Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Yeah? I bet if I flipped that little skirt up right now, you'd be wet, Georgia."
"That's the problem!" she cries, turning wide gray eyes up to me. Jesus. They're so dilated with desire they perfectly match the storm clouds that roiled all afternoon. The storm moved on a little while ago but looking in her eyes is just like staring out the window. Only Los Angeles doesn't stare back. My fucking soul does. "I…I like it too much, Blaze."
Ah, fuck.
"Oh, little one," I breathe, wrapping my hand around her jaw. I bring her face up to mine, dropping kisses on that sweet mouth. I'm in serious trouble here. Those lips taste like candy. "Daddy is going to have so much fun playing with you tonight."
She sobs my name, letting me know I didn't misread anything. She needs a daddy, and she chose me for the job.
I take the opportunity her open mouth presents, thrusting my tongue into it. I'm too impatient to wait. I need to kiss this girl right the fuck now. She needs it too. I may be slow on the uptake, but I get it now, why she's been giving me hell for the last two months straight. She's been hurting for me. I want to howl at the realization that I've left the poor baby in pain.
No more. Never again. If she wants this, who the hell am I to say it's wrong? Nothing about her is anything less than right. Fuck anyone who doesn't agree. If she needs a daddy, I'll be the best goddamn daddy in this world.
I flick my tongue against hers, the blood thickening in my veins. Ah. God. I'm going to stay drunk on this girl. I already know it. I already feel it happening. One taste. That's the price of salvation. One kiss. That's the cost of my soul. There's no slipping into heaven for me now. Not when the road to hell is paved in glitter and doused with sugar like this.
Her tongue works with mine, tentative at first, as if she's testing it out. As if she's never been kissed before now. Fuck, she probably hasn't. She's an innocent little angel, and I'm about to dirty her all up.
I should probably feel badly about that. I don't.
I should probably put a stop to it. I won't.
She's mine.
"Goddamn, that mouth," I growl, backing her up against the door. She doesn't need any encouragement to climb my body. She does it like a pro, desperate to get back to my mouth. She's an eager little thing. I plant my hands on her ass, boosting her up to lock her legs around my waist.
"Kiss it again," she demands.
As if anyone could stop me.
I angle her head and give her what she wants, seaming my mouth to hers. Her breath trembles against my lips. I inhale it into my lungs, greedy for every part of her. I can live off her air. She'll live off mine. Nothing else will suffice. I've tasted heaven now. I'll tear it down brick by brick before giving it up.
I grind her against my erection, a little preview of what she'll be getting later. All nine inches of it. Repeatedly.
"Blaze," she moans, writhing in ecstasy.
"Holy shit."
Georgia freezes in my arms as soon as she hears Alaric's voice. I love my brother. Honest, I do. But right now, all I want for Christmas is to be an only child.
"Alaric, get out," I growl as Georgia scrambles to dismount. I refuse to let her go. She's hidden by my overcoat, pinned between my body and the wall. If he sees any part of her, it's the top of her elf hat bobbing as I grind her sweet center on her new throne.
I should stop doing that. I know I should…but I can't. I don't. She's so wet, she's leaving a spot on my pants. I fully intend for it to soak clean through my boxers before I put her down. If I have to go to this fucking party, my dick is getting at least a taste of her first. After two months, he's earned that much.
Georgia moans my name, shaking in my arms when my dick nudges her clit again.
"Just came to let you know they're ready for you downstairs," Alaric says.
"Out. Now," I growl.
"Yep, leaving." The door clicks closed behind him a moment later.
"Kiss me, Georgia," I demand, nipping her bottom lip.
"Blaze."
"Kiss me, little one," I growl.
She jumps to obey, crashing her mouth down on mine so hard our teeth clack together. I use my hands on her ass to grind her against me, listening for the hitch in her breath and the way she sobs every time I hit the right spot.
"B-Blaze, I…"
"What's my name, Georgia?"
"D-daddy," she whispers. "Daddy."
"Good girl." I kiss her again, playing with her tongue like it's my favorite new toy. Who am I kidding? Every spot on her body is my favorite new toy. And I'm not sharing a single fucking part of it. No one sees her. No one touches her. I will destroy anyone who thinks of testing me. "Now, be a real good girl and come before we get caught again. You don't want daddy in trouble, do you?"