Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I take a second to scan our surroundings, ensuring no other budding putt-putters are around. And when I’m certain the coast is clear, I throw myself into Arthur for a quick, hot kiss. My hands instantly find their way to his cock, rubbing it through his jeans. We’ve spent the whole damn night teasing each other that I can’t stop my overeager urges for this to actually happen.
“Isn’t that a mighty fine consolation prize?” Arthur says as I step back, his golden eyes twinkling with delight.
“I think I’m ready,” I say, and my heart starts fluttering with my words. I take Arthur’s hand in mine and squeeze it tightly.
I lied when I said think. I am ready. I want Arthur to take me to unexplored avenues of utter bliss. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow because there just might not be one with me leaving to study. My heart aches at the thought of leaving him, but I bury the feeling. I’d rather enjoy the right now than worry about the future.
“Ready?” He brushes my knuckles with his thumb.
I need him to make me a woman. His woman.
“To feel you inside of me, Da … Daddy.” My cheeks reach new levels of redness calling him Daddy. From trying to be bratty to using it as a tool to get what I want, I know it drives him fucking crazy.
I’ll never be able to say it again without slipping into fantasies of Arthur Hancock.
“Oh, fuck.” Arthur chokes on his spit.
Squeezing my hand into his fist, he pulls me through the crowds of golfers, making their way to their next hole. We’re nearly at full sprint by the time we get to his car, and it doesn’t stop there. He revs his engine, smashes it in drive, and we speed through the streets to his apartment.
He’s a man on a mission, never failed one yet, and tonight won’t be his first.
13
ARTHUR
We can’t keep our hands off one another. Our mouths dance in tantalizing synchronicity. Tongues wrestle for domination, exchanging spit dripping with passion. I’m pulling her tightly against me, feeling the curves of her body against my fingertips. Ass, hips, waist, tits. Nothing can escape their feverish search.
And all this before we’ve even made it out of the elevator.
A ding and a hum part the doors, and we continue kissing and tearing at each other's clothes while we fumble down the hall. Every step closer to my apartment is another closer to losing control. But I can’t. I have to go slow. Be gentle.
For her. My queen. My princess.
My baby girl.
“That was so fucking hot,” Eva says as I pin her against my door. Her hands run up and down the front of my body, eyes darting across every inch she touches.
I’m struggling to get the keys out of my pocket, and her knee applying glorious pressure right against my cock isn’t helping.
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” There’s no playfulness in my tone, even though I intended for it. Fun and games are out the window, and deep focus has taken control.
I get the key out and smash it into the lock. Eva nearly tumbles as the door swings open, but I catch her and hoist her into my arms, her legs straddling my hips.
“You’re not getting away that easily, baby,” I whisper against her neck, breathing in her vanilla scent.
“Thanks, Daddy.” A naughty grin tugs at her lips.
“Ah, fuck,” I roar, kicking the door shut with my heel and pressing my face against her skin. I trail kisses down her neck, against her collarbone and stop when my lips hit her shirt’s fabric.
“Take it off,” I order, side-stepping my kitchen counter.
Eva runs the tip of her tongue along her upper lip and tucks her hands under the hem of her shirt. She goes slow, but the devious twinkle in her eye says it isn’t from nerves. She’s playing with me, pushing my buttons, and testing to see what will send me hurtling over the edge.
But even in my lust-fueled haze, I stay in control. If I didn’t, I would have popped her cherry in the fucking elevator. But her teasing doesn’t help. It’s pushing my will closer to the brink of collapse, and when it does…
Lord have mercy on this woman’s body.
“Anything for you, Daddy.” A sultry moan carries her words. She hoists her top off, and the pair of squishy mountains fall with a satisfying bounce.
We slide through my bedroom door while I bury my face between her tits in a frantic mess of kisses and licks up the curvature. I run my tongue over hot, flustered flesh until the tip strikes a rock-solid nipple.
I suck it between my lips and wrap my tongue over the pointy bud while Eva erupts into husky groans and sultry squeals. I hold her here, enjoying my feast, while her body wriggles and squirms from all the new sensations. I finish by dropping her back down onto the bed. My hands, that moments ago cradled her into my frame, claw at her leggings, and use her fall to pull them off.