Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I press my lips to his bottom lip. “Please, Daddy.”
He groans, digging his fingers into my hips. “You’re fucking dangerous, baby girl.”
I feign innocence. “Me? No.”
“Yes, you,” he insists.
I lean in, nipping at his bottom lip. His eyes darken as I sink my teeth into the cushion of his flesh. “Are you scared?”
His eyes flash with such heat, my body burns for him. “Fucking terrified.”
Before I can even come up with a retort, he presses me into the wall, the coolness on my back making me hiss. He takes me by the back of the knees, pushing them into the wall as he pulls out and slams back in. He fills me so deeply, I can’t do anything other than find purchase by digging my nails into his biceps. Riggs is fucking magnificent. Strong, wide shoulders, defined and toned. Hair down the middle of his chest that travels all the way past his navel to his engorged cock. His waist is trim, his abs thick and corded, and he has that V that happens to make me forget I’m a feminist. Instead, it makes me want to drop to my knees and say “Yes, Daddy” at every turn. Before I can drool all over him for his beauty, he fucks me ruthlessly, each thrust harder and deeper than before. He fills me so fucking fully, I know no other man could ever measure up to him. He’s so thick, so long, I swear I feel it in my throat as he fucks my pussy. He leans in, taking my nipple in his mouth, and I cry out when he bites down lightly. He continues to fuck me as he feasts on my nipple, lapping and biting from one to the other, driving me to madness. I’ve never come from nipple stimulation, but if he keeps it up, I just might.
“Such perfect tits,” he grunts against my flesh. “Just enough to fit in my mouth.”
I groan, tilting my hips up so he can go deeper. He licks his way up to my neck, sucking and biting before capturing my lips in an all-consuming kiss. I hold on to him, to the point that I’m sure I’m drawing blood as he pounds me into the wall with each thrust. It’s deliciously perfect, and I can’t help but scream his name for the nonexistent neighbors to hear.
Against my lips, he mutters, “You scream so fucking good for me, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Riggs,” I cry out, squeezing his cock as my release comes out of nowhere. He’s so deep, hitting me in that spot that girls only dream of. I come hard, my body trembling under his manic thrusts. His dark-chocolate eyes meet mine as I squeeze him tightly, and when he grins a predatory grin that should be terrifying, my heart explodes.
I’m ruined.
This man is the only man I’ll ever want.
He thrusts once, then again, before he stills, my name a stifled curse on his lips. I feel him coating my insides with his hot come, and I swear I almost come again. My body is shaking, my toes curled so tightly they’re cramping, and my heart is damn well about to come out of my chest. But then Riggs’s eyes meet mine. Such heat, so much sin swirls in the depths before he lets one of my legs drop. I sway, but he holds my hips in place, his cock still deep inside me, throbbing and filling me deeply. He slowly pulls out of me, and I’m disappointed he didn’t kiss me first, but then he lowers himself to his knees. My eyes widen when he spreads my lower lips and drops his mouth to my swollen clit. My mind takes a moment to catch up as my body sings for him. He shoves his tongue inside me, and I bow off the wall, jerking my hips and screaming so loudly, even my eardrums rattle.
The dogs don’t like that at all, but I’m realizing when we’re going at each other, nothing else matters.
Breathless, I cry out, “What the fuck, Riggs! Please, I can’t.”
He chuckles against my pussy. “But you will, baby girl.”
Jesus Christ on a cracker.
I detonate. I come so hard, I see nothing but white spots. He continues to suck on me through my orgasm, making my legs shake. He then swirls his tongue around the opening of my pussy, lapping at my…well, hell…our come. I groan in pleasure at the thought of him tasting us. No one has ever done that to me, and it’s really hot to see a big, burly man between my legs, lapping up our orgasms. When he stands, I can only stare at him when he cages my head with his hands. He locks his eyes with mine, his lips and beard glistening with our releases, leaving me to moan as I arch up into him. His eyes dance before he leans in and grabs hold of my jaw. With his other hand, he taps my lips with an expectant look on his face, his eyes molten for me. I raise my brow, confused, and once more, he taps on my lips.