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)
“I didn’t say touch, I said ride.”
Flushing, I placed my hands on his strong, rock-like shoulders in order to straddle him, then steadied myself as he rubbed the flared crest of his cock around my wet entrance, awakening the nerves that ached for him. Slowly sinking down onto his body, I met his gaze and found him smiling at me, his wide shoulders flexing as he arched his hips, changing the angle of my descent. I was too busy absorbing the divine feeling of him stretching my tender inner muscles to smile back.
“So beautiful,” he said in that sex-rough voice of his that I loved. “Use my cock to make yourself come, sweetheart. Get Daddy wet.”
Since I wasn’t able to get much leverage, I could only rise up an inch or two before lowering myself back down and grinding. Shit, that felt amazing. I canted my hips, my breath coming in short bursts as I gripped Leo’s shoulders and circled my clit into his pelvis.
Leo continued to watch me, then stretched his arms out and put them behind his head, leaning back slightly and giving me a little more room to move. His lips were parted, swollen and damp as he devoured me with his gaze, the intense regard giving me a sense of power and pride.
Bouncing on his dick now, I chased my orgasm, pulling my nipples and pinching them tight.
“Harder,” Leo commanded. “Make your pretty tits hurt.”
My pussy convulsed and he gave me a savage smile.
Everything felt so damn good, and I ground down, my hips snapping as my breathing became choppy. “Yes, Daddy.”
Little darts of white-hot pain shot from my nipples to my clit as I pinched them hard enough to make me hiss with pleasure.
“Come on, baby, work me, make me fill you up.”
My hair stuck to my sweaty skin as I reached up and sank my nails into the back of his neck, holding on while I lost myself in him. My orgasm was strong and fierce, but also immensely relaxing. When I was having sex with Leo, the tension inside of me built up so much it actually hurt. Then my climax would hit and the easing of those tight muscles was just another facet to my overwhelming pleasure.
He hugged me tight while he emptied himself inside me, an almost desperate sound escaping him as he buried his face in the side of my neck and bit down. My body clenched from the pain of his bite and a delicious trill of shivers raced through me. Then he began to kiss and lick the sore area, soothing me with his gentle touch. It was so odd how he could hurt me, and enjoy it, then moments later touch me with such veneration.
“Morning,” I breathed as he lifted me slowly off of him, semen running down my inner thigh.
Grinning at me, Leo brushed my hair back. “Best morning I’ve had in a long time.”
“Me too.”
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We have someplace to be.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise for my baby girl.” He took my hand and led me back towards his bedroom.
“A surprise?” I loved surprises. “Really?”
He gave my hand a squeeze. “Really. Now, no more questions or I won’t eat you clean in the shower.”
It should be impossible, but his words sent a hard tingle between my legs. “Yes, Daddy.
Chapter 10
Leo
Hannah laced her fingers through mine as we got a couple’s massage at the Cordova Country Club’s spa. The treatments we were receiving were top of the line; Judith demanded it since the country club was owned by the cartel, as were the attached restaurants, stores, and the two golf courses. The pools were world famous and they had weddings booked for the next three years with people eager to take advantage of our five-star service.
One of the few bits of green interrupting the desert landscape, the eighteen-hole courses cost a fortune in upkeep—the emerald-green grass wasn’t exactly native to the desert—but the overpriced membership more than made up for it. It cost close to four hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year just in membership dues, and things like the spa were extra. But the elite who joined this club were beyond wealthy in ways most people couldn’t imagine. Entertainers, bankers, entrepreneurs and trust-fund babies, drug lords and despots, the club members were used to the best and had no qualms about paying a high price for it.
Judith had grown up in obscene wealth in El Salvador, the only child of a mayor and a drug lord. She was used to the best things in life and knew how to cater to the privileged, which kept the club coffers full and allowed us to launder a great deal of money without detection. It was also Judith’s social standing that kept the place packed. I’ve never met anyone as good at coldly manipulating others as she was, and I’d learned a great deal about how people think from watching Judith influence them.