Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Isla licked her lips. Part of her wanted to take his length into her mouth and make him writhe the way he had her, but she’d save that for another time. Right now, she was too desperate to have his impressive erection inside her pussy.
“Are you sure, Little Fish? I don’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with me the first time I bring you to my apartment.” He dropped down so his hands were at either side of her head, no part of him touching her.
She reached for his hips and tugged. “I’ve never wanted anything more. You’re killing me.”
He smiled. “So, you’re saying you’d like me to take things slow?”
She shook her head and groaned. “No, I’m saying thrust into me before I lose my mind.”
Her Daddy dropped down over her, clasped her face with his hands, and did exactly what she’d requested, thrusting into her to the hilt without another moment of hesitation.
Isla cried out as she lost focus on him. He was huge, but it felt so good. She’d never been with a man as well-endowed as Caesar. He was the entire package—strong, funny, sexy, intelligent, and the best Daddy she could ever imagine.
“I love that sound, Little Fish,” he growled, setting his lips on her ear. He bit down playfully on her earlobe next. “Do it again.”
When he eased partway out and thrust back in even deeper, she gave him what he demanded. The sound of her own voice filling the room startled her. She’d never been the sort of person to make noises during sex, but then again, she’d never had sex this amazing before, either. Maybe she would have always been vocal if she’d been with the right man.
Caesar kept repeating the same motion—easing almost out and thrusting in deep again. Every time he did so, she fell a bit harder for him.
“Reach between us and play with your clit, Isla,” he encouraged.
She gasped.
“Do it, Little Fish. Make yourself come around my cock.”
“I…”
He paused, his erection entirely inside her as he met her gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve never made yourself come before, Isla.”
She shook her head and licked her lips. “I have, but not with someone watching.”
“From now on, I want to be watching when you touch yourself.”
She gasped again. Was he serious? How would he ever know? And how long did he expect this fling to last? She had only planned on staying at Danger Bluff for a few weeks. She’d figured she could extend her stay a bit if she hadn’t yet found the treasure, but not indefinitely.
“Look at Daddy,” Caesar commanded.
She met his gaze.
“You were deep in your head. Come back to me.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” She wiggled her hips, arching to get more purchase.
He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, not moving. “What were you thinking about that took you out of the moment, Little Fish? Does it bother you that I don’t want you to masturbate without me watching? Am I being too demanding?” His brow furrowed.
She quickly shook her head. “No, Daddy. It’s so sexy that it made me worry about how much I will miss you when I have to go back to my real life.”
He drew in a slow breath. “Maybe this could be your real life now, Little Fish,” he suggested softly.
Her breath hitched. “I… I don’t know. We’ve only known each other a few days.”
“I knew you were my Little girl in an instant as soon as I saw you rushing to join my tour group. You took my breath away and always will until the end of time. But we’ll discuss this more another time. Right now, I want to feel my girl come hard around my cock. Can you do that for me, Isla?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never come twice in a row.” Feeling bolder, she slid one hand down her body and between their torsos to find her clit. She shuddered the moment she stroked the greedy nub. “Maybe…” she murmured as her eyes rolled back.
“Good girl.” He slid almost out of her and eased back in at a slower pace.
When she looked at him, she found his brow furrowed from strain. She suspected he was on the edge of an orgasm and was waiting for her.
“That’s it, Little Fish. Make yourself feel good. Later, you can do it again while I watch.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s right, Isla. I’m going to watch next time, so I’ll learn how you like to be touched.” He brought his lips to hers and kissed her slowly as he continued to glide in and out of her languidly.
She didn’t think he needed any lessons. He’d made her come just fine minutes ago.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she found just the right pressure, location, and pace to get herself off. Usually, she needed a vibrator, but not today. She doubted she would ever need a vibrator again as long as she was with Caesar.