Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She gasped, eyes wide.
With his cock lined up at her entrance, he cupped her face and held her gaze. “I need to see your eyes this time, Rainbow. I want to watch your face while you come all over my cock.”
She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck while gripping his lower back with her ankles. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
He gave her what she wanted—what they both wanted—thrusting into her as deep and hard as he could.
Tatiana’s eyes rolled back as she let out a low moan in a tone he didn’t think he’d ever heard.
He wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t think either of them could manage to send messages to their lips right now, so instead he focused on watching her face while he eased out and thrust home again.
Maniac would never tire of the noises she made. He couldn’t have predicted what a hellcat she would be in bed. He was stunned but so fucking pleased.
After sliding his hands under her shoulder blades, Maniac wrapped his fingers around her shoulders and held on to her to keep her from slamming into the headboard.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. He knew she was leaving indentations and possibly even drawing blood. But he didn’t care. She could inflict any amount of pain on him she wanted as long as she continued to fuck him without any inhibitions. It was glorious.
She was restless and grasping at him as if she needed him deeper than he already was. It wasn’t possible. He understood the desire because he felt it too. The need to be one with her, to consume her, devour her, be inside her so deep that they weren’t two people.
It was powerful and scary and so very right.
Maniac had never had such intense sex with such wild abandon. His girl had already had three orgasms and received an intense paddling, and still she was bucking and fighting him.
He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. She milked his cock so hard it was nearly impossible to hold back.
When she released his shoulder with one hand and thrust her fingers between them to find her clit, he knew she was close. Apparently that was the sign. The feel of her little fingers moving rapidly to rub her clit nearly undid him.
The moment she arched, stiffened, and gasped, he knew she was going over the edge. He followed right behind her, finally allowing himself the release he’d been holding back. He came so powerfully it shook him to the core.
So did Tatiana. Her body jerked and spasmed beneath him while she whimpered and moaned and continued to grab at his shoulder.
He was slightly worried she wasn’t going to settle even now, but finally, she did. She’d run out of steam. Her entire body went lax against the bed, knees splayed wide, hands on either side of her head, the most satisfied smile on her face.
Maniac kissed her lips gently, getting very little response. He almost chuckled, but he didn’t want her to feel embarrassed about her wild abandon. It was fucking hot. If she wanted to repeat that performance, he’d be happy to any time.
She was panting, but it slowed down. Her eyes were half-mast as Maniac eased out of her. She didn’t even wince. Though, holy cow, she did whimper as if she didn’t want him to leave.
He kissed her on the lips. “Don’t move, Baby girl. Daddy is going to get a washcloth to clean you up.”
She didn’t even respond.
He hurried into the bathroom, disposed of the condom, cleaned himself up, and then wet a warm washcloth for her.
When he returned, she had curled onto her side, hugging the pillow, her knees drawn up toward her chest. She was almost asleep.
Maniac sat on the edge of the bed and gently rolled her to her back.
She batted at him, frowning. “No, Daddy.” Even though she was partly out of it, she knew who her Daddy was.
“I need to clean you up, Baby girl.”
She pouted, but she let him spread her legs and wipe her folds.
When he was done, she curled back up in her little ball.
Oh, boy. There was no way he could let her go to sleep without eating. His Little girl hadn’t eaten in far too many hours. He got the impression from the last few days of caring for her that she rarely ate enough, and certainly didn’t make nutritional choices.
He rubbed her shoulder. “Baby girl, you have to get up and come eat.”
She shook her head and buried her face into the pillow. “Not hungry, Daddy.”
“Not optional, Rainbow. You can’t go to sleep without eating.”
She batted at his hand and snuggled in deeper, shivering from the sheen of sweat on her body and the letdown after so many orgasms.
Maniac had an idea. He wasn’t sure she was going to like it, but she was going to have to deal with it if she wanted to be this stubborn after sex.