Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he complimented her as he rewarded her by brushing his thumb over that tight bud above her opening.
The breath caught in her throat as she felt the tingles coalesce into a climax that shook her body. Dirk held her firmly in place against his hard body as he coaxed every sensation possible from her. He pressed fiery kisses along her shoulder and neck, making her head loll back to invite more.
Dirk whispered into her ear, “Daddy wants to be here, Little girl. Would you like that, too?”
“Please,” she whispered.
Guiding her hands to the wall at the side of the shower, he pressed them against the cool tile. She understood his silent direction that she was to leave them there. His hand stroked over her back, down to her bottom. “Take a step back, sweetheart, and lean forward,” Dirk urged.
Following his directions, Cynthia’s motion moved her bottom flush against his pelvis. His thick erection nestled between her cheeks. Dirk glided his shaft against her, making Cynthia arch her back to press herself against his cock. “That’s it, good girl.”
She felt him shift away and heard a crinkling sound. Looking over her shoulder, Cynthia watched Dirk sheathe himself in the condom before turning back fully against her.
She hadn’t ever had sex in this position before—much less in a shower. The warm water sprayed on her, heightening her sensitivity as it pelted against her. The continual spatter of liquid felt so erotic, making her aware of every inch of her skin. She held her breath as he fitted the broad head of his cock against her and pushed forward, filling her completely.
“Damn, sweetheart. You feel so good around me,” Dirk groaned before withdrawing and thrusting back inside. He leaned slightly over her body as he wrapped his arm around her waist to support her and help Cynthia stay in place.
Arching her back on his next stroke, she offered herself completely to him. Nothing felt like this incredible man filling her so completely. Their bodies moved together, slick with water, and slid against each other. Dirk caressed her with his free hand. Fondling her breasts, he tugged slightly on her nipples. Unable to hide her reaction to the slight taste of pain, Cynthia gasped and bucked back against him.
She could feel the sensations building again as he moved inside her. Impatient, she tried to hurry his strokes, but he was in control. He teased and tortured her with almost enough to help her reach the pleasure that shimmered so close.
“Daddy! Please!” she begged.
“Shh, Little girl. I’ve got you,” Dirk reassured her and caressed the length of her torso to tug at those silky strands that guarded her intimate spaces.
“Good Little girls get rewarded. Have you been good, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” she babbled. “I’ve been so good.” She needed him to believe her.
“Of course you have.”
His fingers dipped lower and explored her intimately. Finding that bundle of nerves that had brought her so much pleasure earlier, Dirk brushed his fingertip across it. When she gasped, he quickened his efforts as he ground his pelvis against hers at the end of each stroke.
Dirk kissed the side of her neck before whispering into her ear, “Daddies have many powers. They mete out punishment when it is necessary and pleasure when it is earned. Are you going to be good for your Daddy?”
“Yes! I promise.”
“That’s my Little girl,” he crooned as he pinched her clitoris.
“Aaaah!” Cynthia shouted into the room as shimmering pleasure cascaded over her. Her voice echoed on the tiled walls surrounding her. Her Daddy’s chuckle into her ear bolstered her delight. She wanted to satisfy him completely and make him want to keep her around forever. Cynthia didn’t feel as if she’d survive if he decided she wasn’t what he wanted.
“Tell me what to do. I want to please you,” she asked, struggling to concentrate on anything other than her lingering climax.
“You are pleasing me, Little girl,” he assured her.
“But I’m not doing anything special. I’m not even touching you,” she protested. All the guilt of imposing on him and complicating his life flooded her thoughts. Cynthia dropped her head toward the tiles. She didn’t even make love right.
“Sweetheart, I need to hold you.”
She gasped as he withdrew from her. Immediately, she missed his warmth and twisted around to face him.
“Come here, Cynthia,” he instructed, pulling her wet body close. His thick shaft pressed between them. His hand captured her chin and melded their gazes together. “You don’t have to do anything but be yourself. You are all I want—no fancy sexual tricks. We are real—not people playing a role. Together, we make the best combination. I never want you to worry about not being enough for me.”
“You’re just being nice. You’ll tire of protecting me. I’ll probably screw something up again,” she muttered, trying to look away. Her Daddy turned her chin so she looked into his incredible light blue eyes again.