Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You do?” I finally ask when it appears that I’m not going to be that lucky. I force myself to look up at him. There’s humor on his face, but there’s also tenderness. It’s beautiful. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me with that kind of expression before in my life and even if they did…
I catch my breath. God. Even if they did, the look feels so huge, so monumental, that it would pale in comparison to the way Marco is looking down on me.
“I do. You’re going to be my princess,” he declares, causing the breath to freeze inside my lungs, leaving me unable to exhale. I just stare at him, trying to ignore the tears that burn, trying to slip out.
I don’t know how to respond and before I can, his mouth is on mine. I wasn’t watching, I was looking anywhere but at Marco because I was dying of embarrassment. So, I didn’t realize he was going to kiss me. This kiss is different. This kiss is filled with hunger and a barely controlled sense of urgency. It should scare me—it doesn’t. Instead, I open myself to him automatically, arching my back, pressing my body up into him and pulling on my hands, trying to get them free so I can touch him. That doesn’t work but as Marco bites my lip, I find I don’t care. A shuddery breath rolls through me at the sting of pain that’s mixed with pleasure hits. Then, he’s sucking at my lip, his tongue moving against the area to soothe his bite.
My head presses back into the pillow, my body still pushing upwards, trying to reach him as he hovers over me. His hand slides behind the back of my neck as he holds me in place. Then, his tongue invades my mouth, and he consumes me. This kiss is on the verge of violent it’s so explosive. I lose my worry on if I’m doing it right, because clearly, Marco is hungry for me. I must not be a total failure. He leads, I follow, and I do that gladly. I hold on, trying to give as good as I’m getting, not stopping even when my lungs burn with the need to intake air.
When he breaks away, his lips move along the side of my face, his beard tickling my skin as my legs move restlessly. My hips are rocking, searching for more as he moves his lips along the side of my neck. He nips at the tender skin there, too. His tongue touching and caressing his bites there too. I can do nothing but moan, wishing I could touch him. My muscles are clenching, especially the ones between my legs. I’m so desperate I’m trying to ride the tampon inside of me. I’m desperate. I’m not sure how the desire ramped up this quickly—this explosively—but right now, I don’t care. I just need more.
“Marco,” I half moan, half beg. “Please.”
His hand moves back to one of my breasts. I breathe a sigh of relief. I need this. I want it. I don’t get it. His fingers grab hold of the swollen nipple and twists it, sending a small measure of pain coursing through me that causes my pussy to spasm. Spasm. It has never happened and it feels so good there are no words.
“Daddy,” he growls against my ear.
“Please, Daddy,” I breathe, realizing my mistake at once. “Make this ache stop,” I plead, body rocking aimlessly. Everything he is doing is so much more than I ever knew existed, but I need more.
So. Much. More.
Marco groans, the sound full of hunger and I listen to it, realizing that I’m the one that has brought him to this point. He could have any woman he wanted and I’m the one here. I’m the one that he’s pleasuring. Me.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises.
My eyes close. God, yes. I want to be his good girl. I want to be everything to him. I always have and I know I always will. Always.
He kisses a path down my chest until his lips find my nipple and he latches on. My head goes up to see him, but the pleasure is so intense that I slam it back down on the pillow. My body quakes as he continues to stoke the fire inside me. I feel his hand spanning across my stomach, and I whimper, “Daddy.”
He lets out a growl and I know he liked me begging him because his fingers push into my panties. He lifts up, his eyes raging with desire that’s so consuming it looks like his eyes are glowing with it. He reaches up, undoing his tie and suddenly my hands are free. I start to reach for him but stop when he shakes his head no. He begins taking off his jacket and next his shirt. I’m silent as he releases button after button, revealing his chest.