Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Fucking fuck. Her pretty little mouth is saying no. But her body betrays her. Her eyes say yes.
Squeezing harder, I look her hard in the eye. Her breath warms the back of my hand. Her body fucking quivers. Her tight little nipples press against me, hard as marbles. “You get one chance to stop me, baby. And this is it.”
Thump-thump-thump goes her heartbeat against my palm.
I press my forehead to hers. “Say it.”
She swallows hard, struggling to get the saliva down her throat past my grip. Her body shivers with a wave of fear. And then she reaches up, touches my cheek, and whispers, “Take me.”
I sweep everything off the table—china breaks, crystal shatters, fucking sugar dishes and salt shakers go bouncing and rolling across the floor, spilling their contents, and I don’t give a shit. For the first time I can remember in my life, the mess doesn’t even register a tick of annoyance from me. Because now it’s her, and me, and that’s all that fucking matters.
I shove her back onto the table, legs spread, hair fanning out behind her. I keep her pinned to the table, leaning down over her heaving chest, her perfect tits. Still choking her with one hand, I feel her up with the other. “Every fucking inch of this body will be mine after tonight. You think that little pussy can take this dick?”
She snaps her legs shut, writhing and fighting. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me like I belong to you.”
“Fuck you, little girl. I saw you today. I know what you want, what you are. Just a desperate little girl, trying to get my attention.” I pry her legs apart, positioning myself between them so she can’t snap them shut again. I reach for her cunt, cupping her pussy. She’s fucking soaked already. Drenched. “But now you’ve got my attention and you’re fucking scared. You’re gonna reap what you sow, baby. Just you fucking wait.”
She grabs for my hand to get me away from her, but the harder she fights, the more I want to take what’s mine. I slam her hand back on the table with a whack.
I run my hand down the green satin of her dress. Over her curves, over her valleys. The softness of her belly, the ridge of her collarbone. And those hips, those hips.
“Built for baby-making. A baby for my baby. Fuck.”
As I touch her, her eyes flutter shut a little. She whines out a sigh. Again, she reaches for my hand, bringing it to her cheek. She places a kiss to my palm. I growl at the touch of her sweet lips to my skin.
I drag her all the way to the edge of the table, ass right to the end. Driving my hips into her, I force her to feel my dick through my pants and her panties. “Tell me who you’ve been with before, baby.”
Her eyes pop open and she swallows hard. “Nobody. Nothing.”
“Except your fucking fingers in my bed.”
“Except that.”
“Where else?”
Her eyes soften, her cheeks blush pink. “In my bed, here. In the shower, here. Once outside in the pool.”
“But before. Before you came here. I need to know everything.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “I couldn’t… it wasn’t…” Her eyes dart away. “I didn’t feel like myself, I didn’t feel free enough, or alive even until I got here.”
Fuck yeah. I want her free and I want her mine.
“I watched you out there,” I tell her, dragging my hand up her soft inner thigh. “I couldn’t see your face. But you do this thing, when you’re about to come. You curve your neck, like you’re trying to press your cheek to your shoulder. I watched you do it today. I watched you do it in the pool.”
“I love that you’ve been watching me, Daddy. I pretended you were.”
“Watching you? Fucking stalking you.”
I’m now so hard that the room is fucking spinning with it. Every last ounce of blood I have to spare is pulsing through my dick and balls. Mine. All fucking mine.
Very slowly, I run my fingertip down the spot where her panties meet her crotch. I’m surprised to find she’s shaven bare now. Her skin is taut, even a little swollen from the razor. “You’ve been busy.”
She searches my face for approval, and that makes me even fucking harder. I increase the pressure on her outer folds, sliding my finger up that tender flesh.
“Is it okay?” she says.
“Fuck no,” I snarl. “Because this is my pussy. And you don’t do a fucking thing to it without Daddy’s permission.”
She presses her lips together. “I’m sorry.”
“You fucking better be.” I hook her panties with my finger, drawing them tight. She lets out a little gasp, then I snap the elastic against her skin and she squirms in discomfort. “Next time, you ask me for permission before you make alterations to this pussy.”