Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"Oh god."
"Fuck. Yeah. Such a good girl. Does it feel good, baby? Does my cock feel good in your ass?"
Delia has no words for me, just moans and sighs as I fill her again and again.
I slide in and out of her, picking up the pace as I go, and the more she moans, the faster I thrust. Delia's body is tense, and her pussy is soaked. Her knuckles are white from holding the blankets so tight, and her legs are spread wide.
"God, I love this."
"That's right, baby. I know you do. Your ass is so tight, princess. Fuck."
The pleasure is overwhelming, and my orgasm begins to crest, but I want her to come first. I reach down, one hand still on her hip, and my fingers find her clit. As soon as I brush it, her entire body tightens, and she screams.
"Oh, fuck. Daddy! Don't stop, please. Please."
"Come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock."
My fingers continue working her clit as my cock moves inside her. Delia's body is shaking, and her thighs are soaked. It's so hot, and as soon as she comes, I pull out, my own orgasm coming so fast I can't stop it. I stroke myself once, twice, and then I'm coming all over her back, painting her with it.
Delia is still moaning, her body shaking, and she collapses onto the bed. "Oh my god. That was...intense."
"Mm." I lean down and kiss her lips softly, loving the way she melts under my touch. "Do you really think I'd let you leave that easily, princess?"
She laughs, sounding exhausted. "I guess I should have known better." Delia bites her bottom lip for a moment, looking at me from beneath her lashes. "Dean....could we take a shower? Together?"
Warmth floods through me. Together. She’s not thinking of leaving anymore."Absolutely."
She smiles, and her hand goes to my face. "Perfect. And when we're done, I'll unpack."
I kiss her gently, any anger from the fight with Trevor long gone. Delia isn't leaving. She doesn't want to, and soon enough, I'll prove to her that I'll take care of her every want and need forever.
8
DELIA
Dean once again has been tight-lipped all morning about where we’re going. He made me pack a bag before we left, and we've been driving for over an hour now. No amount of Googling on my phone has given me an inkling of Dean's destination, so I'm stuck pouting in the passenger seat as we cruise through the countryside.
"Princess," Dean rumbles. "You know what I do with girls who pout."
My face grows hot. Even after Dean and I have done everything under the sun together at this point, I still feel shy about it all. He has a way of making me feel completely submissive and innocent, even as he's tying me to the bed and edging me until I'm practically in tears.
I've never had someone take care of me the way Dean does, and the realization makes me tear up a little bit.
"What? Princess, what is it?" he asks, concerned.
I wipe the tear that escapes off my cheek. "Nothing. I've just really enjoyed this time with you, Dean."
He looks over at me, a tender emotion flickering over his face. “Me too, princess. Me too.”
More minutes pass, and I’m checking my fingernails when we pass a sign for a local winery with camping cabins, and suddenly it all makes sense.
"Is that where we're going?" I ask, smiling, getting excited at the prospect.
Dean glances over, his mouth pulling up to one side. "Maybe."
"You're so frustrating." I sigh. "And yeah, you can punish me for saying that."
His dark laugh rumbles through the car, and I press my legs together to relieve some of the pressure building in my pussy just from hearing that sound. It’s very familiar…I hear it a lot when he’s buried to the hilt in my body.
"You know," Dean says, his voice low and rumbly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were falling in love with me."
"You're impossible," I mutter, not knowing how to respond. He’s right, my heart whispers, You do love him. You have for weeks.
"Whatever you say, princess," he says, looking over at me and placing a large, calloused hand on my thigh. "All I know is that you're mine. All mine. And I'm going to take care of you this weekend in ways you can't even imagine."
A shiver runs down my spine, and I look over at him, in the mood to tease. "What if I don't want to be yours?"
He smiles, slow and wolfish. "I'll just have to change your mind."
"Promises, promises," I reply, turning my attention back out the window.
We pass another sign, and Dean squeezes my leg. "You'll see, princess. This weekend is going to change your life."
"This place is beautiful," I breathe, taking in the rolling green hills of the winery. There’s just the slightest dusting of frost, but honestly, I don’t think I’d mind being snowed in here.