Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Sunny wrapped her legs around his hips. Fuck. That pushed him even further inside her. It was almost too much.
He needed a moment to breathe. Sliding out of her, he grabbed her hips and turned her onto her hands and knees.
“Put your chest on the bed, baby girl. That’s it. Fuck, this ass.” He ran his hand over her firm ass. He spread her cheeks, pressing his thumb against her back hole.
She moaned.
Damn.
Letting go of her ass, he took hold of his dick and slid himself back into her pussy.
Christ. He’d been hoping to calm down slightly. But his balls were aching, his orgasm building in the small of his back.
Holding on to her hips, he drove himself in and out of her. She felt so fucking good around his cock that he couldn’t hold back. Pushing deep one last time, he groaned as he came.
Sliding free of her, he lay on his back next to her. He tugged her to him so she was cradled against his chest. Staring up at the ceiling, he tried to calm his breathing.
“Whoa,” Sunny said, wrapping her arm around his waist. “That was one heck of a way to start off a Sunday morning.”
He grinned. “Wait until I have my second wind and get us into that shower.”
“Did you get a prescription for a little blue pill and you didn’t tell me?”
“You brat!” He rolled her onto her back and started tickling her.
“No! Mercy! Stop, Daddy or I’ll pee.”
Stopping, he kissed her gently. “Let’s get showered. After breakfast, your ass has a date with my hand.”
She groaned. “I hate to tell you, but I think my ass is going to stand your hand up.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, the thing is, it’s just not that into your hand. Sorry.”
“This time, there’s no mercy.”
He tickled her until tears rolled down her face, then he picked her up and carried her into the shower to show her exactly what happens to a brat who teased her Daddy.
“Daddy, I really don’t think this is necessary.” Sunny pouted at Duke.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have some sort of immunity to her pouts.
“Do you think pouting will change my mind?” he asked her.
“No, Daddy,” she replied.
“That’s because I don’t ever want to hear any nonsense from you about being a hassle. Understand me, Little Rebel?”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“Then come here.”
Duke patted his lap where he sat on the sofa in the living room. With a huff, Sunny walked over to him. She was wearing a pair of soft shorts paired with a T-shirt that had an image of the Mad Hatter on it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with pink ribbons.
She looked adorable.
And she was wearing her Sunday panties, of course.
Duke helped her lie over his lap. She started sniffling even before he’d pulled down her shorts and panties. She clenched her ass cheeks together, waiting for him to start punishing her.
“Relax, Little Rebel.”
Huh. That was easy for him to say. Not so easy for her to do when she was about to get her butt roasted. But he started rubbing her bottom, and gradually she started to relax.
“Right, the count is twenty.”
Twenty? Holy. Crap.
“I thought it was ten!”
“Ten for what you said yesterday. But you’re also getting an extra ten for standing up out of the sunroof the other night. That was very dangerous, baby girl.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
Before she could protest, though, he started in with heavy, slow swats. They built up in intensity, and it wasn’t long until her butt was on fire. She kicked her legs against the couch cushions. Tears dripped down her cheeks as he held her on his lap, steadily spanking her.
“Daddy, ow! Ouch, it hurts!”
“It’s meant to hurt, baby girl. It’s a punishment.”
When it was finally over, all she could do was lie across his lap sobbing. He rolled her over, making sure that her bottom didn’t rest on his lap. And then he held her tight, rocking her back and forth as he kissed the top of her head.
“Good girl. It’s all over. My gorgeous girl. You did so well.”
Eventually, her tears dried, and he grabbed a few tissues to clean her up.
Taking hold of her chin, he tilted her face back and kissed her lightly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she told him after he pulled back.
“I just want you to remember what you mean to me. And that anything I can do for you, no matter how small or big, is a privilege.”
“You’re so amazing. How did I get so lucky?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing earlier.”
“Really, Daddy?” She drew back to look up into his face. “You think you’re lucky to have me?”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She gave him a shy smile.
Then he stood and settled her on her feet, holding on to her hips.