Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Thank fuck nobody else was out here.
KC collapsed on one of the sofas and immediately rubbed one of his thighs, as if he had a cramp. Not that it stopped him from motioning for me to hurry over.
I joined him in an instant, and he pulled me down sideways across his lap, where he took me back to our last night together. He held me painfully hard, really engulfing me in a death grip.
“I’m trying to hold it together.” His voice shook.
“I don’t want you to.” I pushed at him so I could look him in the eye. “Fuck holding back. I know what you’re feeling—and you’re fighting so hard to be acceptable by a standard set by others. Don’t. Let it all go.” I grabbed his hands and put them on me, on my thigh and on my stomach. “You don’t have to be careful with me, KC. You don’t even have to be human with me.”
His sharp gaze seared into me at those words, but he dropped it quickly to watch his own hands moving across my body.
“You want me, Daddy.” I leaned closer and kissed his jaw, the one he was tensing so hard. “You wanna do unspeakable things to me.”
“Quiet,” he exhaled.
I shook my head and touched him too. I let my hands roam his chest, where I started unbuttoning his shirt. “You wanted me the night I kissed you—or maybe you realized it that night. Maybe I opened the floodgates…?” Yeah, that was it. The painful memory slashed across his features with a wince. “I still wanna be a perfect boy for you. It has nothing to do with how you’ve raised me and everything to do with who you are.”
He let out a breath and closed his eyes. “You’re already perfect, Noa.”
I pressed myself closer and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Tell me you missed me every single day.”
He swallowed. “I missed you every single day.”
As I brushed my lips over his, he held me tighter again and cupped my butt.
“Do whatever you want with me,” I whispered.
He shuddered and parted my legs. “Pull one knee up.” He spoke against my mouth and slowly began kissing me back. Brushing touches, as if I’d break if he went any deeper. Or perhaps it had to do with his focus being elsewhere, because the moment I pulled my leg up, he slipped a hand between my thighs and eased two fingers right into my ass. “My perfect little animal.”
I sucked in a breath and tried to give him better access. “Do you want me to call you Daddy now?”
“You’re not allowed to call me anything else,” he murmured hoarsely. “Fuck, we’re doing this all wrong—but I can’t stop. I can’t stop putting my hands on you.”
“Then let’s keep doing it all wrong. Don’t stop.” I clung to him with one arm around his neck, the other eager to get his shirt off him. “Keep fingering me there.”
He cursed and planted an openmouthed kiss to my neck. “We should talk about everything. I owe you so many apologies.”
“We can talk later,” I half moaned. Fuck, that felt good. “Can’t we be animals together? Can’t we just do what our bodies want?”
Finally, it worked. He was giving up. He let me push his shirt past his shoulders, and then he withdrew his fingers from me to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. This was happening, and it was happening in a reckless rush. No second thought. The “wrong way.” Carelessly, we were just gonna gun it.
His pants hit the floor, pooling around his feet.
I didn’t need extra lube, and he didn’t bother mentioning it. I was sufficiently slick from Greer’s lubed fingers. KC manhandled me into position, my back to his chest, and released his cock from his underwear. Then he told me up. Just a tiny breath of a word, and I listened. I lifted up so he could guide his cock to my butt.
“That’s it. That’s a good boy. Take all of me.”
“Hnngh.” I sank down on him and had to slow my roll right away because of his size. A sharp gasp tore out of me, setting my ass on fire. But the urgency was stronger than that. I forced my way down. I took all of him. I buried him deep into me and fell back against him.
“Everything’s being brought to the surface,” he whispered raggedly. “I have zero control.”
“Fuck control,” I groaned. “It hurts, Daddy.”
“Good.” He strapped one arm around me, the other going to my hip in a firm grip. “You were so fucking beautiful with Greer, freckles. When you said you needed your Daddy there, nothing could stop me. You broke me.”
“Good,” I echoed. “Now we can break things together.”
“Mmm…” He shifted me over him, burying himself over and over. “My God, you’re so small. Tell me if it’s too much.”