Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Instead of ending my life, he grasped the crotch of my pants. “Do not move, Hannah.”
“I won’t.”
“Good girl. Now hold still for your Daddy so he can take care of you.”
Oh fuck, that word brought instant naughty pleasure that had my sex pulsing with need. It was as if the word was a trigger, a button I could push for a burst of erotic sensation. Daddy…he was my Daddy. He’d love me and take care of me because that’s what Daddies did—they took care of their baby girls.
I didn’t realize I was saying those words aloud until Leo repeated them. “That’s right, sweetheart. Daddies love and take care of their baby girls. Now lean up on your elbows and watch me split this tight little pussy open with my dick.”
He lowered the knife and I was unable to respond as he carefully cut right through the crotch of both my pants and panties, leaving my pussy hanging out in an obscene manner. That weird mixture of fear and passion obliterated my mind as he lowered the tip of the knife to my sex. I was panting as though I’d just run a marathon while he ever so carefully stroked the deadly tip over my clit, delicately rubbing the flat of it on the tender skin of the hood covering my nub. One wrong move and he’d cut me, badly, but I couldn’t look away while he continued to pet me with the blade.
Just when I thought I might pass out from the tension, he lifted the tip of the knife to his lips and licked it with a guttural moan.
“Leo,” I pleaded as I spread my legs even wider, arching my hips up as I whimpered for him.
With a growl, he turned and threw the knife, hitting the wall with perfect accuracy.
Before I could react, he was between my legs, rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against my extremely wet pussy.
“Do you want this?” he asked with an evil purr.
Closing my eyes, I grasped my breasts and squeezed, my body one big pulse of need. “Yes!”
“How badly?”
“So bad!”
“Do you want your Daddy to fuck his princess?”
“Please!”
“Then open up and take Daddy’s cock.”
By this point, I was mindless, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he slowly began to slide into me, stretching me, making my sex burn. I hissed then stiffened, but Leo pushed on, ignoring my resistance and taking what he wanted. Each inch did what he’d said, split me wide open, and I had to fight back a small surge of fright at the pain. The burn increased until he was seated inside of me, and I swear to God his dick felt as thick as a soda can, my tender inner walls burning with the stretch. I was afraid to move, but at the same time I liked the hurt, liked the overwhelming sensation of Leo pinning me to the bed as he took and took from my oversensitive body.
I could feel everything, every vein in his erection, every hair on his body as he rubbed against me. We were locked together, entwined, from his legs pressing against mine to our foreheads resting together. His breath was my breath, his heartbeat my heartbeat. We were so incredibly connected that my throat burned with unshed tears as, for the first time in what seemed like forever, I wasn’t alone. Leo filled not only my body, but the empty, needy place inside of me that craved affection.
Never, in all my dating, had I ever been with a man who’d even begun to repair the damage my sister’s death and parents’ shunning had caused in my soul. But this massive, terrifying, and crushingly intense man somehow soothed the jagged edges inside of me, and for the first time in forever I felt like I belonged to someone who actually cared about me.
His thumbs stroked my cheeks as he slowly moved in and out of me, his lips parted and his eyes grew heavy with pleasure. Wonderful feelings surrounded me when I stared up at him, proud that I was giving him such obvious enjoyment. The hard lines of his face softened and even his eyes grew lighter, whisky instead of darkness.
I couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t stop myself from digging my nails into his back, gripping the hard muscles of his body as he moved over me. Dipping his head down, he sucked one of my dark raspberry-colored nipples into his mouth, leaving it wet and glistening as he propped himself above me and began to thrust harder. I wrapped my hands in his hair, holding his head still so I could stare into his eyes, my newfound favorite addiction.
My heart thundered as I met him stroke for stroke, gasps and moans pouring from me with abandon while I encouraged him to give me more, give me everything. He listened and was soon fucking me so hard, all I could do was take it, endure the punishing thrust of his hips, and savor the painful drag of his thick cock. My clit throbbed and every time he came down, he leaned forward the slightest bit to give that greedy part of my body a good rub with his pelvis. God, he fucked like a porn star, and my toes curled so hard they began to cramp. My body grew tighter, even my jaw clenching as my release built and built.