Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I nod, and he kisses the top of my head.
"Get ready for bed, Bailey, and then try to sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."
Porter leaves, and I change quickly into an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. As I brush my teeth and wash my face, I can't get Porter out of my mind. Daddy. Porter wants me to call him Daddy.
I should be more horrified, but all I feel is a thrill. He's older, wiser, and more experienced. And he's chosen me. Me, Bailey Horton, a nineteen-year-old college student, who can't even protect herself.
I climb into bed and turn off the light. This feels like a dream. Like something that shouldn't be happening, and yet, here it is.
I close my eyes and fall asleep with Porter's lips on my mind.
Sometime during the night, the dreams of Porter's mouth and fingers shift to something more sinister. I'm alone in my bedroom again, with something scratching against the windows, but this time, my room has no door. My windows are open, and the dark, shadowy figure comes flying through.
I wake up gasping for air, my heart racing as I press my hands over my chest. At first, the unfamiliar surroundings have me panicking, but my mind catches up quickly enough that I realize I'm in Porter's guest room. Safe and sound.
The clock reads 3 AM. Fear and adrenaline course through my veins, and no matter how much I try to calm down, I can't.
What if I had died tonight? I've barely begun to live. There's still so much I haven't done.
Swallowing down my tears, a burst of bravery hits me. Decided, I throw the blankets off, padding out into the hallway with my feet bare. I don't even know where Porter's room is, but I'm determined to find it.
After peering into an office at the end of the hall and a third empty guest room, I start to grow desperate. There's no way he left me in the middle of the night alone in his house. No way. Finally, I reach the last door. Tentatively, I push it open and peek my head inside.
Porter is sleeping, spread out on his stomach. The blankets are pushed down, revealing his bare back. He's gorgeous. His shoulders are massive, his arms defined, his skin glowing in the moonlight.
I slip inside, closing the door behind me. When I approach his bed, Porter is still breathing deeply, his face relaxed and his mouth parted. His black hair is loose, curling over the nape of his neck.
I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm driven forward by a new determination. If I could've died tonight, I'm going to make every moment count.
I crawl onto the bed and hover over Porter's body. Carefully, I lie myself down on top of him, my breasts pressing into his back and my face in the crook of his neck. Porter's body heat is comforting, and he smells amazing. I can't even put a finger on what his scent is, but it's rich like leather—spicy and masculine. It's Porter.
The movement wakes Porter up, and his hand finds mine. He strokes his fingers across my knuckles and rolls over, turning to face me.
"Bailey," he whispers, his voice heavy with sleep. "What's wrong, baby girl?"
"Nothing anymore." I try to keep my courage up. "I've just made a decision is all. I want you to fuck me, Porter. Tonight. Now."
6
PORTER
It takes me a moment to fully wake up, but when it comes to Bailey, I have an almost supernatural awareness. I knew the moment she opened the door but waited until she spread her small, warm body across my back to react just in case she lost her nerve.
Because something tells me that I know what this is all about. My stubborn, impatient little Bailey. How can I deny her a single thing?
I take her hand, murmuring, "Bailey… What's wrong, baby girl?"
And she says what might be the most beautiful phrase ever spoken in the history of the world. "I want you to fuck me, Porter. Tonight. Now."
Something cracks inside me. My iron will dissolves, and Bailey's request fills the cracks in my soul. I've never wanted anything more in my life. My arm wraps around Bailey's waist, and I roll her underneath me on the bed. Her blue eyes are shining in the moonlight, her golden blond hair a halo around her head. "Is that what my little girl wants? She wants Daddy to fuck her?"
A shiver runs through her body at the word, and Bailey's legs part as I settle between them. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, and where it rides up her body, I can see lacy white panties peeking out. "Yes, Daddy. Please."
I groan and drag my lips across her jaw, down the column of her throat. Bailey whimpers and her fingers tangle into my hair. My teeth scrape her shoulder, and I suck her flesh into my mouth, biting her gently. She moans, arching her back and wrapping her legs around my waist.