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)
"Jesus, little girl," Micah growls, pinning me up against the door as soon as we're in his office. His lips come down on the side of my throat, his hands closing over my breasts.
I moan, my head falling back against the door.
"Fuck," he groans, grinding his cock against me. "Not being able to touch you is pure fucking hell, Davina."
"I know, Daddy," I whine, grinding against him. "I missed your touch so much."
"Just say the words and you won't miss it again, Davina," he snarls. "I'll tell the bastard that you're mine and he can fucking deal with it."
For a moment, I consider it. But Stanley is already on the edge. If he hated me yesterday, he really hates me now. And I'm pretty sure he hates Micah more than he hates me after what happened this morning. The last thing we need to do is give him an excuse to try to make our lives miserable. Well, my life. I don't think anyone tells Micah what to do.
"I have a better idea, Daddy," I moan, pulling his hair.
"Yeah? Does it involve Daddy bending you over and eating both of you little holes until you're screaming for mercy, little girl?" he asks, attacking my throat with kisses.
"B-both of my holes?"
"You heard your daddy, baby girl. Both of your holes." He licks a trail down my throat, pinching one nipple between his fingers. "Your perfect little pussy and your tasty little asshole."
"Daddy!" I gasp, writhing against the door.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, Davina. Daddy can feel your little cunt dripping all over him."
I squirm in his embrace, so turned on I can't think straight.
"Tell me, little girl," he croons.
"Yes!" I cry out. "Yes, Daddy! I want it."
He grins against my skin, a wicked promise as he slides me down his body to my feet. "Good girl. Now, turn around and hold onto the door handle for Daddy."
In a daze, I do as he says, bracing myself against the cold metal of the door handle. I feel him pushing up my skirt, feel his rough palm gliding against my right cheek.
"Such a sweet little ass," Micah murmurs, spreading my cheeks apart. I gasp as his hot breath ghosts over my sensitive skin. He licks a teasing trail around my hole before dipping in.
"Oh god, Daddy!" I moan, clutching at the door handle for dear life.
His tongue quickly plunges into me again and again, making me writhe and squirm against the door with each swipe.
"You taste so fucking good, baby," he says before his tongue is back on me, licking and lapping at both of my holes like a man starved.
I feel the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, the sensation overwhelming and powerful.
He growls and grips my ass tightly in his hands, holding me still for his mouth as he redoubles his efforts. "You're going to come all over Daddy's face," he growls from between my legs. "Now, be a good girl for me and give me what I want."
The words send me over the edge. I scream his name as waves of pleasure crash through my body. He doesn't stop licking me until I'm trembling, only pulling away when he's sure I've come down from the high.
His voice is rough with desire as he tugs my dress back down over me and scoops me up into his arms. "That's just the start, little girl. Daddy has plans for you tonight."
Chapter Eight
Micah
"Close your eyes," I croon, running my hand down Davina's back as she settles on my lap. "Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl."
She moans, melting against me, so soft and sweet. So fucking cuddly.
I scoop up a bite of ice cream onto my spoon, swirling it through the peanut butter she insisted she needed to go with it, and lift it toward her mouth.
"Open for me."
Her lips part, her tongue peeking out.
I slowly feed her the bite, fighting a groan as it dribbles across her lips and down her chin. She laughs quietly, licking it up.
"Fuck," I growl, my cock throbbing beneath her round ass. "You picked ice cream as your treat on purpose just to torture me, didn't you, little girl?"
"Maybe." She peeks at me through slit lids, an impish smile dancing at her lips. "But it's so good, Daddy."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "You're lucky I can't fucking tell you no, Davina."
Her smile grows. It's a helluva lot better than the tears that fucker had swimming in her eyes today. I wanted to rip his throat out for that. No one talks to her the way he did today. He won't ever do it again, that's for damn sure.
I scoop up another bite, lifting it to her lips.
She wraps her tongue around the spoon, her eyes locked on mine as she pulls it into her mouth.