Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
My chest inflates like a balloon as I take a deep breath through my nose. I’m hot, practically overheating, and this heat only increases as Cane lifts my maid’s skirt up, over my hips.
He breaks our embrace and looks down at my exposed thighs. I don’t know whether I’m feeling self-conscious or somehow sexy as his eyes drag down my skin, taking in parts of my body that no one else has ever seen. Both emotions twirl through me like a vanilla-chocolate ice cream swirl, and my back arches off the seat as he runs a rough hand up between my legs.
I let them open for him and feel a full-blown head rush as his eyes light up with desire.
“Christ, look at those cute little pink panties,” he growls, his voice low. “I’ve been dreaming about what’s under this skirt for weeks, angel. And now I finally get to see.”
Cane’s words set me on fire. He’s like every fantasy I ever had come to life and more. As his hand moves up my thighs, I can’t help but think just how much the girls at my school are all missing out on by dating the boys our age. They’re all so small, so skinny, so silly and immature. I’m not sure exactly how old Cane is, but I am getting serious daddy vibes from him as his touch gets closer and closer to my womanhood.
“I…I’ve never done this before,” I confess, looking up at him. It’s a difficult admission, as I expect him to frown or sigh or twist his lips in disappointment. After all, he’s a grown man and he’s lifted my skirt up on the back of a public bus, but in fact, Cane does the absolute opposite.
He smiles.
“Are you serious? You’re a virgin?”
I nod. “Yes…I’ve never even been kissed until you kissed me.”
“Fuck.” His smile grows, and his grip on me tightens. “That means you’re mine…all mine.”
“Cane, I—”
But my next words are cut off when his touch reaches the crux of my legs and an all-new sensation shoots through me. It’s like a jolt of electricity, lighting up my entire body, blazing up my spinal column and causing my head to tilt back and my jaw to drop open in a silent cry of passion.
“That’s it, angel,” Cane whispers as his fingers begin moving in a rhythmic, circular motion. “I’m going to show you everything. I’m going to make you feel so incredible that you don’t think about anything else other than how good you feel.”
He’s not lying. My mind is already overwhelmed by what he’s doing.
What was I upset about when I got on the bus? What was I worried about for my future? I can’t even remember. All I can think about is how good I feel right now.
“No one touches this pussy but me,” he growls. “I’ve been waiting and watching you, Mari, and now that I have my hands on you, I’m never letting go.”
God help me. His words have me blazing inside. I’ve never even touched myself like this before, and as he increases the pressure, I can feel a hot pressure building deep inside of me, causing my body to quiver and the tips of my fingers to tingle.
“C-Cane…” My voice trembles from my lips. “Something’s happening.”
“I know, angel,” he replies with a smile. “Let it happen. That’s all you need to do right now. Lie back and let it happen.”
“Am I going to…to come?”
Cane’s eyes blaze as he nods down at me, those big, gorgeous eyes so intent on devouring me. But it’s not lost on me that we’re on the back seat of the bus being driven by a bus driver.
But at the same time…do I care?
Not at all.
Cane will protect me. He won’t let anything happen to me. I know that just as deeply as I know my own name and my own secrets. A tiny piece of me wants to hold back—it’s a little grain of fear that’s afraid of letting myself go, but as I look into his eyes, I feel that fear being beaten back by desire and a desperate need to allow myself to be vulnerable before him.
This man is a force of nature, and I’m wrapped up in the whirlwind of his being.
Lust and a craving for more rise up inside me like waters of a flood, washing away everything in their path. I feel my climax rushing forward like an out-of-control train and give in, pushing away what’s left of that fear and giving myself over completely to this unbelievable man, my mysterious stranger and savior.
And then, just as my orgasm hits me and slams into me like a wrecking ball, without even planning it, a word slips from my lips: “Daddy.”
“Yes, angel.”
Cane lays his body flat against mine and presses his fingers down hard against my womanhood as I go off. My body is thrown into a sudden shaking fit, but he applies pressure right where it should be and holds it there, his eyes fixed on mine, as if studying my reaction to his skillful manipulation of my body.