Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"Spread your legs, Davina. Let Daddy see," he orders.
Biting my lip, I tease him as I slowly, shyly spread my legs apart, trying not to vibrate apart at the look in his eyes. No one has ever looked at me like he is right now—like I'm the entire reason they exist.
As soon as they're spread as wide as they'll go, exposing every inch of myself to him, he growls so loud I feel it in my core and dives between my thighs like an untamed beast set loose on its prey. His tongue spears between my folds, making me sob.
"Oh, little girl," he growls against my sex, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. He runs his tongue around my clit, making me sob. "You're Daddy's favorite flavor."
"W-what flavor?"
"Sugar-coated pussy." He sucks my clit into his mouth, snarling like a wild animal.
The vibration of sound sends me shooting to the edge. I sob, pulling at his hair.
He eats me like he can't stop himself, snarling and growling, wild and uninhibited. Between long licks, he whispers filthy words, driving me wild with desire.
"Such a sweet little cunt." Lick. "Daddy is going to make you fucking scream for more." Lick. "Jesus, little girl. They're going to have to pry Daddy off this perfect little pussy." Lick. Lick. "I'm going to eat it until you're begging me to stop."
His words, mixed with his relentless tongue, send me spiraling toward an intense release. I cling onto him as the pleasure consumes me.
My vision blurs as the coil of pleasure inside me snaps, my body trembling as I shatter, coming all over his face.
"Daddy!" I scream, tears streaming down my cheeks, my fingers buried in his hair as he continues to lap up every drop of my arousal.
Stars burst behind my eyelids in dizzying patterns. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. I lose track of the room, of reality, of everything.
When I finally come back to myself, gasping for air, I find Micah kneeling between my legs, his thick cock in his fist, jerking off with a look of pure hunger painted on his face. My core clenches at the sight of him, so damn beautiful in his desire.
"Daddy." Following some instinct that makes me braver, bolder, I use two fingers to spread my lower lips wide. In this moment, I'm not Davina. I'm his baby girl, determined to drive him mad—determined to make him take what he really wants: me.
"Daddy," I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper. "Put it here."
"Little girl," he groans, his hand still working furiously on his cock, desperation ringing in his voice.
"Please, Daddy. Please. I'll be a good girl."
His gaze locks onto mine, burning with an intensity that makes me tremble. For a moment, he hesitates, caught between the consuming desire that binds us together and his desire to protect me—to keep from going too far too soon. But I want this, every damn inch of him. Now.
"Please, Daddy," I pout. "Please."
With a groan, he gives in to his need, yanking me closer until my curvy bottom rests against his thighs. My legs splay around his hips, leaving me completely exposed to him. His cock presses against my wet pussy, and I can't help but whimper at the sensation.
"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, bouncing his dick against my clit, his gaze transfixed on the sight. "You feel so fucking good."
As he slowly feeds his cock into me, inch by inch, he can't take his eyes off the sight. I can't take mine off him. His eyes darken with lust, his lips part as filthy words spill out in broken groans, driving me wild.
"God, this perfect pussy." His thighs tremble beneath me. "So fucking tight and wet and pink for Daddy, little girl." He rocks his hips, pushing in deeper. "Look at how you're taking me, Davina. Just fucking look at it." He groans like a man on the edge of desperation. "You're stretched around me like you can't possibly take another inch, but you will, won't you, little girl? You'll take every fucking inch Daddy gives you."
I tremble, caught in a tangle of pleasure and pain so intense it steals my breath.
"You own Daddy, baby girl," he rasps, writhing in his own torment, his eyes still locked on where we're joined. "Do you hear me? You own me."
"Daddy," I sob, coming all over his cock before he's even all the way in.
He growls, snapping his hips forward and tearing through my hymen while I'm mid-orgasm. I'm so lost in the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me that the fleeting pain is barely noticeable. All I feel is him. Everywhere.
"Take it, little girl," he commands, his voice rough. He fucks me ruthlessly, driving into me as if he can't stop himself. He pinches and plays with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. "Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words."