Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
He was stroking his cock.
The groans rumbled through the bathroom and into his empty bedroom, and his biceps clenched as he stroked his hand up and down his shaft. The glass was blurry with steam, but I knew what I was looking at. And even with the steam partially hiding what my eyes were staring at, I knew it was huge by the way his hand moved up and down it.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Lincoln groaned to whoever the fantasy girl was in his head. “Take that big cock, angel. Take it like a good girl and let me feel that little pussy slide down every inch.”
The pulse between my legs had me gasping. Slowly, I stepped into his empty bedroom, moving as close as I dared and leaning against his dresser as my eyes drank it all in. One of the two men I’d been completely fantasizing about since I’d gotten there was now naked, ten feet away, and jerking his big dick while I watched.
…The button to my jean shorts popped before I could even think about it. My fingers pushed inside, slipping under the elastic of my panties and making me whimper as they slipped lower and lower.
I'd leaned against the dresser, mouth hanging open and my face screwed into a mask of pleasure as I'd slipped my fingers easily into my hot wetness. I'd moaned quietly as I'd fingered myself hard with my thumb against my clit, watching Lincoln grunt and stroke his erection under the shower spray.
“Swallow my cum, baby girl,” he groaned, making me gasp into my hand as my own pleasure threatened to pull me under.
“Swallow every drop of daddy’s cum, Kenzie.”
The orgasm hit me like a bomb. I all but screamed into my hand, almost falling over as I slumped against dresser. My dripping wet pussy clenched so tight around my fingers, and as my thumb rolled over my aching clit, I came harder than I’d ever come before.
Lincoln roared, and when I saw the splash of thick, milky whiteness against the shower stall glass, my whole body tumbled right into another leg-quaking orgasm that almost really did bring me to the ground that time.
The shower turned off, and I was barely conscious of darting out of his room and running all the way back to my own as my whole world burned around me.
…He’d said my name.
Lincoln Reece had said my name as he stroked his big, thick cock in the shower, and it was me in his head that’d made him come.
Daddy.
That was twice now, from both of them, that I’d heard the word and felt the way it made me shiver and gasp. There was something so freaking sexy, in this dirty, bad-girl way that teased through my body like nothing else ever had.
…And I’d been craving that feeling every since.
I’d tried everything to get back to the naughty, wicked thrill of that day, from both of them. I craved the feeling I’d felt when a sweating, gorgeous Wilder had basically pinned me to the wall and mentioned being my daddy. And I needed the intensity of watching Lincoln stoke his cock while thinking of me.
Swallow every drop of daddy’s cum, Kenzie.
I’d acted out, hoping that would get them to react to me like Wilder had that day. I dressed skimpier and skimpier, until I was practically prancing around the house in my underwear, hoping to tempt them into breaking.
But they never did, no matter how much I pushed or hoped.
That is, until that night. I knew something was different the moment I walked into the house that night. It was just a feeling — like this invisible heat pulsing through the air and teasing over my skin the instant I stepped inside. And slowly, as my pulse raced and my skin tingled, I wondered if it’d worked. I wondered if staying out far past when I was supposed to be home had done it. Or if being dressed the way I was, with a way too short skirt, and a skimpy tank top which pretty clearly showed I wasn’t wearing a bra had done it. Or if being out with the sports-car driving, quarterback jock, boyishly good-looking Justin who had “sleazy intentions” written all over had done it.
…I wondered if I’d finally pushed them over the edge.
I bit my lip as I opened the door to the dark, quiet house.
“Get in here.”
I gasped loudly as the strong, powerful hands grabbed me tight, pulling me into a firm, muscled body.
“What the hell do you think you’re—”
“No more bullshit, little girl,” Wilder’s voice growled into my ear. My hands fell against his hard chest, and as I looked up into his dark, piercing eyes, my whole body trembled.
“It’s time to learn what happens to bad girls in this house.”
4
Mackenzie
“Get in the house,” Wilder growled lowly.