The Painter’s Daughter Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
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I came undone.

“Oh my god,” I stammered. “Oh god…”

That was it, exactly what I needed. My muscles gripped him tighter. So tight I was sure I’d force him out. But he kept on thrusting, his own string of expletives tangling with mine as he bucked his hips. Fucking me harder. Faster. It hurt a little, at first, but then it began to feel wonderful.

I wasn’t used to having something that big inside me while I got off. It was kind of disorienting. He switched from circling my clit to strumming. I cried out as he pounded into me, drifting somewhere between agony and ecstasy and loving every second.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said. “Are you close? Please tell me you’re close.”

The awareness that my father was about to come inside me was enough to coax a second orgasm from my already spent body. Rather than respond, I simply let the sensation take me: deep, throbbing bass notes I wasn’t used to, coupled with the sense of total fullness.

I opened my mouth but no sound followed as my pussy clenched him like a fist.

Tight. Tighter…

My orgasm seemed to go on forever.

“Jesus…fuck.” He drove into me, his abdominal muscles flexing with every thrust.

His cock pulsated. He was coming inside me. Not on my breast or my stomach or in my mouth. In my pussy. Where no other person had ever come before. This was it. This was everything.

We gazed at one another through love-drunk eyes, both of us sweat-sheened and out of breath. My limbs felt sluggish as I reached out to touch his hands, still clamped to my outer thighs. The gravity of what we’d just given each other drifted over us like mist. It condensed into water that threatened to swallow us up. But instead of drowning, we swam.

The tension drained from his face as he dropped his weight into his elbows. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. His heart pounded against my chest like firm knocks on a door, but I couldn’t have opened myself further if I tried, and besides, he was already inside me.

My heels dug trenches into the backs of his thighs as I clung to him, wanting to keep him there, to make him a permanent part of myself. He cradled my face as his cock softened, then shifted onto his side. I mirrored his pose.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

There were too many emotions and not enough words to describe them, so I settled for, “Different.”

“Good different or not-so-good different?”

“Very good different.” I hardly recognized my own voice, ragged and breathy and impossibly young-sounding.

His breath washed over my chest, making my nipples harden. “I’m glad. I was afraid you might feel worse.”

“Why?” I traced his collarbone with my fingertip and fought to keep my eyes open. I needed to stamp this moment in my memory like a block printing, so I would never forget the slip-slide of my inner thighs, or the berry-red shade of his lips.

He closed his eyes. I tugged on his earlobe.

“Daddy?”

“I was afraid you might regret it.”

The apprehension in his gaze nearly broke my heart. After everything, he was still afraid I was going to change my mind. Then again, he’d lost me once before, and nearly lost me again tonight. I nestled closer, latching onto him as if doing so was the only thing keeping us together.

“Never,” I said. “It was everything I could’ve hoped for and so much more.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He kissed me with a passion that belied the sleep in his voice. “I love you so much, Paige. I’d be fucking devastated if you left me.”

“Good, because I love you, too, which means you’re stuck with me.” A point of contention from earlier that night waved like a flag on the horizon of my mind. “Does this mean I don’t have to live on campus?”

“I do think it would be good for you to have a place of your own.”

“But it’s not a place of my own. I’ll have a roommate.”

“I know, but part of my job as your parent is to help prepare you for the real world. Living away from home is a good start.”

“Fuck the real world.” I hugged him tighter. “I want to live in your world, where the food’s good and I don’t have to wear sandals in the shower, and your cock is always within reach.”

He pinched my backside, making me squirm. “Get me hard again and I’ll put you under house arrest.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I ground against him. He slid a warm hand down my back.

“In all seriousness, Paige, you can always come home on the weekends.”

“It’s not good enough. I want to sleep in bed with you. Five nights a week, minimum.”

“Three nights.” He gasped as I took his growing erection into my hand and stroked it to its full hardness.


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