Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
He was so smooth. And thick. He started to grow firmer and longer. She hummed in pleasure, her eyes closing. Her clit throbbed with arousal, but the biggest thing she felt was . . . content.
Happiness flooded her, followed by sleepiness.
Yeah, she liked this. A lot.
“Shit,” Hack said. “Baby, I need you to pull back for a bit. I’m sorry. I thought I could last longer than this.”
Pull back? But she didn’t want to.
“Ladybug, I need you to move your mouth from my dick and let me calm down or go take care of things.”
She drew slightly off him. “I want to take care of you.”
“Not like that, you don’t.”
She frowned, feeling grouchy at his words. “Yes, I do. Unless . . . you don’t want me to?”
Uncertainty filled her.
“Baby girl . . . that’s not it at all. I just . . . actually, you know what? I don’t even know why I’m protesting. If you want to suck me off until I come in your mouth, then that’s your call.”
“You’re sure? I won’t make you uncomfortable?”
“Fuck, baby. No. If anything you’ll be easing a huge ache.”
Oh. Well. She liked the idea of helping him. He was always helping her.
So she put her mouth back on the head of his dick, sucking softly again. It didn’t take long until his breathing came faster.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft, hoping she was helping.
“Fuck, baby. I’m coming. Pull back now if you need to.”
Yeah, she didn’t think so. He exploded in her mouth with a shout, and she swallowed him down. She felt so . . . empowered. Like a temptress.
Sexy.
She continued to suck on him as his dick gradually softened and his breathing slowed.
“You haven’t had enough, baby?” he asked.
“No. Unless you have?”
“Nope. I’m happy to sleep with you sucking on my dick if that’s what you need.”
Actually, that sounded perfect.
51
Hack leaned over and wiped his girl’s chin.
He was feeding her pieces of french toast, and the maple syrup was going everywhere.
“Shouldn’t have let you pour the maple syrup yourself.”
“Don’t be that guy, Daddy. No one likes a Maple Syrup Grinch.”
He snorted as his phone rang. Stone would be here in about an hour and then he was heading to work. He didn’t want to leave her. Last night had been amazing. She’d fallen asleep sucking on his dick. Eventually, she’d slid off him and shuffled her way into his arms.
She could do that whenever she wanted. And it wasn’t because he’d gotten to come. No, it was all about comfort and closeness.
He liked that she wasn’t afraid to touch him and that she trusted him not to hurt her.
“Ink, what’s going on?” he asked as he answered the phone.
“They got the bastard.”
“What?”
“Well, he’s not in custody yet. But hopefully soon. However, after the evidence we sent in the cops got a warrant. And guess what? They found a wall of photos of women from that online site. And most of those images were of Greer.”
“Fuck. Seriously?” He started swearing, but when he saw Greer’s frightened face, he reined himself in. “Sorry, baby. It’s Ink. That guy who was DaddyDrew? The one that you blocked?”
“Yes?” she whispered.
“Cops raided his place and found a wall of images of women, including you.”
“But I never sent him photos. Oh my God!” She put her hand over her mouth and rushed off to the bathroom.
“Ink, I have to go.”
“I find out anything more, I’ll let you know.”
Hack didn’t even end the call before rushing off to help his girl. He held back her hair as she vomited into the toilet. Once she was finished, he flushed the toilet, then set her on the counter and brushed her teeth for her.
“Hey, it’s okay. I won’t let him touch you.”
“I just . . . I was such an idiot. Why did I let him into my life? How did he even find out where I lived? Oh God.” She put her hand over her tummy.
“Shh. It’s all right. It wasn’t your fault.”
She smacked her hand against the counter beneath her. “Yes, it is! So. Damn. Stupid.”
“Stop. No,” he said sternly as he grabbed her hands. “You aren’t to hurt yourself.”
“But I was so dumb.”
“Or say bad things about yourself.” He gave her a stern look.
“Fudgsicle!” she cried.
Shit.
He drew her into his arms, holding her tight. Maybe he should get her weighted blanket. She used it during her naps in the nest. But he didn’t want to let go of her. He just held her tight, whispering reassurances to her until she stirred.
He drew back, looking down at her. “Better?”
“I don’t know. A bit. Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”
Shit. Was it what she needed? Or was it a way to cause herself pain? “I will always give you what you need. But I will not allow you to harm yourself. Or for me to harm you. And if I think a spanking will harm you emotionally, then I refuse to do that. Understand me?”