Damon (Alpha Daddies #3) Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Alpha Daddies Series by Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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He stopped thrusting for a moment, kissing her neck. “You’re mine, Baby girl.”

She nodded slightly, which wasn’t easy with his fingers gripping her jaw. She was certainly his. She always had been, but there was no doubt left any longer. “You’re mine, too,” she murmured.

“Fuck right I am.” He thrust again.

She gasped.

“Do you have any idea how much you please me, Little rebel?”

“Mmm.”

Another deep thrust, his fingers still pressing against her clit. “You are perfection. Every inch of you, inside and out.”

“I’m blind,” she pointed out on a whimper. It was so hard to focus. Why did he want to talk right now?

“Your visual challenges do not make you less perfect. You will see anything you need to see through me. Always. I will hold you close to anything you want to explore, describe it to you, let you scent it, touch it, hear it, taste it if necessary. In the safety of my arms, you will not miss out on anything. I promise you that.”

Tears ran down her cheeks. He was so demanding in everything, including his commitment to making her life as rich as possible. Insistent upon it.

Another thrust made her breath hitch. She was close to yet another orgasm. She hadn’t even known what an orgasm would feel like before today. Hell, she hadn’t even known there was such a thing.

Daddy eased back on the pressure against her clit, but only so he could stroke it again.

She was overwhelmed with so much emotion and stimulation that she didn’t think she could survive more. She released his arm to push on his hand. “No more.”

He ignored her protest and easily shook her hand away before lifting his fingers back and swatting her swollen clit with his fingers.

Olivia screamed even louder as the shock raced through her body and drove her to another orgasm. Her clit pulsed from the sting and the release. Her cries were unintelligible and loud as he resumed pounding into her.

“One more, Baby girl,” he growled into her ear.

She shook her head.

He swatted her clit again. “One more for Daddy,” he demanded, as his enormous erection thrust in and out of her, deeper and deeper, taking her off the planet.

She gave him what he commanded because she had no control over her own body. It belonged to Damon now. It belonged to her Daddy. She would never be able to deny him anything. It was Fated.

She was his, and he was hers.

Chapter Twelve

Damon was almost as wobbly as his Little mate by the time he roared out his release. He continued to hold her up, both gasping for breath for long minutes. He couldn’t stand the idea of sliding out of her or leaving her even for a minute.

He needed to clean her up, though. Maybe a bath would be better this time. He could get in with her, hold her, wash her, keep her body against his.

She was shaking violently, and he doubted she was aware of the moaning sounds that wouldn’t stop. She was also hot. Too hot. Was she already close to her first shift?

He’d expected it to take several more hours before she reached that frenzied peak, but maybe the fact that he’d just fucked her senseless over and over without pause was pushing her shift up in the timeline.

She winced when he pulled out of her, though he didn’t think it was from pain or discomfort. He suspected she mourned the loss of the intimacy. He felt the same, but they needed to take care of a few things.

After carefully lowering her onto her tummy over the pillows again, he grabbed the thermometer, squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it, and parted her adorable cheeks.

She stiffened and reached back to push his hand away. She seemed to think she might somehow be able to stop him from doing something. It was cute.

Ignoring her silent protest, he eased the thick rod up into her bottom. He didn’t bother to take his time letting her adjust this time. Instead, he pushed it in as deep as it would go and held it.

Olivia was panting. Her head was tilted to one side, but her face was covered with her hair. He used his free hand to brush the curls away from her cheek and forehead.

“Too hot,” she murmured.

“I know, Baby girl. I’m going to run you a bath in a minute. Stay still for me.”

Her whimpering was so fucking adorable that his cock stayed hard. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair as he waited for the thermometer to get the best reading.

“My skin itches,” she whispered.

That was definitely one of the early signs that her shift was approaching. “I know, Little rebel. The water will help.” Her skin was flawless and so soft. Her hair was a gorgeous mess of brown curls. It would look so cute when he put it up in pigtails.



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