Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I claw into his biceps, muscles taut beneath my nails.
Sweat prickles over my skin as my body takes the impossible intrusion of his size. Every thrust scrapes something loose in me—hot and restless, coiling tight between my legs.
“Look at me,” he demands, but I’m already drowning in the weight of his body, the relentless rhythm of him against me.
His hands grip my waist, fingers biting into flesh as he shifts. “Bend forward.”
The command cuts through the haze, remembering the promise when I took this ‘job’.
My palms flatten on the back of the sofa, as I arch. How, I’m not sure, but he plunges deeper.
“There,” he growls, hard thumbs hooking under my ribs. “Take it.”
The angle steals my breath. Pressure blooms where we’re joined, sharp and sweet, like he’s pressing right into my bones. His chest scrapes my spine as he pistons into me—faster now, grunting with each thrust.
“Christ, you feel good. This is the only dick you’ll ever know, baby, and you’re the only kitty I’ll ever pet.” The words are a branding, heat licking along my nerves. I bite my lip to keep from screaming when his thumb drags over the swollen flesh between my thighs.
“Come for me. Do as you’re told,” he barks, and I snap.
My legs cramp as pleasure floods me—white-hot, blinding—as if every nerve ending is on fire. My nails rake down his chest in reflex, leaving half-moons of pain or praise, but I’m suddenly blind and deaf.
His teeth clamp onto my shoulder, a bite that breaks the surface, and I’m alive and tossed in the pain and pleasure of it all—the sting, the sweat, the way he stills inside me, shuddering as he spills.
“Kitten.” The word is a whip crack as his hips stutter. “Christ… you’re milking me, begging for it from the inside. Gonna fill that pretty belly with my seed, teach it to recognize who it belongs to.”
His cock pulses inside me, thick and shuddering, spilling hot jets that scald my walls.
“Take it. Fuck, Daddy’s coming home,” he roars, fingers bruising the skin where shoulder meets neck as if marking territory. His voice frays at the edges, a low growl between grunts, while his balls slap against me, sticky and heavy.
I’m drowning in the heat of him, slick and earthy, my inner muscles fluttering around his throbbing length like it’s rooting itself inside.
“Yours… yours…” I choke out, throat raw from screaming earlier, as he drags his teeth along my collarbone.
“Good girl,” he pants, voice gravel-dry now. His palm slaps my ass, hard enough to sting but gentle compared to the bite on my hip. “Gonna breed that tight little womb. Gonna see you swollen.”
A wet chuckle vibrates against my skin as he slumps forward, forehead pressed to mine.
I sag against him, trembling not just from my climax but the weight of his possession—cum coating us both, my thighs slick with evidence of how deep he’s buried himself. His fingers probe between my folds, spreading his warmth back inside me.
“Still full,” he grins, teeth gleaming. “My mark stays.”
My legs tremble like wet paper, clinging to him for balance.
“All of this…” His fingers trail down my spine, trembling now, as if even his strength can’t outlast the aftershock. “All of this belongs to me. Now and forever, little kitty.”
I sag against the sofa, lungs burning.But he’s already hauling me into his lap, his still-hard length against my ass. His pulse thrums under my palm where it rests on his chest—a storm trying to slow down.
I’m boneless and breathless. The pain’s receded to a dull ache, but I’m too sated to mind.
“You okay?” His voice is rough, reverent almost, as his thumb brushes away sweat from my temple.
I nod, catching the faint outline of half-moons where my nails bit into his chest earlier. “Better than okay,” I tease, though my smile wobbles.
He snorts, tugging me tighter against him. Then, softer, so soft—he says it, the words slipping out like a confession even alpha gods aren’t supposed to make. “I love you, Kitten.”
I press my lips to his shoulder, heart pounding. Now there’s velvet and sweat and this impossible ache between us—a brand hotter than any burn. “I think I loved you the moment you rescued me.”
“Rescued you?”
“From Miss Pinch-nose,” I say, and smirk as I add, “I love you, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
Tabby
Istand at my bedroom window, stretching deliberately to make my top ride up, wondering where Duffield hid his cameras. He installed them yesterday himself, while Nana and I were doing cat box duty.
It was a fun Friday night. After our time at work, mostly spent in his office behind the new blinds he had installed, he took me to his place. There, the sex festivities continued, but that wasn’t all. It was also a bath and a foot massage.
Fresh juice he had delivered to rehydrate me and help my poor little cock-battered body heal from the intrusion of his baseball-bat dick.