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)
“You feel good, Princess,” I groan as I run my tongue against her stomach, flicking her sweet little belly button.
Her body jerks beneath me as my fingers search out the tie on her lounge pants. That’s just one more thing I love about my woman. She wears designer clothes easily, but at home, she doesn’t care to let it go and be comfortable. Either way she’s fucking spectacular, but I love that having her just like this, means I’m probably the only fucker that gets her like this—and I like that even more.
I keep kissing her stomach, nipping on her tender skin. With each nibble her body jerks, her hips thrusting up, trying to find more.
“Oh God…” she whispers as her pants loosen, and I begin pulling them down. I get them down her body with relative ease. I don’t know if she means to, or if she is just too far gone in her passion, but she helps me—lifting with just the smallest bit of direction.
Once she’s free of those, I look down at her. She’s like a goddess that they used to write ancient poems and stories about. Breathtaking, holding the mysteries of the universe, and when she opens her eyes there are mysteries in their depths that echo through every single part of me.
“Is my Princess going to let me fuck her?” I growl, my need for this woman bleeding through my voice to the point I can barely recognize the sound.
Her eyes open and even with the evidence of her desire, I see the trepidation there. She’s still scared. Shit. I should stop. A better man would back away. If there’s one thing my old man and I ever agreed on, however, it’s that I’m not a good man. Fuck it. I’ll keep feeding that fire in her and push her to the point she’ll beg for more. It’s not exactly playing fair, but I don’t do fair and have no reason to start now.
“Marco,” she whimpers, indecision raging in her eyes as she bites down on her lip.
“I’m not going to give you my cock unless you ask for it Helena, but if you think you’re not going to give me a taste of your sweet cunt, you’re insane.”
I watch her body shiver with my words. Her eyes stay open tracking my every movement. I work her panties down her body, pulling them free. I hold up the small scrap of pale orchid silk and smile down at her as I bring it up to my face. I press my nose into it, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Jesus, she’s like candy and I can’t wait to eat her up.
“Honey,” she moans.
“A new pair to add to my collection,” I tell her. Her face warms as she realizes what I mean. I stuff them into my pocket, while she watches. “Spread your legs for me, Ena. There’s no going back. You’re going to give it to me like I like it, aren’t you, baby?”
Her perfect white teeth come down on her lip her back arches as she stretches her body hungry. Does she even realize that she’s about a minute away from coming? She has no idea that I’m going to play her body and claim not only this orgasm but the one following rapidly behind it. She’s not making it through the night without realizing that she belongs to me completely.
“Mm…” she hums, her body moving restlessly.
“Give me words, baby. Give me what I need, and I promise I’ll make sure you have everything your hot fucking body is craving.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Two simple words, but they strip me bare and give me the world all at the same time. They prove she hasn’t forgotten. They prove that she wants me—all of me. It also shows that she has no problem with me being in total control.
“Yes Daddy, what? I need all of it, Princess.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, exactly how you want it.”
Fuck. She’ll never know what that means to me. She won’t know—she can’t. To tell her would be trying to explain the hell I went through not having control in my life. I don’t want that ugliness touching her. I’ll give her some of it, but I don’t think it’s possible to truly make her understand—I just know it’s there inside of me.
I position myself between her legs she bends them, pulling them up so that she completely opens herself to me. I look down at the sand beneath her. It’d been a good idea if I had taken Helena back to the blanket. I’m not going to stop this to do it now, though.
“Such a good girl, giving her Daddy exactly what he needs. You deserve a present.” Looking at my options I stand up. She lets out a whimper of frustration. “Don’t worry, Princess. Daddy’s going to give you what you need,” I assure her. I pull her up with me and when her legs threaten to buckle, I take her weight and quickly maneuver us to the side of the rocky cliff. It’s smooth here and will work much better for what I have in mind. “Hold onto the wall, baby. Daddy is going to make everything better.”