Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"Caught you," he growls, slanting his mouth down over mine.
If kisses could kill, this is how I'd chose to die. Drowning in him. He licks into my mouth and eats me alive. I grasp onto his shoulders, trying to get him closer, his touch shaking loose a desperation I've never felt. I want to consume him, ruin him, obsess him for eternity.
"Goddamn, these sugar lips," he growls, crawling over me. He pries my legs apart, fitting his wide body between them.
"Daddy!"
"Say it louder." He pumps his hips, grinding against my center. "Scream it, baby girl."
"Daddy!"
"Louder."
I shout it this time, not caring if cars passing by on the street hear me. It's…freeing. So damn freeing.
"That feeling right there? That's how you should always feel with me," he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. "You're safe with me, Olive. Be loud, baby girl. Tell daddy exactly what you want."
"You," I gasp when he pinches my nipple. "I just want you."
"Red."
I meet his gaze, confused.
"Your safe word. If you need me to stop, you say red, and I'll stop. Understand?"
"Y-yes."
His lips touch mine again, another sweet kiss delivering a jolt of sugar right to my system. How can he be so dirty and so sweet at the same time? I don't know, but I think I'm addicted.
Chapter Seven
Madden
Madden
She's glowing again, shining bright as a fucking star as I stare down at her, transfixed. There's no way in hell I'm letting her go after this. I knew that before I ever stepped foot over the threshold, but it's a goddamn certainty now.
I'll fight the devil himself to keep her.
"Daddy isn't playing by the rules anymore, baby girl. Neither are you." My fingertips glide down her abdomen. She's wearing one of those tiny little dance shirts—hell, sports bras, I guess. It molds to like a second skin, pushing her tits up, leaving her stomach bare. She doesn't hide it. She isn't ashamed of her body. "I'm taking what I want, and I don't give a fuck who catches us. I don't give a fuck what they have to say."
"Y-yes, daddy. Take it." She practically begs me to fuck her, her back arched, her claws in my arms. She's dying for it.
I tease my fingers along the band of her pants, dipping my head to kiss along the swells of her breasts. I nip and bite, not being careful with her. She embeds her nails deeper, begs louder. Already so damn desperate and greedy.
"You're going to smell like me by the time we're through, baby girl," I whisper at her ear, smiling at the thought. "Everyone will know you let daddy take what belongs to him."
I slip my hand into her pants, thrusting it between her legs. Her honey spills across my fingers, her panties soaked to the point of uselessness. I tug them aside, desperate to feel her skin to skin. Her heat sears my fingers as I part her folds, seeking out her hard little clit.
She throws her head back against my shoulder, wailing my name into the room.
"Say it as loud as you want. It won't stop me, princess. This is mine now. I'll touch it however I want. Whenever I want." I press my thumb to her clit. "Wherever I want."
She sobs in wordless agreement, willing to give me anything, to agree to anything.
Fuck, that makes two of us.
I drag her little sports bra down, allowing her tits to spill free. Her nipples are hard little pebbles, just aching for my mouth.
"Look at these," I growl, bending my head to feast on her. My teeth close around her left nipple in a stinging bite as I grind against her clit with my thumb and tease her tight little fuckhole with my pinky.
She splinters apart in my arms, shouting in shock.
Her juices spill like honey, warm and sticky.
My hold on sanity threatens to shatter. I have to taste it. Have to eat her. It's a biological imperative at this point.
I rip her pants down her legs, not being gentle. As soon as they're out of the way, I flip her to her stomach, lifting her slightly. I want access to both holes. They're mine, goddammit. Mine.
"Oh, please," she sobs. "Oh, please."
"Please, what?"
"Please eat it, daddy. Please."
Ah, fuck. Cum spills into my boxers as my dirty little princess begs for what she wants, waving her ass in the air like a red flag in front of a bull.
"Once daddy eats it, it belongs to him, baby girl," I growl. "That means no one else ever fucking touches it unless they want to die."
"It's already yours!" she wails. "I s-saved it for y-you."
I roar a curse, prying her cheeks apart.
She screams, choking in delight. Next time, it'll be because my cock is down her pretty little throat.
"D-daddy," she sobs, thrashing beneath me. "Daddy."