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)
“It’s a crime I’ll happily commit.” His hand glides to the small of my back. I wish he’d move it lower, over my backside, down to that sweet spot between my legs. But the French doors behind me have glass panels and no curtains.
“Where’s Austin?” I ask softly.
“In the garage,” Cal says. “Fixing something.”
His fingers flex like he wants to do more with them than just hold me. I get the impression he’s trying to control himself, but that’s the last thing I want. I wedge my hand between our bodies to rub the length of his cock. He sucks in a breath.
“You sure you want to do that, baby?” he says. “You’ve been through so much. You should really sleep.”
Technically, he’s the one who should be sleeping. At any second, he could get the call that tears him out of bed.
“I couldn’t fall sleep now if I wanted to,” I tell him. “Could you?”
“God no.” His hips rock, pushing his cock against my palm. I stroke him, long and slow, tightening my grip as I round over the head.
“I need you, Daddy.”
“Christ, I need you, too.” He teases the blankets out from under us. “Get under the covers, baby.”
We scramble to reorient ourselves so that we’re both facing the wall, with my back to his chest. I hold tight to my stuffed kitten as Cal slides a hand up my shirt.
“We have to be quiet, baby girl,” he rasps.
I bite my lips together to suppress my whimpers as Cal plays with my nipples. Strumming and circling them, pinching them gently. He kisses my neck and grinds his cock against my ass. I close my eyes and shut out the world until all I know is the heat and scent and sound of his body.
My clit throbs between my thighs, aching for contact. I roll my hips, pushing back against Cal’s firmness. His hand makes the slow, agonizing journey down my chest and stomach. He tickles my mound. I gasp and twitch in his arms.
I feel the tips of his fingers trace the cleft between my pussy lips through my panties, followed by the heat and pressure of his palm. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I writhe in the tight space between his cock and his hand.
“You want Daddy to touch you here?” he whispers. I nod.
He slides his hand into the waistband of my panties and cups me with nothing between us.
“You’re so fucking slick, baby,” he rasps. “Has your pussy been crying for Daddy?”
I whine softly as he dips between my folds, spreading wetness all over my clit. He paints small circles over the sensitive bud as I hump his fingertips.
My body feels more alive now than it’s ever been. I lose myself in the sensory experience of being completely surrounded by this man. Protected and secreted away from all the bad things and bad people in the world.
“I can’t wait another goddamn second to get inside you.” Cal tugs my panties down. I work them the rest of the way off as he frees his cock from his boxers. I feel the heat of him against my ass, silk draped over wood.
He angles the head of his cock between my thighs, gliding back forth along my soaked pussy. Each time he brushes my clit, a pleasurable burst of fireworks goes off inside me.
I lift my leg so he can enter me. My muscles are still new to this, and it takes a few seconds to adjust to the feeling of something so thick pushing into me. He holds his breath as he eases into me slowly, exhaling only when he’s fully engulfed. As he eases out and then glides back in, I can’t help the moan that follows.
Cal puts his hand over my mouth. “Shh, baby.”
He keeps his hand on my lips as he fucks me. Slowly and deeply and in total silence. As if he doesn’t want any distractions for either of us. Only leaving room for the slide and the press of our bodies. Together. I lose myself in the rhythm of his thrusts, in the force of his desire for me. Reaching between my thighs, he resumes stroking my clit as he works his cock in and out of my pussy.
I sense him letting go a little, pushing harder than before, like he’s losing control over his own impulses. I love the harshness of it, the ferocity. Him using my pussy to get off, as he works his fingers to pleasure me.
He needs this. We need this. A chance to let go, to forget, to release. The quiet echoes of discomfort I feel are nothing compared to the pleasure mounting inside me.
He slides two fingers into my mouth as my orgasm hits me, ricocheting through my pelvis at the same moment as a stray thought enters my brain: if something bad were to happen to this man, I would die. I would shatter into a million little pieces.