Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Pushing her legs further apart, I lean down over her. I press a kiss to her forehead, as tender as I’ve ever been.
“I’m fucking sorry for what’s about to happen, princess.”
She tries to turn her cheek to look at me, but I don’t let her.
“Don’t hurt me.”
Those words make me even fucking crazier. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do.”
Deep in my belly and balls, a molten need is churning. I’ve waited long enough to make her mine. Now, I need to destroy her and make her whole again.
I offer my thumb to her lips and her mouth parts. I’m fucking rude about it, but she can take it. Such a good little girl. She twirls her tongue around it, a merciless preview of how it’ll be when she’s working on my cock.
As she sucks my thumb, her legs fall open, filling the air around us with her musky sweetness. Like fucking sea air on a summer’s night.
Very slowly, from my back pocket I take my switchblade. Her eyes are closed now, sucking away, but they pop open when I release the blade from the hilt.
For one fucking second, she stares at me in disbelief. I palm the knife, spinning it once and again in front of her. Real fear, real fucking terror fills her eyes.
And all I can think of is showering her fucking face in cum.
With the blade away from her flesh, I slip the knife into the gap between her breasts and her chest. I tickle her flesh with the blade. “Do you trust me?”
The scent of her wet arousal gets even stronger between us. “Yes,” she gasps.
In one quick swipe of my hand, I cut her dress off her. Her naked body heaves in front of me, bare and exposed except for her lacy blue panties. Still with the knife in my hand, I suck hard on her left nipple, biting and sucking.
Her body rises up off the table, the sweet curve of her back coming up off the mahogany.
She lets out a long moan of filthy virginal fuck me please need. Her moan ricochets through me, from the base of my dick all the way to the pre-cum leaking from the head.
I gather the lace of her panties together over her hip and slice that apart, too. She hisses in protest and acceptance.
Tossing the knife aside, I get down on my knees between her legs. I yank her toward me, her tight little ass spilling off the carved mahogany edge. Her pussy looks fucking beautiful, shaved and clean. Her folds are gorgeous.
Fuck every Georgia O’Keefe I own. These ripples and petals are the real work of art.
Looking at her, studying her—she makes my soul fucking smolder. And I know nothing but the need to get inside her. The need to make her mine.
I could stay here forever, on my knees between her legs. I could fucking drown in her wet hot sticky need.
The longer I stay there, studying her, worshiping her, the more she writhes and whines.
“Dane, please,” she says, so fucking sweet and vulnerable. Pleading with me. Her little toes curl, and she reaches out her hand to touch me. She gets up on her elbows, looking down her naked body at me. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Daddy,” I snarl. “When I’m eating your pussy, fucking your pussy, so much as thinking about your pussy, you call me Daddy.” Licking my lips, I place my mouth to her pussy for a kiss. And she eases back onto the table, hanging on to her own thighs as I explore her with my tongue. She tastes like fucking heaven itself. Like caramel and salt. Her flavor brings a new ache to my balls. An almost painful throbbing agony.
“Daddy,” she breathes, her hips hitching up to meet my mouth.
I take my sweet fucking time. I twirl my tongue around her clit, I suck it greedily into my mouth, drawing her skin tight. Her inner thighs pink up against my stubble. I fucking love that. Marking her, hurting her. Seeing her react to me like that.
Using my first finger on my left hand, I penetrate her for the first fucking time. So fucking wet and so fucking hot. And tight. When I withdraw that finger, I try to add another and penetrate her again. Her hips hitch up and she writhes, hissing as she looks up at the chandelier.
I close my eyes and start to eat her out, savoring her taste, letting her try to quench my unquenchable thirst for her cunt. But her clit is swollen up like a little berry, and she’s so fucking sensitive that she tries to wriggle away. I form my free hand into a fist and place it hard and steady on her sternum, knuckles down.
A warning.
I lift my eyes and she lifts hers. For one second, I pull my mouth away from her pussy.