Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Dominic kisses me again, his tongue swirling possessively. Dinner is all but forgotten as he cups my face with both his hands and shows me just how much he approves of my answer.
"So responsive," he mutters when we finally pull away. "You're trembling."
"Because it's you."
"Fuck, Daisy, you're going to be the end of me. You're making me lose my damn mind, and I can't think straight anymore."
It's the hottest thing I've ever heard. Dominic—always composed, always in charge—admitting he can't control himself.
He pushes the food to the side and picks me up, setting me on the table and stepping between my legs. We're at eye level now, and the way Dominic stares at me, like he's barely holding back a snarl, makes me dizzy.
"Are you wet?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Show me."
My heart pounds in my ears, and I slowly slide my hand down my stomach, fingers fumbling for the button of my jeans. I'm burning with embarrassment, but the dark lust in Dominic's face has me hooked. I undo the button and slide my hand between my legs, whimpering at the contact.
"Tell me," Dominic orders.
"I'm soaked," I whisper, stroking myself through my panties. "And...and I've never done this before."
"Never?"
"No."
"Fuck, Daisy," Dominic growls. "You're a virgin?"
I nod, biting my lip. Dominic's dark eyes flash, and he reaches for me. With one swift move, my jeans and panties are down and I'm bare from the waist down, Dominic's hands pushing my knees apart.
I freeze, resisting only out of shock at how fast things are spinning out of control.
"Let me see you, Daisy." Dominic’s voice is low and husky. "Don't be shy. Show me your wet little pussy."
His words make me squirm, and I open my legs wider, gasping as the cool air hits my throbbing, hot core.
Dominic lets out a guttural groan, his thumb finding my clit, the sharp, wonderful sensation making me jump. "Look how swollen and pink you are, Daisy. This little pussy is dripping. Are you desperate for me, little one?"
I'm panting and squirming, and Dominic is still fully dressed. His thumb swirls around my clit, teasing me, and then he's leaning in and replacing his finger with his tongue, licking me from slit to clit and making me cry out.
There’s no build-up. No questions. Just Dominic responding to what my body is telling him, and right now, it’s begging for his mouth and tongue. My fingers tangle in his hair as I arch forward, chanting internally, more, more, more.
"You're so innocent, Daisy," he mumbles the words against me, sucking at my folds and licking through them, his tongue teasing at my entrance before sliding back up to my sensitive nub. "It makes me want to ruin you. It makes me want to lock you in my house and fuck you every day until you forget there's even a world outside my door."
"Please," I whimper, not caring what he's saying anymore, only knowing that it feels amazing. I push forward, trying to get closer to his wicked mouth, and he laughs, the sound a warm vibration against me.
"Patience, sweet thing. I'm going to make this so good for you."
The sensation is overwhelming, and he's making sloppy sounds as he sucks and licks and teases me, my arousal coating his face as I writhe and moan. He's relentless, not letting up for a second, his tongue swirling and lapping and stroking until I'm shaking and crying out.
"Dominic. Dom. Oh God. Oh, please."
"Daddy," he corrects, the word surprising even my lust-addled mind. "Call me Daddy."
"Oh fuck," I moan, the idea somehow hotter than anything else he's said or done. "Daddy, please."
"Come for me, Daisy," Dominic growls, his beard scraping the inside of my thighs. "Come for Daddy."
It's filthy and perfect, and I can't stop my orgasm if I try. It surges through me, white-hot and all-consuming, and Dominic chuckles against me, stroking my thighs as I fall back on the table with a moan. All of my muscles seem to tense, then release. Tense, then release. He never stops, keeping his mouth on me as I soar before crashing back down to earth.
"You taste incredible." His voice sends aftershocks through my body. "My sweet girl, all messy and needy. I'm going to enjoy tasting your little cunt over and over and hearing you beg for more."
I sit up, and Dominic reaches for me, tugging me to him and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue, and he wraps his arms around me, his hand tangling in my hair.
"Perfect," he mutters into my mouth, "Let's get you home, sweet Daisy."
"Okay," I tell him, letting him pull me to my feet before he pulls my jeans back up for me. I'm swaying, feeling like a towel that has been wrung out. When I look up at him, I know my smile must be drowsy. "Home. That sounds amazing.”