Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“You like looking at me, Baby Bird?” His voice rumbles throughout the small bathroom. I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from his throbbing cock. He all but growls, “Good, I like you looking at me, too.”
He stalks toward me and my heart jumps in my chest. I step into the shower and Ben follows me. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would laugh at how comical he looks in my small shower stall; he’s practically taller than the showerhead. He reaches behind me for the bottle of shampoo, then squeezes some into his palm.
“Head down, eyes closed,” he says, and I do as I’m told. He begins to lather shampoo in my hair, massaging my scalp.
“Ohh, that feels good,” I moan, instantly relaxed. I close the short distance between us, pressing my breasts to his chest. My hands find his cock, but he guides them away.
“Let’s get your hair washed first, okay Baby Bird? I don’t want you getting soap in your eyes.”
The genuine sincerity and concern in his voice makes my lower belly burn and my pussy tighten.
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper.
I wait patiently as he shampoos and conditions my hair. By the time I’m all rinsed off, I’m throbbing and quivering, my body begging for attention. He froths the bar of soap in his hands and then smooths the lather all over me. Once he deems me clean enough, he grabs my hips and pulls me close, trapping his heavy cock between our bodies.
He groans and bucks his hips, thrusting against me.
“You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy. Are you ready for your reward?”
“Please,” I beg.
He turns me around and guides my hands to the shower wall.
“Spread your legs a little, Baby Bird.” Pressing a hand to my stomach, he nudges my feet apart and then brings the head of his cock to my entrance. I arch my back in anticipation of his cock filling me.
“Deep breath, baby.”
Ben sheaths himself inside my pussy. I moan as the breath is pushed out of me, and I’m struck by a sense of fullness that’s new to me. He cups my breasts with both hands, gently pinching my nipples. I let out a strangled cry as my clit pulses.
“Baby Bird, you feel so good. Every part of you feels incredible. Your pussy, your tits, your hips.”
“Y-you feel good, too, D-daddy,” I pant as he drags his cock in and out of me, spanking my ass with his hips.
He’s still playing with my nipples when I feel his warm tongue glide up the side of my neck. I turn my head to give him better access to my throat. His breath rasps in my ear, labored and a little desperate. Knowing I’m capable of making him feel good makes my chest flutter and my inner muscles clench.
Ben moans, pressing me firmly against the wall, as he thrusts his cock deep inside me.
“Your little pussy is so hot and tight, Baby Bird.” He pumps faster, kneading my breast and gripping my hip firmly enough to bruise.
I rock back toward him, trying to match his vicious rhythm. “I m-might be t-tight, Daddy. But you’re also r-really b-big.”
His rhythm stutters. I gasp as his hand slides between my thighs and his fingers find my clit. I’m already teetering on the edge, so when he rolls my clit between his soapy fingers, I immediately come undone. And the waves of pleasure don’t stop as Ben continues to move inside me. My orgasm stretches on and on, until I can no longer hold myself up. But Ben’s strong arms hold me upright long enough for him to come with a low roar.
As he spills inside me, he tilts my head back to rest on his shoulder. He keeps us pressed together, his front against my back, skin against skin, for a few minutes. I twitch as his fingertip ghosts over my clit, before he finally pulls away.
His deep groan rumbles against my back.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Skyler.”
And though I’ve only known this man a week, I already feel the same.
Half an hour later, I’m puttering around my kitchen in search of ingredients for something quick and tasty while Ben watches on with an amused smile.
“So,” he says, “what does the dietitian recommend for a late-night snack?”
I blush as he tucks his hand into the waistband of my shorts. The man’s been inside me twice now, but for some reason, my cheeks still catch fire in response to his touch.
“I was thinking something light, like toast, but I’m not sure what to put on it. Would you prefer sweet or savory?”
Ben shrugs. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
“Ah, yes. I’d almost forgotten about your indifference to all things delicious.”
“Not all things delicious.” He buries his face in my neck. I shiver at the touch of his lips and the heat of his breath.