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)
As he whispers, his mouth works over my breasts, never pausing.
It wouldn’t take hours. He’d have me begging him to fuck me in seconds.
“Please, Daddy...” I gasp as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet. Now, the playroom. Tell me about it. What’s it look like?”
“It’s...” I can barely think straight as he rocks my hips, encouraging me to hump his thigh. “It’s blue and yellow. With a mural on the wall."
"What kind of mural?"
"I don't know.” My clit throbs as I rub against him, like humping a firm pillow. “Animals, maybe. Bunnies...and foxes.”
“Sweet red foxes for my sweet red-haired Holly.” He glides his hands up my sides and around to my breasts, as I continue working my clit against his thigh. Currents of pleasure spiral through my body, sending electric love zooming through my veins. “What else is in the room, baby?”
I picture the space, the mural, toys all over the place. “There’s a table for coloring, and a dollhouse.”
“A big dollhouse?” he asks around my nipple.
“Huge, with beds for all my dolls so none of them have to sleep outside.” I gasp as he rolls us, laying me on my back with his thigh still wedged between mine. I’ve made his skin slick with my arousal, shiny in the moonlight.
“Is there a soft carpet for napping?” he asks.
“Uh-huh. The softest...” I moan as he captures my breast between his teeth and swirls his tongue across the stiffened tip.
His hand goes over my mouth to quiet me.
“No crying, little girl,” he growls. “It’s nap time.”
There’s a hard edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. An intensity that makes my pulse flutter like bird’s wings. Last night, he made me come with his hand over my lips, and I loved it. I love this rougher side to him, the so-called demon he’s so reluctant to embrace. I love it just as much as I love his sweet side.
He trails his fingers down my chin to the hollow of my throat, then brings his face close to mine. In the dark it’s impossible to know who’s staring back at me. Nice Daddy or Demon Daddy.
“Daddy’s gonna nap on the floor with you, baby,” he says. I bite back a whimper as he grinds his thigh against me. “But first, he’s gonna taste your pretty pussy.”
Excitement trills through me as he inches down my body, licking and biting as he goes. I watch intently as he spreads my knees and exhales a warm gust over my folds. He gazes at me from between my legs, smiling wickedly.
His tongue laps at my clit. I fight not to moan, not to whimper, as he licks that tender spot that makes fireworks go off behind my closed eyes.
“Are we still in the playroom?” he rasps.
I swallow hard. As I try to picture the ceiling, the sky opens up.
“No,” I whisper. “We’re outside...in the backyard.”
“How’d we get there, baby?” He draws his tongue down to my opening.
I whine like a puppy. “I ran out of the playroom because...I didn’t want to go to sleep. You chased me outside, and now we’re in the grass.”
A deep growl rumbles up from his throat as he re-centers his mouth over my clit. My legs twitch as he sucks on me, like my clit is a piece of candy. I was already close before he slid down there, and now I feel my orgasm within reach.
“Is it daytime? Are there neighbors?”
I imagine looking left and right, seeing fences, other houses.
“Yes... Anyone could see us if they looked out their windows. They see everything you’re doing to me. See my daddy...fucking me.”
In a flash, Cal’s on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed. The sudden burst of aggression makes my heart race. His cock burns hot against my inner thigh. I feel the trail of precum as it drips.
Gazing up at him with wide eyes, I know for sure it’s Demon Daddy staring down at me.
My clit pulses as I wait for him to drive his cock into my pussy. To take me hard, like a devil would. To rip my orgasm from me.
But as the seconds tick by, I can hear his breathing change. The tension in his fingers around my wrists loosens.
He releases me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, kneeling upright. He scrubs at his face as though he’s only just realizing what he’s done, what he’s been doing.
“What is it, Daddy?” I whisper.
He’s quiet for a long, taut moment. I’m afraid to move, afraid not to move. Everything was rushing along so fast, and I was so turned on. Did I say the wrong thing? Take the fantasy in a direction it wasn’t supposed to go?
“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “I always seem to let myself get carried away with you.”
Slowly, I push upright to sit closer to him. “Was I not supposed to mention the neighbors?”