Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He hauled her to the center of the bed with his hands under her arms and nestled himself between her legs, lining his cock up with her entrance. “So impatient,” he teased as he kissed her neck.
She lifted her hips, encouraging him to enter her as her hands came to his firm ass.
All the breath left her lungs when he thrust into her. “Oh, yeah. That’s my girl. God, you’re sexy when you’re aroused.” He pulled almost out and thrust again, deeper.
Valerie was so full, and she loved it. Loved the tightness of having him inside her, loved the way his larger body pressed her into the mattress, loved the way he was kissing her neck and shoulder and behind her ear.
“You’re mine, Valerie,” he murmured into her ear. “Forever. There will never be another woman for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Grayson.” Her voice was breathy and barely audible, but she believed him. He didn’t care about any of his other customers. He loved her.
As if he read her mind, he reiterated that fact against her ear. “I love you, Valerie. Forever.”
She moaned. “I love you too.” The moment was so intense it felt life-altering.
“Slower or faster?” he asked.
“Faster,” she insisted. She wanted him to fuck her hard. So hard that she slid across the bed. So hard that she felt it deep inside her.
Luckily, he did just that, and she was shocked to find herself on the edge of another orgasm. She shouldn’t have been because he’d driven her to that edge before he’d thrust into her. But she was surprised to find herself so close to orgasm from nothing more than the base of his cock pressing against her clit.
She arched her hips up, gaining more purchase against him.
“That’s it. Take what you need. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
At his words, she came, a deep moan filling the room as she stiffened, holding her hips aloft, gasping for air, enjoying the waves of pleasure that consumed her.
Moments later, Grayson followed her over the edge, grunting out his own release before he collapsed over her.
They were both panting as he held some of his weight off her with his elbows. When he started to slide out of her, she gripped his ass harder. “No, Daddy. Not yet. Wanna feel you inside me.”
Her Little was back. She felt vulnerable and exposed. She felt loved and cherished.
Could this really last? Could she have this Daddy as her own? He’d professed his love, and she’d done the same. But they’d entered into this relationship two weeks ago. Was that enough time to really know?
It was so hard for her to believe she could have this forever, but she clung to him, not wanting him to climb off her, needing the pressure of his body, his heart beating against her, his breaths tickling her neck. It was life-affirming.
“I’m going to clean you up now, Baby girl. And then I’m going to dress you and take you home.”
Home… He referred to his house as home as if it were also her home. When she was there, it felt like the truth. She had a room there filled with all things Little. He’d decorated it especially for her.
Suddenly, that was where she wanted to be. As soon as she set foot in his house, she always slid into a deeper Little space, and she craved that today. After tossing and turning last night, worrying, she needed to turn over her care and let herself relax. “I want that, Daddy,” she murmured.
He kissed her lips so sweetly she almost cried, his gaze holding hers for long moments before he pulled out of her, rose, and padded to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a washcloth in his hand, and he used it to gently clean between her legs.
She held on to his neck as he lifted her into his arms and didn’t protest when he carried her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet. He squatted in front of her, stroking her hair back while she peed, and he wiped her folds with such care.
After washing her hands, he carried her back to the bed and laid her on her mattress. “Don’t move, Baby girl.”
She wasn’t sure she could, and she certainly didn’t want to. She wanted him to take care of her. She wanted everything. She wanted to let go and let herself be fully vulnerable with him.
She watched as he dressed and trailed him around the room while he selected clothes for her. She said nothing as he pulled panties up her legs.
The soft cotton dress he slid over her head after helping her sit was white with a cupcake in the middle. Without a bra, she could see the outline of her nipples through the thin material, but she didn’t point that out. She kind of liked the fact that he could see her hard little buds.