Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
His words send the pleasure deeper, spreading it all through my belly and loins until I burst, my orgasm soaking his driving erection, filling the room with wet noises while he continues to enter me in mighty pumps. I’m engulfed in a dizzy spell during which all I can do is absorb the bliss and chant his name over and over and over. “Daddy, Daddy.”
I watch through my pleasure haze as he stiffens above me, groaning so loud it hurts my ears, and then I’m being filled with liquid heat. He thrusts his still-thick flesh into the wonderful mess, creating more of it, sending his love spurting out onto my thighs and the bedclothes.
“Sienna,” he rasps above me. “My Sienna.” I free my wrists from his grasp so I can caress his face, but I pause when I notice the hunger still hasn’t faded from his eyes. “Christ, look what you do to me. I’m still hard, princess.” Without warning, I’m flipped onto my stomach and yanked up onto my hands and knees. His front curves over my back and I luxuriate in the feeling of his mouth kissing my neck, my ear. “I love you. Jesus, I love you so much,” he breathes into my hair. “Please forgive me for fucking the virginity out of you, princess. It won’t always be like this.”
I toss my hair back and give him an innocent look over my shoulder. “But I love the way you fuck me, Daddy.”
“My God,” he grinds out, ramming his stiffness inside me, hard enough to lever me off the bed several inches. “I’m going to give you everything, Sienna. You already have me. My heart, my soul, my devotion until the end of time.”
“You have all of me, too, Grant,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
“Thank God for that.” He starts to thrust, hard enough to make my breasts slap together. “Now. Cheek to the mattress, little girl. It’s going to be a long night.”
EPILOGUE
The next day
I’m in heaven.
When I wake up the morning after Grant asks me to be his wife, we’re already on his jet on our way to my private island. I yawn into his chest and he strokes my hair, calling to the flight attendant to bring me a mug of hot chocolate. I’m straddling Grant, covered in a cashmere blanket, my knees brushing the heated leather seat beneath us.
Reality rushes in all at once. “Oh!” I sit up and the blanket falls away, revealing my naked body. Grant peruses me with an obsessive ownership that makes me shiver, but even in my excitement, I can’t shake my sudden worry. “What about finishing school? I haven’t completed the term yet. There are tests a-and…”
His laugh sounds more like a rasp. “Sienna, you’ll go back whenever you damn well feel like it. It was built with your happiness and safety in mind. It would cease to exist without you.” He plays with a lock of my hair, studying it like a precious artifact. “As would I, princess.”
“Grant,” I breathe, nestling closer and feeling his hard length prod my bare womanhood through his pants. “You don’t have to spoil me to keep me. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. And that means I will spoil you as much and as often as I damn well please. Don’t take that honor away from me.” He snags my hips and rolls my lower body against his, groaning heartily in his throat. The flight attendant sets down my mug of hot chocolate on a side table and having forgotten her presence, I rush to cover my nudity, but Grant stops me. “Our staff has been briefed on what to expect and what’s expected of them. If they walk through our home and find me pounding your tight cunt on the floor—or hear you screaming daddy harder please from our bedroom—they will continue their duties without batting an eyelash. Your pleasure has no boundaries in our world.”
“Our world is crazy,” I whisper, making him laugh.
He caresses my face adoringly. “I keep forgetting you’ve only been aware of my utter obsession with you for less than twenty-four hours. I’m afraid it’s not going to get any less overwhelming, considering we’re on our way to explore the private island I’ve spent the year building for you.”
He’s not wrong.
Moments later, we’re flying over the most enchanting place I’ve ever seen—and that includes in movies and on the internet. It’s lush and tropical, bordered by white sand beaches and cerulean ocean water. I’m still catching my breath when we land and Grant carries me off the plane, cradled tightly to his chest. I was able to throw on one of my new thong bikinis in the jet bathroom and I’m grateful for my abbreviated attire when I step into the drenching sunlight because my skin is able to soak up every glorious ray of perfection.