Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I shoved my insecurities aside and placed my hands on his chest, feeling him tense at my touch. Lifting my body, I began to slowly move up and down, taking my time with the speed in which I did it. I wanted to savor the power I felt, being able to please myself with his body.
His hands slid up my thighs and reached around to grab my butt. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Let me see your gorgeous face as you get off on my cock.”
I wouldn’t last long if he started talking like that.
His hand came down on my right butt cheek hard, and the loud smack startled and excited me at the same time. My mouth fell open in a gasp, and he grinned up at me wickedly.
“That’s for making me want you so damn bad,” he said.
His left hand landed on my other butt cheek, and my clit throbbed. “That’s for being a naughty angel who makes me crazy.”
My nails dug into his abs, and I moaned, my pace quickening.
“You like being spanked?” he asked, his breathing giving away just how close he was to his climax.
“Yes,” I replied, riding him harder now. “By you,” I added.
His hands grabbed my waist then, and he began controlling me. Moving me up and down on his cock, fast and hard. His breathing loud and ragged.
“Fuck, Oakley. I can’t get inside you deep enough. I want to stay buried in this tight little cunt.”
That was it for me. My orgasm crested, and I cried out his name as the bliss curled through me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he shouted, then rocked his hips up into me and stilled as his body shook.
The warmth of his release filled me, and my pussy squeezed around him, wanting to take it all.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, then reached up and pulled me down onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
We lay there like that while our breathing slowed.
Had I ever wanted anything this much in my life?
I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent.
I would beg him to love me if I thought it would help. But I knew you couldn’t force someone to love you. I’d tried that many times in my youth. First with my dad, then my stepmom, and finally him.
No one had ever wanted to keep me.
Thirty-Five
Wilder
Three days in this house, and no word from Blaise about what was happening next. I wasn’t complaining exactly. It was hard for a man to be upset about having Oakley locked up in a house with him. Especially with her coming to my bed every night. Stripping her naked and burying my dick inside her over and over.
I’d given up on trying to draw a damn line. That had been a joke. I couldn’t look at her and not think about taking her into a room and spreading those legs that led to heaven.
All my good intentions had been shot to hell. I wasn’t going to end the sex. Truth was, when Blaise did say it was safe for her to return home, I wasn’t going to tell her. Not until I didn’t crave her like an insane man.
I stayed out of the dining room, where Oakley was helping Sarah with her schoolwork. I’d handled her absence with the principal, and the teacher had sent home all the assignments that Sarah had missed. The Hughes name held power everywhere. I used it when necessary.
Every time I heard their laughter filtering down the hallway, my fucking chest got warm and tingly. Shit it had to stop doing. My dick could love Oakley. My heart, however, needed to back the fuck down. That wasn’t a ride I could afford.
“Hey, Dad,” Sarah said, walking into the living room.
“You done with your work for the day?” I asked her as she came over to sit beside me on the sofa.
“Yep! Oaky helped me understand my math. She taught me a song to help me memorize my steps,” she explained.
“Excellent. You want to watch something?” I handed her the remote. “Or do you and Oakley have some painting project or baking planned next?”
She sighed and leaned back, pulling her feet under her. “Oaky is taking a shower and washing her hair. It’ll be a while.”
I waved the remote at her.
She grinned and took it from me.
“Dad, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I replied.
It had been a while since we’d had a good talk. We used to do it a lot. I missed our conversations.
“Did you love Oaky once?”
I froze. That wasn’t what I had expected.
“I know y’all dated. Oaky doesn’t talk about it, but … Mom did. She said things to Oaky, and so did Grandmother. They would say stuff that made Oaky sad, and sometimes … it made me mad at you. They said you used her. That she wasn’t good enough for you. They were mean to her.”