Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Somehow, my body knows what to do. My hips go wild, bucking and sliding up and down the hard length under his trousers as Jack attacks my neck, then another smack on my ass lights up my brain like the fourth of July.
“Come on.” His voice turns harsh. “You can do better than that. Come on, show me how you’re going to fuck your Daddy.”
His cologne and my arousal swirl through the air as I gasp and grab his shoulders, grinding myself down, churning and desperate as his filthy words draw me deeper and deeper into whatever this is we are together.
“You’ve teased me for a long time. But no more. No more teasing. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told. Naked and spread wide for me, whenever I say.”
Another spank and it’s like he’s releasing something inside of me. Maybe inside us both from the sounds he’s making. There’s a magnetic pull growing between us, like we’ve been holding back for too long and the forces of the universe have aligned to make it impossible for us to fight it any longer.
Jack’s mouth clasps onto my nipple with a simultaneous smack on the other side of my ass as pleasure roils in my belly and I try to make sense of why his spanking and dirty words only make me more excited.
“Dirty girl. Spreading that wet cunt on Daddy’s lap. Grind it down on me, baby. Later you’ll be rubbing that little pussy all over my face right before I fuck you like the filthy little tease you are. You’ll be dripping with me. Bred with me. You’ll have no choice. I’ll hold you down and paint your womb with my seed.”
His control on my hair and my body is overwhelming. He hisses filth into my ears, then takes my mouth again with his as my womanhood clenches and I convulse against him.
“I’ve touched myself for too long waiting for you, little girl. Thinking of all the wrong things I wanted to do with you. To you. The things I’ll make you do to me. Sometimes, you won’t want to, but you’ll do it anyway.”
It’s not a question and I don’t need to answer. I know the truth of what he’s saying as exhilaration vibrates through me, darting from my head to my toes as sensory overload takes over.
“That’s it. Give me that first orgasm, baby. Give. It. To. Me.”
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, painful and sharp as the flicker behind my lids explodes and the world starts to spin.
I scream into his kiss. His tongue opening my lips, demanding, deeper, deeper as he shifts my hips against him, the stiffness under his pants throbbing against me as he groans into my mouth.
The euphoria takes over, tears prick my eyes as his grip on my ass turns to more swats. He’s growling, an angry vibration between us as I think of the way he teased me with just the tip of his cock. The flavor of that little drop and how I want it all.
Jack breaks away from our kiss as I collapse into his shoulder.
“You make me do this. You tempt me until I lose control.” His voice cracks and this doesn’t feel like a game anymore. There’s some truth in his words and I wonder if it’s more than just waiting for me to turn eighteen, but I don’t remember anything I’ve done to make him so angry.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, wanting him to feel as good as he makes me feel. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re a naughty, dirty girl. Making me do these things…it’s wrong. But, I can’t stop. Even if you tell me to, I can’t.”
“I know.” I half sob into his neck, his scent comforting me, making me feel like he’s been my safe place for a very long time.
CHAPTER 6
Mina
Napping is impossible.
How Jack thinks after what just happened downstairs I could fall asleep, I have no idea.
He was so intense then, so distant now. It’s like a rubber band snapping with him. He’s so sweet, all the gifts and the your mine and the safe feeling he gives me. Then, he turns growly and angry and I’m not sure it’s even about anything I’ve done.
It’s like some PTSD or whatever and let’s be real, he could have some horrible trauma in his past and I wouldn’t know, would I?
As I tossed and turned in this massive, beautiful bedroom in the big empty bed, all sorts of stories tumbled through my brain.
Is he a football player at all? Yes, I believe so, because the nurses and doctors recognized him. Jackson Sanders, USC quarterback.
Go Trojans!
If I had some internet access, I could do some recon, but even on my phone, the internet browser is deactivated and there are no computers in the house. Weird but okay.