Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
"Oh fuck," I moan, and he laughs.
"Language, Alina. Now, I need you to relax. This will be the last time I'm going to tell you that because from here on out, you're just going to have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good."
He pulls my panties to the side, and his warm, wet tongue drags over my core. I'm so hot, so wet, and his mouth is magical. His tongue curls around my clit, lashing and licking, and his fingers push inside of me—one and then two. The stretch is incredible, and he works them deep, curling up toward my G-spot.
Derrick doesn't let up. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and it's the best sensation, so good. When the pleasure peaks, it crashes over me in a wave, making me cry out.
"Derrick!"
"Good girl." He laps at me as I come down from what feels like heaven.
He stops, not until I'm limp and sated, and even then he gives my clit one last flick of his tongue before he climbs over me. He cages me in, his cock pressing between my legs, the tip bumping against my entrance.
"Fuck, Alina," he growls and kisses me. "I want to hear you cry my name again. I want to be the only man you can think of. The only man you ever call Daddy. I want to give you the world. Will you let me?"
"Yes."
He thrusts forward, the head of his cock pushing into me. "Let me claim you, angel."
Deep down, I know he already has. This is the final step, and after he fills me with his cock, there's no going back. But that's okay. All I want is to push forward. "Yes, Daddy."
Derrick makes a low sound in his throat, and he pushes himself into me, slowly and carefully. "Look down, Alina. Watch as my cock disappears into your sweet, tight pussy."
It's mesmerizing. The sight of his dick, coated in my slickness, disappearing into my body. It's surreal, and I can feel my pussy stretching for him. The stretch is intense, and for a second, I think it's too much, but Derrick stops and kisses me. "You're doing so well. Such a good girl for taking all of me."
"Derrick…" I moan.
He smiles. "That's right. Keep saying my name, angel."
He pulls his hips back and slides forward again. The friction is incredible, and so is the pressure. It's not quite pain, but it's overwhelming, and I can't do anything but cling to his shoulders as Derrick begins to move inside of me.
Each thrust is a little faster, and he's going a little deeper. Each movement sends me higher, and it's so good. "Daddy!"
He groans, pressing his face into my neck. "My angel."
He kisses me hard, claiming my mouth while his cock claims the rest of me. My nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to care. His hips move faster, and the headboard bangs against the wall behind us. I'm close, but I don't know how to tell him. It's too good, and he's hitting spots inside of me that make my vision go blurry, my breath coming short.
Derrick's mouth finds my ear, and his teeth graze the skin there. "Come for me, Alina," he growls and slams his hand into the headboard. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock, angel. Squeeze my cock like a good girl, and I'm going to fill you up."
"Daddy…" I clutch his shoulders. "I'm gonna—"
"I know." He presses his forehead to mine. "That's it, angel. Let go. Come all over my cock."
His hand slides between us, and when his thumb flicks over my clit, I come.
It's a blinding orgasm, one that takes me to another plane of existence. My whole body thrums, and the only thing tethering me to the ground is Derrick's weight. He pins me down, and the bed rocks beneath me, and then his hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back.
"That's a good girl, angel," he grits out, and I can feel him losing control. His cock throbs inside of me, and he gives one last deep thrust before he buries himself to the hilt, and his cock begins to pulse. Warmth rushes through me, and the feeling of his seed filling me is unbelievable.
He holds himself up, and as his hips slow, he turns my head and presses his lips to mine. It's a soft, slow kiss, and he's still inside of me, his cock twitching.
"Angel…" He strokes my hair. His voice is reverent. Worshipful, almost.
My body feels sated, and so does the desire inside of me, the urge that's been driving me crazy since the moment I first saw him. Derrick rolls to the side, slipping out of me, and pulls my body to his.
We're tangled together, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. My hair spills over his chest, his hand running up and down my back in soothing strokes.