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)
“Baby girl?” he called out.
“In here, Daddy,” she said as she drew the drapes closed.
He walked in, freezing as he took her in. “What’s this?”
“It’s a babydoll nightgown.” And she thought she looked pretty hot in it. “Bonnie helped me pick it out. I . . . I want to try again, Daddy.”
“Try again?”
They’d played a lot, but she wanted to know what it was like to fuck him.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to . . .”
“I’m sure and we need to do it before I lose my nerve. But I want to be in charge.”
“Whatever you need, baby.”
“Then strip and lie on the bed,” she commanded.
He drew all of his clothes off, and she took her time, studying him. Lord, the man was so hot. Strong, tattooed, with a smile that was both delicious and wicked.
He lay back on the bed. “You want to tie me up, baby?”
“No. I trust you. If you say you won’t do something, then you won’t. I didn’t really feel comfortable with you tied up the last time we did this. It felt like I wasn’t with you, if that makes sense. I don’t know how to explain it.”
His face softened. “I get it. Do what you want with me.”
She nodded nervously. That was silly, though. She knew his body as well as she did her own.
Moving to him, she kissed him lightly, then she deepened the kiss. As she kissed down his body to his already hard cock, she felt her tension ease.
This was Hack.
And she loved him.
Finally, she took him into her mouth, sucking him in deep. But her aim wasn’t to make him come. Nope. That wasn’t happening until he was deep inside her.
When she drew back, he was breathing heavily and she could feel her own heart racing.
“I don’t . . . I don’t want you to come until you’re inside me.”
His face softened. “All right, baby.”
Brave of him to agree since this could take some time.
“I want . . . will you . . . uh . . . um . . .”
“Tell me. Whatever you want is yours. I promise there is nothing that I don’t want to do.”
“Will you put your mouth here?” She cupped her mound, feeling foolish.
“Fuck, yes. I love eating your pussy. How do you want me?”
“There’s a position I’ve always wanted to try . . . but if it makes you uncomfortable . . .” Shit she was bad at this taking charge stuff.
He reached for her hands and held them. It was then that she noticed she was clenching them tight, her nails pressing into her skin. “Tell me.”
There was nothing but acceptance on his face.
“I want to sit on the side of the bed and have you kneel in front of me.”
He shifted off the bed, kneeling next to it. She took a deep breath and moved into position, pulling her nightgown out of the way. She and Bonnie had talked about things that might make her more comfortable with sex.
And this had been one idea they’d had. She didn’t know why. Maybe because Matthew had pulled all her clothes off.
Don’t think about it.
“Baby?” Hack looked up at her.
She smiled down at him. “You’ve never said anything about them.”
He frowned slightly. “What?”
“My scars. They’re not very nice to look at.”
“Baby,” he crooned. “Your scars are part of you. They’re not ugly. They’re the mark of a warrior. Because you went through a battle, and you’re still fighting.” He lightly kissed each scar as she fought back tears. “Now, do I have permission to eat your pussy?”
“Please. I’m not going to ask permission to come, though.”
He grinned. “Obviously not this time.”
He ate her pussy so well that she came twice. By the time her second orgasm rushed through her, she was breathless, her entire body trembling. Hack stared up at her with a smug look, his lips glistening with her release. “More?”
“No. No, I think I’ll die if you do that again.”
He chuckled and stood, then grasping hold of the back of her head, he kissed her.
She could taste herself on his lips, and it was hot as hell.
“Sorry,” he said as he drew back. “You’re in charge, baby. Where next?”
“Can you lie on your back again? When Matthew . . . when he raped me, he was over me, caging me in. I think this position is the one I want to try but also . . . I might need your help.”
“My help?”
“I’ve never done it like this before.” She slid over his hips and reached down to grasp his hard dick. “Can you guide me?”
“Of course. You take all the time you need, and if you can’t do it this time, then there is no pressure.”
But she wanted to do this. Holding his dick, she pressed herself against the head. Staring at him, she pushed down. He entered her, stretched her and for a moment her body tensed up. She couldn’t do this.