Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
"Daddy," she gasps, stopping at the door to the playroom designed to look exactly like her bedroom. She stares for a long moment before floating forward. One small hand drifts across her pale pink comforter. "It's my room."
I follow her inside, sliding my hand around her waist to pull her up against me. "You know how many nights I stood outside the door, thinking about you in your little bed, princess?" I whisper, my lips against her ear. "How many times I wanted to slip under the covers with you when I heard you crying out for daddy?"
"Daddy," she moans, melting against me.
"Daddy isn't playing by the rules anymore, baby girl." I slip my hand down her stomach, rucking her dress up her thick thighs. "I'm giving us both what we want, and you're going to keep it a secret, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, daddy," she sobs. "I won't tell. Oh, please." Her little claws dig into my arms as she arches, thrusting her tits out. God, she's hot for it, my greedy little baby girl.
I walk my fingers down her stomach, teasing her like she's been doing to me for the last year. She sobs again, rising on her tiptoes in a bid to force my hand closer to her needy pussy.
I place my lips against the soft skin of her throat, breathing her in. She smells so fucking good. I run my fingers around the band of her panties before plunging my hand inside.
Hot. Wet. Perfection.
She's soaked, her hard clit protruding from her drenched folds, begging for attention. I run my finger up her slit, pressing it to the swollen nub.
"Daddy!" She throws her head back against my shoulder, wailing my name into the room.
"Quiet, baby girl. We don't want anyone to catch us," I murmur, raking my teeth down the tendon in her neck. "They won't let daddy do this anymore if they do."
"No, no," she cries, embedding her nails into my flesh. "I need it. I need it. Need you."
Ah, hell. I grind my dick against her plump, round ass, running my finger in circles around her little clit. She trembles, moaning my name.
I bite her neck, dragging her dress up higher. Her tits spill out of her bra, too big to be contained. My mouth waters, eager to taste those hard little nipples on my tongue.
I circle her fuckhole, grinding my thumb against her clit as I pinch one hard nipple. She shouts as she comes, splintering apart in my arms as if she's been on the edge for hours.
Her juices spill out, soaking my hand. What little control I have left shatters. I have to taste it. Now. Now. Right fucking now.
I'm not gentle as I drag her down to the bed, draping her over it facedown with her perfect ass in the air. Goddamn. I'm going to worship this ass. I yank her panties down, falling to my knees behind her.
"Daddy, daddy," she chants, still trembling through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I bite her left cheek and then her right, leaving marks in her perfect skin.
"This belongs to daddy," I snarl, shoving my hand between her legs to cup her cunt in my palm. "Only Daddy touches you, princess."
"Yes!" she cries, rocking her hips against my hand like the greedy little thing she is. Even though she just came, she's desperate for more.
I pry her cheeks apart and bury my face between them.
"Sinclair!" she screams in shock.
My right hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack. "What do you call me when we're alone, baby girl?"
"D-daddy," she sobs, thrashing beneath me. "Daddy."
"That's right. Daddy has you bent over your little princess bed with your cheeks spread. Daddy has his face between your legs, eating your tasty little cunt," I snarl, lapping up her juices like a man possessed. I do it loud and messy, making sure she hears every filthy sound.
"I l-love it, daddy," she whispers. "You aren't supposed to k-kiss me there, but I love it."
I force the tip of my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it. She screams, her voice breaking as she comes on my tongue, soaking my face with her juices.
I eat her through it, licking up every drop she spills for me. I'm rabid with need, fucklust pumping through my veins instead of blood. I need to claim her. Fuck, I can't think until I feel her coming on my cock like a good little girl.
When she falls limp, I haul her onto the bed, quickly stripping her out of her clothes and tossing them aside. I run my rough hands all over her soft body, worshiping every inch of her.
She purrs beneath me, all cuddly and sweet. So fucking perfect. Does she even know how much I adore her? Or that I'd do anything, risk anything, give up everything for a single moment with her?