Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
All the girls I know from school—including Melina—talk about guys with smooth chests, no hair and the six pack that is rock hard, along with that delicious V, like all the sexiest models have that are on the internet and in magazines.
Marco is not that. There’s hair on his chest. It’s not a jungle of it, just a smattering of it that is heavier between his pecs. It’s dark with some gray mixed in. It gets finer, but still present as my gaze follows down his stomach and around his belly button. There are no finely chiseled abs, his stomach is not toned, but there’s no flab either. It’s muscle, just not defined and I find that I like that even more, too. Marco’s muscles come naturally, working every day on whatever he has to get done, not by working out in a gym for hours to achieve perfection. There’s nothing wrong with the second option, I suppose. It’s just, I definitely prefer the first. Definitely. He does have the clearly defined V. I can see it and the way it disappears in his slacks. I watch as he pulls his shirt off. Taking in the tattoos that move along his arms and the one on his chest. God… he’s beautiful.
“Can I touch you, Daddy?”
I’m young, inexperienced, and definitely—at least up until this moment—naïve. I get that. I never, as in, not in a million years, thought I would like calling a man daddy. I’ve heard about it. I’ve been sheltered, but there is internet and after we learned to circumvent the safety firewalls the school put up, we trolled the net. The thought never appealed to me. Not once. It’s different with Marco. It’s clear he gets off on it and every single time I call him daddy, my body reacts to it, too. It turns out, I not only like it—I love it.
He smiles at me, and the pleasure on his face makes me feel alive. “Not yet. If you touch me, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you raw right here and now, burying my cock in you so deep you taste me.”
My body freezes and then jerks. I lift up on my elbows because I want that. I want that so much the thought of not having it makes me want to cry. “I want you too,” I confess, although I’m pretty sure he could read that in the way I’m looking at him.
“I can’t, baby. When I take you like that I’m planting my cum in your womb. I won’t stop until you’re pregnant and my child is growing inside you.”
I blink. “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I tell him. I’m not. One day, when I’m older, I’m more than okay with it, but definitely not now. I don’t say that out loud. I don’t want to disappoint him. Okay, I agreed to giving him control in the bedroom and I like it. I’m still going to be my own person outside of there and he kind of agreed that’s how this goes. I get the feeling, however, Marco is bossy and controlling everywhere. While I like that, I’m more independent. I’ve had to be. I’m not about to let that ruin this moment. We’ll have time. Marco will do what he needs to do there with his father. I know that’s who he is talking about. The man is evil. Melina doesn’t see it. Marco shields her. I see it, though. I’ve seen it when I was there. It was evident in the way he looked at me, in the way he spoke and definitely in the way he talked to his sons—especially Marco.
“Eyes on me, Princess.”
My cheeks fill with color because I know where that nickname comes from. “Do not let your thoughts go anywhere but on you and me when we’re together. Understand?”
I immediately know I’ve disappointed him, and I don’t want that either. Not here when it is just the two of us. Not when he’s trying to give me pleasure and definitely not when he’s giving me a part of him.
“I’m sorry.” I start to add Daddy on there, but for some reason I don’t. I can’t tell you why, but it doesn’t feel right. I’m pretty sure I’ve made the right decision when he smiles at me.
He doesn’t speak. He takes my right hand and then begins sucking on the fingers, swirling his tongue on them. It feels erotic and it’s beautiful to watch. So, even though I’m confused, I don’t stop him. He brings my hand down and while controlling my fingers, he places it on my breast. He quickly does the same with my other hand and then looks at me.
“Play with your nipples, Ena. I want to watch you teasing them while my face is buried in your pussy.”