Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Her movements slow, but pick up again almost immediately. “I can’t stop. I can’t…” She turns her head and looks directly at the men, eyes glazed over. “My daddy feels too good. I can’t stop.”
One of them drops his gun on the table. “Fuck.”
“Jesus Christ,” says another, licking his lips. “Look at her move.”
Violence swims in my vision. “Mine.”
My bellow sends them scattering, exiting the dining room to join everyone else at the bar. All eyes are on us, and I’m fixing to get Delilah into the bathroom or somewhere else private where she can finish riding me to get off. Where I can give her my dripping dick and pump her full of my seed.
I begin to stand, but that’s when the shaking starts. Her eyes are trained on mine, her pupils dilated, sweet lips popped open. Those incredible thighs of hers are spread way open on account of my wide body, her tiny hips pumping, tits jiggling up and down against the neckline of her dress. Over her shoulder, I can see our rapt audience, but I cease to give a shit in the face of her sweetness. Knowing I’m the one who made her tremble like she’s in the middle of her own personal earthquake.
Now they all know it.
Goddamn right, I make this girl come. She’s mine. All fucking mine. And somehow, she’s just as greedy for me as I am for her. I must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth, because I think that’s what she wanted to show me, by taking my mouth and rubbing all over my cock with everyone watching. That she doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks. I’m hers as much as she’s mine.
Delilah throws back her head, liquid heat molding her cunt to my throbbing bulge, and a prideful roar heaves from my lungs, sending a few patrons running out the exit. I bang a fist on the back of the bench, keeping my eyes open for opposition while Delilah and I come together for a searing kiss. The kind that makes me spurt against the inside of my jeans and means I need to get her alone. Now.
She’s still working in circles on my lap as I stand, striding across the back of the restaurant. It’s daytime, so the dance floor, which is probably packed at night, is empty. The room twists into an L-shape, and my strides eat up floor. It’s pitch black this far from the windows, and we’re out of the bar’s view, but nothing can calm the need in my blood to claim Delilah. They’ll definitely hear me fucking her, but I’m so worked up at this point, they’d hear me if I took her all the way across the street on the motel bed.
I set Delilah down on edge of a table, shoving up her dress and snatching her panties off in an impatient fist. “Thank you.” Words I rarely have reason to say rumble low in my chest, and I’m unable to look her in the eye. “For…touching me. Showing them you’re not afraid of me. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you were scared of me, doll. I’ll never, ever hurt you.”
“I-I think I know that now,” she breathes, eyes wide.
Those comforting hands settling on my shoulders, trail down my chest and stomach to unfasten my jeans. Soon as she’s got my zipper lowered, I guide my cock to her tiny, wet hole and cram myself inside. I’m already regretful over the way I shove into her so roughly, forcing my flesh inside her with a rude fist, my harsh grunts punctuating the air between us. Because she’s a miracle—my miracle—though, she only spreads her thighs wider. “Tell me again it’s all for Daddy.”
“It is. All of me.” She unbuttons the top of her dress with a shy expression, letting me see her bare tits. “Everywhere we go, I’ll sit on your lap and kiss your mouth until everyone knows only Daddy gets to touch.”
My control snaps. I’m lost in her promise, her acceptance, her touch. Fuck. The tight clench of her pussy as I finally get seated, as much as I can. My balls are being strangled, my stomach tightening as I begin to fuck my beautiful doll, the legs of the table scraping back and forth on the ground.
“Anyone thinks they can lay a finger on Daddy’s tight little fuck, I’ll kill them,” I grit out, my ears filled with the perfect sound of wet, joining flesh, courtesy of my balls swinging up to spank her gorgeous ass every time I pound into her. “I’m going to slap a collar on this neck of yours, Delilah. Going to let everyone know the key’s in my pocket where no one can touch it.” I close my grip around the smooth, slender column, pressing my thumb right to her erratic pulse. “I’m going to wear a collar, too, so everyone knows I have the privilege of being led around by the dick by such a sweet fuck-doll.”