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)
"It's Daddy, baby doll," I say, lifting my head to meet her gaze. She's drunk with pleasure, her expression dazed. "That's what you call me when you're grinding on my cock. Daddy."
Her lips part, that pink tongue peeping out. Something in her expression shifts infinitesimally. It's so subtle that I doubt anyone else would have even noticed. But I notice everything about this girl. I always have. She doesn't just like the thought of me being her daddy. She fucking loves it.
Ah, hell. There's really no going back now. Not for her…and definitely not for me.
"Yes, daddy," she whispers.
I plunder her mouth, trying to steal her soul and claim it as my own. She already has mine. I gave it up months ago. Right about the time I stepped into Petal Pushers and noticed her for the first time. It's been hers since then. I've just been delaying the inevitable, trying to fight fate. Not for my sake, but for her own.
She deserves more than to be tied to a motherfucker like me. But my life is hers regardless.
"Daddy," she gasps, stiffening beneath me. "I…I'm—"
"Ah, fuck. Are you going to come for daddy, princess?"
"Yes!" she sobs, her nails embedded in my back as she writhes beneath me.
"Do it, princess." I pump and grind and hump her into the fucking mattress, desperate to get her there, to be the reason she falls apart around me. I've always played by the rules and kept my nose clean. There are no rules when it comes to her. None I won't break anyway. To be the man she calls daddy—to be the man who deserves to wear that title—for her, I'll do whatever it takes.
"Daddy!" she wails, tilting her head forward. Her face lands against my neck. For a second, I think she's just holding onto me as the orgasm wracks her beautiful body…and then her teeth close on my skin, delivering a sharp bite.
I bellow into the room like a wounded bear. My dick pulses, cum shooting into my boxers as my balls give up the fight. I come all over myself, roaring in triumph as she marks me as hers. I'm not just Jude any longer. I'm Devin's Daddy.
Fuck. I'm her daddy.
"Jesus Christ," I gasp, still rocking my hips against hers, wringing out every ounce of pleasure I can from her. She's shaking beneath me, adorable whimpers falling from her lips. My heart pounds like I just ran a marathon. "You're going to kill me, princess."
"No," she mumbles, tightening her arms around my neck as if she can physically prevent Death from stealing me from her arms. "You aren't allowed."
"Yeah?" I smile for the first time in days. I forgot how sweet she is. For the people she loves, she probably would fight Death himself. She loves fiercely, with a heart as pure as the driven snow. "Says who?"
"Me." She yawns, burying her face in my shoulder. "I'm sleepy, Jude."
I brush my lips across her forehead and then pry myself off her before picking her up and moving her up to the head of the bed. Once I throw the covers back, I pull her shoes off and then her socks. Her toes are painted hot pink. Her chubby feet are fucking adorable. Jesus. Who knew feet could be a turn-on? I press my lips to the top of each one and then work her jeans down her hips, groaning at the sight of her long legs.
Her olive skin and thick thighs have my dick stirring back to life. She's too damn beautiful. There is nothing girlish about her body. Like the statues and carvings of the spiral goddess, a representation of divine feminine power and fertility popular in polytheistic religions, her hips are wide, her belly soft, and her breasts high and firm. She was made for babies and motherhood.
Her little pink panties are soaked with her juices. The scent of her arousal has my mouth watering, the desire to spread her open and gorge myself on her rising like the tide. I fight it back, knowing she needs sleep. She can barely hold her eyes open.
I toss her pants off the side of the bed and crawl up over her, brushing wild strands of hair out of her face. "Lift up, princess," I murmur. "Let me get your bra off."
She grumbles wordlessly, giving me an adorable pout. She sits up though, letting me pull her t-shirt and bra off. Her hard nipples practically beg for attention. Every inch of her is breathtaking. My hands shake as I slip her t-shirt back on over her head, knowing she won't get any rest if I don't. I won't be able to keep my hands off her.
"Now you can sleep," I chuckle, laying her back down in the bed.
She sighs happily, burrowing into my pillow. She doesn't open her eyes the entire time, trusting me to take care of her. My heart pulses, my throat tight as I run a hand down her round cheek. This right here…this is perfection.