Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Cal’s been so attentive toward me these past few days that it’s hard to imagine him treating his wife any different. Then again, maybe we’re only good together because being with me brings him one step closer to catching the killer he’s already hunting.
“When this case is solved,” I say, “and you’ve moved on, do you think you’ll move on from me?”
His grip tightens on my hands. “Why would you think that?”
“I just wonder if things will be different between us when I’m no longer part of your case.”
Cal stares at our linked fingers for a long moment. “No, Holly, I’ve... I’ve never felt this intensely about anyone. I know it hasn’t been long, but it’s like you’re already a part of me. A vital organ. I’d bleed to death if someone tried to cut you out.”
He pulls me toward the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around me. I cling to him like a monkey, praying that the words he says are true forever and not just for the here and now. He kisses my neck. I sigh as his lips and teeth make their way along my jaw, to my mouth.
I open my lips to let him taste me, as his hands rove down my back to the hem of my tank top.
“Arms up, baby.” He pulls my tank top up and off, then helps me out of my shorts. Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra, then slowly draws the straps down my arms.
A deep growl resounds in his throat, as he bares my breasts to his heated gaze. I gasp as he skims his thumbs across my nipples.
“Goddamn, baby, it feels like a lifetime since I’ve seen your tits. We’re gonna have to work out some kind of schedule, ‘cause Daddy refuses to wait that long again.” Plumping my breasts together, he leans in to French kiss my nipples. First one, then the other, then both at the same time.
I moan softly, pressing my hand between my legs. I feel myself shrinking, slipping back through time, to a smaller, younger, simpler version of myself.
Cal’s arms fold around my waist as he lifts me further up the bed. I relish the weight of his body as he rests on top of me, his cock a thick, hard branch inside his boxers. He captures my mouth again as he rocks his hips, grinding his erection against me. It’s like humping a plush toy, except now the toy’s humping me, and there’s nothing plush about it.
Suddenly, Cal stops, pulls back, kneels upright. It’s as though he’s trying not to let himself get carried away.
There’s a darkness in his gaze when he looks at me. Could it be his inner demons staring out at me through his eyes?
My skin tingles with goosebumps as he glides his fingers from the base of my throat, down my chest, between my breasts, all the way to my navel.
“You like this game we’re playing?” he asks. “Calling me Daddy, being my little girl?”
I nod. He runs his knuckles along the front of my panties, and that gentle stroke is all it takes to send pleasure rippling through me.
“Tell Daddy how much you like it,” he says.
“I love it so much,” I tell him. “It’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”
Cal closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there’s affection there, but I know it’s only masking the darkness I glimpsed before.
“Show Daddy that juicy pussy you’ve been keeping safe for him all day.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Holly
Simply hearing Cal say the word pussy makes my inner muscles tighten.
I grasp the sides of my panties. He scoots back, giving me room to slide my underwear down and off. He catches my ankles and spreads my legs, then lets out a long whistle.
“My God, look at that gorgeous peach.” He pets my mound like it’s a small, skittish animal he’s trying to make friends with, before he covers my mound with his whole hand. I grind against him, desperate for contact against my clit.
“Who owns this pussy, little girl?”
I wet my lips. “You do, Daddy.”
“You’re damn right I do.” He teases my opening with two fingers and then lifts them, wet with arousal, to my mouth.
I lick and suck my own slickness from his fingers just like I would lick and suck his cock.
Cal groans, deep and guttural. “Turn over, baby. Daddy wants you on your hands and knees for this next part.”
Excitement trills through me as I reorient myself. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him rub his cock through his boxers, and wonder if he means to take my virginity like this. The thought of him taking me from behind, when I can’t see what’s coming, both thrills and unnerves me.
I feel Cal’s hand on the small of my back, then between my shoulder blades. He pushes gently, encouraging me to curve my spine, drop my elbows to the bed, and tilt my pelvis back. I don’t know why, but knowing he’s looking at me from this angle somehow feels dirtier than the times he’s seen me on my back. My ass and my pussy are just so out there. Raised up, on full display, with no way to shield myself.