Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
My mind races. My body’s nerves are firing on all cylinders. She’s moving slowly and it’s driving me insane.
8
HAVANA
I can see the emotional turmoil rippling across Hendrix’s face.
He wants me to go faster, but I want to get him to a point where he makes me lose my mind. Soft and sweet is nice, but the thrill shooting through my body from when he slaps my ass is a feeling I’m chasing.
I want it. I want him. I need him.
So I taunt him, moving slowly to give myself time to get wet all over again and letting his energy build to do what I want. I don’t know where this is coming from. I just know that I want to feel this rage simmering inside of him, or is it inside of me?
I lean down, taking his nipples into my mouth and tugging them gently with my teeth. I hear him suck in a sharp breath, and soon, he’s shifting us so he sits up with me still straddling him.
The feeling of his large hands controlling my body’s movements sends me into a state of euphoria. I don’t want this to end, but I know it has to.
Hendrix moves me slowly at first and then abruptly juts into me, our pelvises colliding and his hair flailing around his face like a wild man.
“This is what you wanted?” he rasps, breathing heavily.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, letting out a slow exhale.
“Hold on, baby girl,” he tells me, making me throw my arms around his neck. Hendrix swings his legs off the bed and onto the floor, standing with my ass perfectly sitting in the palms of his hands.
What comes next is me. Me and my ass slamming against Hendrix as he drives that delicious cock of his in and out of me with wild abandon. He takes me standing up, but I feel us traveling as he pushes me against the wall, driving in and out with the wall behind us as leverage.
His lips find mine as he continues to push himself in and out of me until I hear his low growls, signaling he’s about to come.
I scrape his scalp with my nails before grabbing a handful of his hair to yank his mouth off mine. His dark brown eyes are dilating like he’s high—high on me. “Come in my mouth, Daddy.”
“Fuck yeah,” he pants, pulling out and letting me down to my knees where I open my mouth for him.
He can’t help the words spilling out of him as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “Fuck yes, baby girl. You take it so well.”
I take it all, every inch and every drop of his climax as he throbs inside of my mouth. Hendrix has to lean against the wall, his body sweating and so is mine.
I feel him softening inside my mouth, and he pulls out of me and then hoists me to my feet. There’s barely a beat before his mouth claims mine, his tongue scouring my mouth, tasting what we taste like together.
When he finally pulls away, we stare at each other, knowing there’s no going back from this. It feels too good, too right being together.
“You hungry, baby girl?” he asks with a lazy smile that could melt my panties off if they weren’t already on the floor.
“Yeah, Daddy.”
“Can you walk?” he asks, that same smile making me wet and wondering if I can get him hard again.
“Of course I can,” I tell him, not realizing what he means until he takes a step back. He holds his hand out for me to demonstrate, but the minute I step away from the wall, my knees buckle.
He wraps an arm around me to steady me and brings me to the bed. “You’d better sit down, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”
I let him. Of course, I let him.
Hendrix takes his time serving me food and making sure I’m comfortable as we eat, laugh, and talk about pretty much anything and everything. It’s a shame we’re only meeting now, but now that we do have each other, there’s no way we’re going to stop.
It’s effortless, and most of all, I feel safe. No one outside of Brody makes me feel as safe as Hendrix. Even when Brody is concerned, there’s usually a lecture of some sort that comes whenever he has to intervene. With Hendrix, he just lets me be me and he makes me feel like that alone is good enough.
When we settle into his bed for the night, I curl into him and he holds me tight. Sleep finds us easily, and it’s restful to the point I nearly forget where I am when I open my eyes to see the sun rising over the mountains.
The bedroom windows mirror the large ones in the front of the house, but that view is stunning. I can look at it forever…that is until he grunts and pulls me back into bed with him.