Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Her legs shake as she comes down, and I gently lift her hips and roll us to the side without slipping out.
She hums and wiggles her back to my front as I wrap my arms around her and throw one of my legs over both of hers.
“Should you take the belt off?” she mumbles sleepily.
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “No, baby doll. I’m going to take you all night and not pull out once. Sometimes you’ll be too weak to kneel, so that will help me make love to you if you’re too tired. But you’ll still let me take you, won’t you? You’ll let me give you a baby.”
I run my nose along the shell of her ear, and she clenches around me.
“Yes, Trace,” she breathes and runs her fingers through my hair.
“You can sleep if you want to, but I’ll take you all night, no matter what. I can’t seem to resist you, and I don’t want to try.”
I kiss her neck, thinking about how her cunt is dripping with me. And before I give her a chance to answer, I’m rolling her back over and gripping the belt again. She’s going to get a long ride from me tonight, and as her legs spread wider so I can take her deeper, I smile. My baby doll wants it, too.
8
Addison
Trace pushes my hair out of my face and looks at me. We’ve been in bed all day. We even ate breakfast here. I didn’t feel much like moving. My body aches deliciously, and I’m savoring the feeling of being well loved.
I’ve never been so cherished in my entire life. I’ve never felt like I meant so much to someone. That’s how Trace makes me feel. Nothing else seems to matter to him but me. He’s gotten lost in this little world we’ve made together. I don’t care how fast this is, I’m holding on to the only sweetness I’ve ever known and never letting go.
“I don’t wanna push you to do anything you don’t want to, baby doll, but after what we’ve shared in the last twenty-four hours, I hoped you’d be ready to open up to me a little more,” he says softly, his hand sliding down my side to rest on my hip. I’m facing him, having just woken up once again.
We kept falling asleep after bouts of sex. One time I’d even woken with him inside me. I was already coming before I knew what was happening. Then he made me cum again to make up for missing part of the orgasm. Trace seemed just as deprived of attention as I was, but I think his was a case of never wanting it and now that he does, he can’t seem to get enough.
“It's not terrible, really,” I half lie. It wasn’t like I was beaten every day or something. More neglected than anything. But being here with Trace makes me feel like it was worse than I knew. If this is how the rest of the world lives, I had it pretty bad.
Trace’s hand tightens on my hip. “You’re the sweetest, most lovable person I’ve ever met in my life, Addison. In fact, I think you’d put up with a lot of shit because you couldn’t help yourself. If I’ve learned anything about you, it’s that your softness and sweetness go all the way through you.”
My eyes water at his sweet words. No one has ever said such nice things about me before. Part of me knows he’s right. No matter how my father behaved towards me, I never lashed out, and it wasn’t because I feared him. It was because I knew what it felt like to be treated that way, and I didn’t have it in me to do it to another person. Even if that person deserved it. It breaks my heart thinking about hurting someone else.
“That’s why you ended up here, baby doll. And I’ll make sure you never have to deal with any shit. Ever. I’ll take such good care of you, you’ll never have to worry about a thing.” His hand on my hip starts stroking me back and forth.
“I lived with my father my whole life. I don’t ever remember having a mom,” I tell him. My father never talked about her either. Not a word, and I’d gone digging a few times to try to find something, but never could. Maybe she ran from him, too.
“I mainly stayed in the house and looked after things there. My father normally ignored me. He wasn’t there most of the time, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t either, because when he got worked up or had a bad day in the fields, I tended to get the brunt of that anger,” I admit.
“He touch you?” Trace’s words are hard, his eyes flashing with anger.