Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
She doesn’t trust you.
But I need her.
I need her more than anything.
I hear the sound of her soft footsteps behind me and then feel her soft touch against my back. It’s like the first rays of warm sunlight on a freezing winter morning.
“You’re still bleeding.” she whispers.
“It’s nothing.”
“There’s tough and there’s dumb, Gage.” She takes both hands and helps me out of my jacket. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
I turn to face her. She’s blushing and can barely meet my gaze, but when she does, I see the conflict in her eyes. I take in every breathtaking curve of her body as she stands there, looking like the sexiest nurse in the world. I reach out and cup her ass, but she twists out of my grasp.
“Do you have any…bandages? Towels?”
Okay, if that’s how you want to play it. “Yes, in the bathroom.”
She nods, obviously asking for me to show her the way. I can’t help but smile slightly as I take her hand and lead her down the hallway. I point to the medicine cabinet, and Billie retrieves some bandages and the first-aid kit.
My lust for her obscures my pain. All I can see are her womanly hips as she leans over the sink. She turns, a wet towel in her hand.
“Take off.” She clears her throat. “Take off your shirt.”
Blood rushes straight to my cock. Using my good arm, I tug my shirt off and toss it aside. Even if she is afraid of me—even if there may be a lack of trust, she can’t hide the look in her eyes when she sees me shirtless. She even bites her lower lip as she steps forward and reaches up to my shoulder.
“Billie…”
“This might sting a little,” she warns, pressing the towel to my wound. It does, but it barely registers.
“I can handle it,” I say, letting my hand slide up her waist. “What I can’t handle is not having you, angel.”
And that’s the truth. The thought of not being around her always is too much to bear, and having my hand upon her now has every possessive instinct in my body raging.
“You scare me,” she confesses. “I don’t know if I can trust you…”
“I’m so sorry, angel.”
“But you also make me feel like I’ve never felt before.” Her eyes meet mine, but she drags them away again. “Like I…”
She goes silent, looking down at her feet as she works on cleaning my wound. I reach up, take hold of her hand and stop her, then lift her chin so she’s forced to look at me.
“Like you what, angel?”
She swallows hard, wetting her lush lips with her tongue. “I’m an orphan too, Gage. My parents both died in a car accident, and I’ve been surviving on my own for so long that I’ve never been able to trust anyone, especially a man. But part of me wants to be able to trust you and give myself over to you…”
I pull her in, letting my lips drag up the side of her neck. “Give yourself over and be Daddy’s little girl again?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I take her free hand and place it on my bulge. “You’d like to be Daddy’s horny little girl, wouldn’t you?”
Billie nods as I unzip my pants and slip her hand down my briefs.
“Yes, but Gage…”
“You’ve changed me too, angel. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. Remember what I told you?”
Billie nods as I tug her pants down, taking her panties with them, exposing the soft flesh of her perfect ass. “Yes,” she moans, a slight quiver running through her body.
“You-you’re still bleeding.”
I snatch a bandage from the first-aid kit and hand it to her. “Here,” I tell her, slipping both hands up her shirt. The feel of her breasts is like a drug, instantly calming me and driving me into a frenzy at the same time. Billie presses the bandage over my gunshot wound, and it’s like a switch is flipped in my head.
I spin her around and bend her over the sink. Perfection. Absolute perfection. “Let me see that perfect pussy, angel,” I growl as I snatch both her cheeks and spread her open, revealing the pink slit I’ve been dying for. Without hesitation, I drop down and lick her from clit to hole, wetting my face with her arousal. There’s no denying how badly she wants it right now.
“You taste like heaven, angel. Sweeter than the sweetest candy in the world.”
She tilts her head back, enhancing the curve of her back as I stand up and press my cock to her sopping hole. Just one touch of her warmth and wetness is nearly enough to send me over the edge. But I grit my teeth and focus, leaning forward and entering her. The pussy I’ve been missing for two weeks spreads and stretches and accepts me, her daddy, and Billie lets out a long moan as I press all of my inches deep. I don’t stop until I feel the hard knot of her cervix against my crown. And I don’t hesitate before I begin pumping. I simply can’t control myself.