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)
And I'm tempted. Fuck yeah, I am.
Her body alone is a wet dream, but it's her innocence that grips me by the balls and refuses to let go. It's painted across her delicate face, burning deep in those gorgeous, wide green eyes. The vivid mix of vulnerability and defiance dancing there has me wanting to claim both as my own. To spread her out and taste both.
Her scent fills my lungs again—sugar and sunshine mixed with a hint of vanilla. It's the most erotic damn thing I've ever smelled. She's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
She looks up at me, sweet as sin, her full lips parted slightly as if she's about to say something, but no words come out. She just stands there trembling as she stares up at me. She doesn't seem afraid, though. Just…frozen in place.
Those gorgeous eyes run over my face, turning a shade darker. Her nipples harden to stiff little peaks. She squirms from foot to foot suddenly, chafing her thighs together as her eyes slowly drift down my chest.
Ah, fuck. The pretty baby is turned on, isn't she?
I groan, and her eyes fly back to my face, tangling with mine.
Her lips part again, a soft sigh escaping. It's the sweetest little sound, like a goddamn coo of surrender.
The ground shifts beneath my feet as soon as I hear it. Maybe the entire fucking world shifts. I don't know. All I know is that as I stare at her, something inside roars "mine," and my entire universe reorders itself.
I've been a selfish man, putting my career and my comfort above everything else. For most of my life, nothing much mattered to me. But for the first time, I wonder what it would be like to put her above all things. To be responsible for her in every way—her pleasure, her happiness, her comfort. For teaching her what that ache between her thighs means and what she needs so fucking badly to make it stop.
This perfect little angel is the little girl I've been searching for—the one I didn't think existed.
She does. She's standing right here in front of me, turning my world upside down without even saying a word.
The need to hear her speak is suddenly overwhelming.
"Who the fuck are you?" I growl…which isn't precisely what I meant to say, but the sound of my voice seems to jolt her back into reality.
A tiny, adorable squeal escapes her lips as her fingers close around the edge of a pillow. Faster than I can blink, she launches it at my head, her aim damn near perfect.
I snatch it out of midair.
"G-Get out!" she cries in the sweetest voice.
I can't wait to hear it breaking while she's begging me to let her come.
"You're the one standing in my cabin dressed like you're itching to be bent over and fucked sideways, little girl." I toss the pillow aside and lean back against the wall, trying to make sure she knows I'm not a threat. I don't want to scare her any more than I already have…and let's be honest, I'm a helluva lot bigger than she is. I've spent my life in the military, and I've got the body to prove it.
"Y-Your cabin?" She gapes at me like I've grown a second head. But even then, she can't hide the blush climbing up her cheeks or the way she's still squirming from foot to foot. She can't hide those hard little nipples, either. "This is my cabin!"
Christ, she's cute—all pink-cheeked indignation and harmless defiance. Like a fucking kitten.
"Uh, hell no, pretty baby," I rasp, my eyes locked on her pussy through the tiny scrap of lace she calls panties. I can see the puffy lips of her pussy. Jesus Christ. I want to suck on those sweet things until she's squirming all over the fucking bed. "This is my cabin. Bought and paid for with my own money."
"Lies," she huffs, slamming her hands down on her hips, which only serves to make her nipples more visible. I want to suck on those too. Matter of fact, I don't see a single spot on her that I'm not dying to put my mouth all over. "It's mine. Leave before I call the p-police."
I glance up at her face, one brow arched. Will she be as adorably defiant when she's bouncing on Daddy's dick, begging to come? "The police, huh?"
"Yes," she says, false bravado in her voice.
"It'll take an hour before anyone gets to you, little angel. And even if they do manage to make it out here tonight, you'll be the one going to jail for trespassing since I own the fucking place." I eye her up and down. "Quite frankly, you don't look like the jail type. You're too fucking soft."
"Jail?" Her eyes widen almost comically.
"Yeah, jail. The place with bars on the windows and orange jumpsuits. Surely you've heard of it."