Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"You're inside me, daddy," she breathes, tears pouring down her face as she turns those big brown eyes on me. She isn't hurt. She's happy. Thank you, God. Thank you. "You're inside me."
"Yeah, princess," I rasp, my throat swelling with emotion. How is it possible to love this girl any more than I already do? Just when I think I've found the depths of my obsession, she proves me wrong, takes me to an entirely new level. "Daddy is inside his princess."
"Am I yours now?" she asks.
Is she mine now? She's always been mine.
"Always," I growl, nipping her bottom lip. "Now, be real good and move with daddy while he fucks his baby into you."
"Daddy," she gasps.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, princess. We both know that's why you've been spying on daddy and sneaking in through his window," I growl. "We both know that's why you let him in that princess pussy without a condom."
She gasps my name again, her inner muscles clenching around my cock.
I pull back half an inch, testing the waters.
"Daddy," she gasps, lifting her hips to draw me back.
"Good girl," I croon. Fuck. She's a vise around my cock, strangling me with her heat. That ripe little princess cunt is going to milk the cum right out of me. I rock into her, fucking her slow and deep, letting her get used to the way it feels to have me inside her. My head kicks back as I revel in the pleasure. It pierces deep, completely annihilating anything I've ever felt before.
This is joy. This is living.
"Daddy," she moans, moving with me, fucking me back. "Oh, daddy."
I pick up the pace, watching her with abject fascination. Every shift of emotion. Every moan. I memorize every single one, claim each one as my own. This little princess is mine. God, she's so fucking mine.
"Harder, daddy," she moans, scraping her nails down my shoulders.
Ah, fuck. There it is.
I give her what she wants, fucking her harder, deeper. My balls meet her ass with a clap of sound with each thrust, earning a cry of ecstasy from her lips each time. I grunt, giving in to the fuck lust. It consumes me. She consumes me. We kiss and fuck and touch until I'm lost to her. Still, it's not enough. It'll never fucking be enough.
I flip us, putting her in my lap to bounce her on my cock. She sobs for me, my name leaving her lips in a puff of sound every time I drop her on my cock.
It's still not enough.
"Goddamn, princess," I growl. "Tell me to stop."
"Never stop," she cries. "Never stop."
I flip us again, pounding into her. The bed rattles and shakes. Devin wails for daddy, clawing up my back. Her cunt flutters around my cock.
"Give it to me," I demand. "Come."
She sobs my name. Bites me.
I roar, fucking her without rhythm. Without thought. I'm mindless. Just taking, taking, taking. Her cunt is slick with her juices, welcoming every hard thrust. Her body rises off the bed, arching toward me as if pulled by invisible thread demanding she be as close as possible. Her pussy flutters around my cock again. I tilt her hips up, allowing my cock to drag against her g-spot.
She screams, coming so violently she nearly bucks me off. Her nails make a mess of my back. It's heaven. I groan her name, coming with her, unable to hold it off as her pussy pulses around my shaft, demanding I give it up. I bury my face in her throat, gasping for air, writhing in bliss. Complete.
"Are you okay, baby doll?" I ask, scooping her up into my arms as soon as I can move. I cradle her close to my chest, my heart pounding like a war drum.
"Perfect," she mumbles.
I hold her tightly, my face buried in her hair. It's a curious thing to hold the whole world in your arms and know she belongs to you. It's an honor I'll fight for, bleed for, die for. This little princess…Jesus, this perfect little princess.
I groan and climb to my feet, keeping her cradled in my arms.
"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice thick, sleepy.
"To the tub, princess," I murmur. "Daddy needs to clean you up and take care of you."
"Oh," she sighs happily. "Yay for me."
I smile, handing over another little piece of my heart.
Who am I kidding? The whole fucking thing already belongs to her.
Chapter Six
Devin
"We shouldn't go," I say for the millionth time since Cash and Hands returned yesterday afternoon, chewing worriedly on my bottom lip.
Jude gently pries it from between my teeth, shaking his head. "We aren't hiding, baby doll," he says, his tone firm. "You aren't hiding."
"But–"
"No."
"I don't like this," I whisper, peering out the window at the group of motorcycles bunched up around the SUV like a security escort. Every one of the brothers is out there except Angel and Cowboy, who stayed behind with some of Cowboy's ranchers to keep an eye on the wives and babies. The winged skull on the brothers' cuts blares their allegiance. They don't look like doctors and CEOs and rockstars right now. They look like an MC ready to go to war. For me.