Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
His roar of approval reverberates through the room, a primal, feral sound that tightens every muscle in my body. His grip on me tightens as he yanks me closer, and then his lips crash down on mine, obliterating any lingering doubt.
I'm swept away by the savage intensity of his kiss. He takes command of me, devouring me with unrestrained ferocity. His tangy taste invades my senses, sending my mind reeling.
His tongue plunges deep into my mouth, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure rippling down to my toes. I didn't even know it was possible to kiss like this—to be consumed like this.
He nips at my lower lip before soothing it with a lick, his groan vibrating through me.
"Mine," he growls against my lips, his fingers finding the hem of my nightie. Fabric tears, and my world narrows to the heat of his skin against mine.
"Carver," I gasp, my mind a swirl of confusion and want. "D-Daddy."
"Christ. Say it again," he commands, his hands branding every inch of me as they glide over me, claiming every roll and curve as his—his territory, his sanctuary, his little girl.
"Daddy," I repeat breathlessly, the forbidden name tasting like sin and salvation on my tongue.
His hand snakes down my side, hot and heavy against the swell of my breasts. His thumb brushes over me, and I gasp at the bolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
"Look at you," he croons, the rumble of his voice sending shivers racing down my spine. "So pretty and sensitive for Daddy."
I whimper as he toys with me, pinching and rolling my nipples until I'm arching into him, silently begging for more. His lips drift toward my ear, his tongue tracing a hot path along the shell.
"You're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he murmurs, his words like a dirty promise whispered into the dark. "You like when Daddy plays with your nipples?"
"Yes," I gasp, shivering under his touch. "Oh, yes."
He chuckles softly at my response. "Tell me how it feels when I suck on them, pretty baby."
My cheeks heat up at his demand. "Y-you can't do that," I manage to gasp.
"No?" He cocks a brow, a smirk playing at his lips. "And who's going to stop me, little angel? Judging by the way you're squirming, you aren't. You like what Daddy is doing to you even though you shouldn't."
"I…I…" He pinches my nipples again, twisting, and I nearly come unglued. But there's something about this game, something about pretending we shouldn't be doing this, that he's my daddy and this is bad, that I like a little too well. The dark look in his eyes says he likes it, too. "It's w-wrong. I'm your little girl."
He growls, his smirk widening into a wicked smile. "And that's exactly why it's so fucking right, pretty angel. Because you belong to Daddy. You're mine to play with however I want."
He dips his head, latching onto one nipple while teasing the other with the pads of his fingers.
His gaze never leaves mine, the intensity of it holding me captive. He sucks, his teeth scraping lightly, drawing a strangled moan from my lips.
"Daddy…" I sob, clutching at his head, my fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.
He switches to the other breast without warning, repeating the same sweet torture until I whine and squirm beneath him, unable to stay still beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
"Fuck," he groans, pulling back to look at me. The predatory gleam in his eyes is full of satisfaction as he presses his body to mine again. "You're so fucking sweet."
"Carver," I whimper, feeling him against me, hard and demanding. I claw his shoulders, silently pleading for…something. Anything.
He knows what I need. His hand slips down my belly and then over my mound.
"I want you to scream for me," he grunts, shoving his hand between my legs to cup my center in his palm.
I cry out, startled at the way he grips me as if he owns my body, as if it's his to do with whatever he will.
"Feel that?" He growls low in his throat as he grinds his palm against my center, pressing my panties firmly against my clit. Sparks of pleasure shoot through my core. "That's how wet you are for your daddy."
"I…I'm sorry," I sob, not honestly sure if I should be this wet or not. It seems excessive. Is that normal? I don't know.
"Sorry?" His dark chuckle has my entire body breaking out in a sweat. "Oh, little angel. I have so much to teach you," he breathes, brushing his lips against mine. "All that sticky juice means I'm making that bratty cunt feel good."
"S-so good!" I agree on a whimper.
A wicked gleam lights up his gray eyes, and a laugh rumbles deep in his chest. He grinds his palm against me again, pressing just right against my clit. I gasp, my hips grinding down onto him involuntarily as I clutch onto his biceps for dear life.