Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Urgh, why was she such an idiot sometimes?
She drew back. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, Little girl.”
“It’s not that I think you’re going to pin me down or that I don’t trust you. I was just caught by surprise. If you want . . . if you want to put your hand back there while I’m sucking on you, I’d like that.”
He eyed her. “I don’t want to do anything to upset you.”
“You aren’t. I promise.”
“All right. Only, there is something you need to do for me.”
“Of course. What is it?”
“You’re going to have to suck on my other nipple. It’s feeling a bit neglected.”
She grinned. “We can’t have that, can we? I don’t want one thinking I favor the other one.”
“That’s right. That would be very mean. Fuck. That feels so good.” He moved his hand lightly to the back of her head as she sucked on the other nipple, and she moaned in pleasure.
She wanted to feel his hands on her body. She wished she had the courage to take off her top. To press her bare skin against his.
But she didn’t.
However, as he grasped hold of her ass, squeezing it, she let out another moan.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes. Please. More.”
“Such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to let me hear your pleasure, aren’t you? Don’t try to hide your reaction.”
“I won’t.” She shook her head. “I won’t.”
“That’s my girl.” He ran his hand lightly up her side. “Would you like to take your sweater off?”
Yes.
No.
Shit. Breathe through it. You have got this.
“Yes.”
“Sure?”
Damn it. Would he just do it rather than asking her?
“Yes.”
He lifted it up over her body. She had a T-shirt on underneath. An adorable one with a bunny on the front of it that he’d bought for her. He was always buying her things. Something seemed to come in the mail for her every day.
“You spoil me.”
He grinned. “Are you objecting?”
“I should. But everything’s just so darn cute.”
“Just like my girl. Kiss me.” The order sent a shiver racing through her. She leaned in to kiss him. Hard. Deep.
A groan escaped him this time as he cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly before running his thumb over the nipple.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
“Good girl. Just let Daddy make you feel good. I bet your pussy is all wet, isn’t it? Are you wet for me, baby?” he crooned.
“Yes. Yes,” she said. What would it feel like to have his mouth around her nipple? To have him suckle on it?
She sucked in a breath. Could she do that? Pull off her bra and T-shirt and let him play with her breasts?
“I’m going to undo your bra,” he murmured to her. “If you get overwhelmed or scared, remember to say your safeword.”
Right . . . her safeword.
Reaching around behind her, he slid his hands under her T-shirt to undo her bra. She stiffened, but not in fear. Nope, his hands were so warm and felt slightly rough against her smooth skin.
More. She wanted more.
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well and I’m so very proud of you.” He tugged her bra up over her breasts, leaving her T-shirt on. Then he was cupping her bare breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples. She dropped her head back with a small groan.
“That’s it, baby. Do you like that? Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He started to slowly raise her T-shirt, baring her breasts.
This is Hack.
His mouth dropped to her nipple and he sucked on it lightly. His beard scratched against the sensitive skin of her breast and she could feel her clit throbbing in response. Then he tongued her nipple.
Fuck!
Her moan filled the room. She swore she was close to coming just from the nipple play alone.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you. Such pretty breasts. I can’t believe what a lucky man I am.”
If anyone was lucky, it was her. He sat back and cupped her breasts, then he ran a finger down her tummy. She tensed. What was he doing? Was he going to undo her pants?
But he didn’t go any further. Instead, he moved his hand away, then pulled her T-shirt down before pulling her into his embrace.
Was she upset or relieved?
Fuck. She didn’t know anymore.
His arms were bands around her. She liked the pressure. It kept her grounded, kept her from spiralling into the past. As he held her, her breathing eased and disappointment filled her.
“You’re brave and beautiful. So fucking sexy.”
“So are you,” she said breathlessly.
He chuckled. “How about we go get Wally, then snuggle down in your nest and watch some TV? You think Wally likes popcorn?”
“Hmm, I think he does. Although, he’s more of a donut kind of worm.”
“Ahh, good to know.” He stood with her in his arms. Her bra was still hanging loose and uncomfortable. But since when were those things ever comfortable? Done up or undone?