Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
She smiled at him from hooded eyes and boldly wrapped her ankles around his waist. “You’re very big, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Too big, you think? Should we wait to have sex another day so I can stretch you out some more first?”
She shook her head. “No. I need you now. Don’t tease me anymore, Daddy.”
Hawking nestled himself at her entrance, watching her face as he slowly glided into her warmth. He wanted to take it slow this first time. The stretch was going to be tight. But it was damn difficult to control himself. His cock had been beyond hard for hours. It wanted the world, and it wanted it now.
“More, Daddy,” she encouraged, lifting her hips to meet him.
“Okay, CB.” He was about halfway inside her when he pulled out and slammed back in to the hilt.
She didn’t wince. In fact, she sighed contentedly and held on to him with her ankles. Her hands ran up and down his back and butt cheeks. “Yes,” she purred. “Do it again.”
There was no way to deny her or himself. Hawking set up a rhythm, barely able to hold back his own orgasm. He wasn’t going to last long this first time, though, and there was no fighting it. In no time, his balls drew up, and his cock swelled further.
Wanting to take his Little girl over the edge one more time with him, he reached between their bodies, found her clit with his middle finger, and rubbed it hard. In seconds, she screamed. A second later, he joined her. Heaven.
Chapter Twelve
Celeste woke up smiling, though she wasn’t sure why at first. She blinked her eyes several times before she remembered where she was and what she’d done last night.
The bed was empty next to her, but she could hear the shower running in the bathroom. The door was ajar, too. Her Daddy hadn’t even shut or locked the door.
She winced as she tried to sit up. Her entire body felt deliciously sore from… Oh. My. God… Four orgasms. Four. She hadn’t expected to ever orgasm with a man. She’d been startled when he’d managed to do it the first time but wrote it off as a fluke in her head, probably caused by pent-up sexual frustration.
But that wouldn’t explain the second, third, and fourth orgasms. Her eyeballs rolled up in their sockets as she remembered that last one. She certainly had never expected to come during sex. Hawking had seemed to anticipate what she’d needed. Goodness knows, he’d lavished her with perfectly-timed, intimate caresses.
Giggling, she shoved her way off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. She needed to see him. Touch him. Verify he was real.
When she stepped inside, he spotted her and smiled. “Hey, Little girl. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She came to him, feeling bold, and opened the shower door to step inside.
He grinned broadly and pulled her under the water before kissing her all over her face, neck, and shoulders until she laughed.
“You’re really here,” she said when he finally stopped.
“Where else would I be?”
“In an alternate dimension I conjured up in my mind to fulfill my Daddy needs.”
He chuckled. “Nope. We’re both in the same dimension, and I’ll happily fulfill your Daddy needs for the rest of your life.”
She ran her hands up and down his chest, admiring the artwork and the way her skin looked against his. It was so erotic. “That’s a long time.”
“Not long enough.” He grabbed the soap and went to work washing her body, massaging her in all the right places until she was putty.
“You’re so good at that. Is there anything you’re not good at?”
“We’ll see in a few hours.”
When she looked at him, his eyes were dancing. “What happens in a few hours?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He angled her head under the water to wet her hair and then grabbed the shampoo.
When she lowered her gaze to his erection, he lifted her chin. “No time for that, Little girl. Daddy has to get to work, so you need to be dressed and ready to go downstairs in about twenty minutes.”
His reminder made her sober. “I don’t like thinking about you possibly confronting bad guys.”
He gave her a quick peck after rinsing her hair. “I’ll be fine. I’m good at finding bad guys and protecting Little girls.”
After ushering her out of the shower, he dried her body and took her hand. “Clothes, hair, teeth, ten minutes, CB.” He patted her bottom, angling her toward the closet.
“When did you hang up my clothes in here?” she asked as she stared at the hangers on one side of the large closet. She didn’t have much, but it was all here. Her suitcase was also stowed on the shelf above everything.
“I’ve been up for two hours, Cuddle Bug.”
She twisted around, shocked. “Two hours?”