Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
His hands swept under the T-shirt he’d draped around her body before tucking her in bed. “Arms up, Little Swan,” he ordered firmly before whisking it over her head as she complied.
Immediately, she wiggled back next to him as if needing the skin-to-skin contact. Kestrel wrapped an arm around her to hold her close. He pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders, aiming only to soothe her.
“Hard, Daddy. Make my thoughts stop,” she begged.
Hating the tremor in her voice, Kestrel dedicated himself to wiping away what must have been an endless loop of reliving her experience. He kissed her hard, forcing a response as he explored the depth of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his as she threw herself into their exchange.
Kestrel brushed a hand over her shoulder and then up her torso, cradling one full breast in his hand. He squeezed, and she gasped into his mouth. Immediately, he bent to pull her beaded nipple into his mouth with firm suction. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, returning the hint of pain—not tugging him away but helping to distract him as well. He rolled her nipple between his teeth, biting her just enough to make her moan in pleasure as his fingers traced patterns on the sensitive underswell of her breast.
While repeating his attentions to her other side, Kestrel drew his fingertips lightly down the center of her body. He loved the feel of her body quivering under his touch as he neared the slightly rounded mound. Stopping just above her cleft, Kestrel raised his mouth from her body.
Her eyes flew open as his caresses stopped. With their gazes meshed, Kestrel promised her, “You are mine, Little girl. I will always protect what belongs to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t think of anything else.”
His coarse words made her eyes widen. Slowly, she nodded, “Please, Daddy.”
Kestrel rolled their entwined bodies over to balance her on top of him. “Sit up, Little Swan.”
He helped her move into position. “Straddle my face, Zara,” he directed firmly.
She looked at him in shock, and he almost read her thoughts. “Straddle you?” she echoed.
“The best view in the world.” His hands cupped her slim thighs, and he lifted her into position. Holding her elevated above him, Kestrel savored her display. “So beautiful. But I need to taste you. Sit, Little girl.”
“I can’t do that,” she whispered furiously.
“Refusing to do what your Daddy says? That’s twenty spanks. Want to earn more?”
Instantly, she shook her head.
“Good girl.” He drew her down to his mouth and held her in place. Nibbling at the buffet she presented, Kestrel enjoyed her sweet taste as he searched for the most responsive spots.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to hold herself slightly above him, and Kestrel tugged her lower to rest on his lips. He could tell immediately when Zara stopped worrying about smothering him and focused on the sensations he lavished on her body. Her squirms and gasps delighted him as she lost herself in pleasure. When her quivers strengthened around his tongue as he explored her, Kestrel lifted her away.
“Wait!” she cried.
“Not yet, Little girl. Daddy’s not done playing.”
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he shifted her across his hips. Kestrel drew her back against his body so her wetness pressed over his rigid cock. “Make yourself come.”
Her gaze met his. Bravely, she shifted forward on top of his shaft and gasped. Her movements quickened as he caressed her body. Kestrel treasured the view of her breasts swaying above him as she concentrated on pushing the sensations inside her higher and higher. Reaching up, he cupped her gorgeous tits and tweaked her taut peaks.
“Ahhh!”
That taste of sweet pain pushed her into a climax that rocked her body over him. Without allowing her to recover, Kestrel rose to wrap his arms around her. He kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his lips. Her tongue swiped over his skin, savoring her own flavor. Need exploded inside him at this erotic sight.
Kestrel had to feel her wrapped around him. With a growl, he lifted her hips to fit his cock to her drenched opening. As her tremors continued, he drew her body down to his. He loved how her eyes widened as he filled the space inside her.
“So good,” she whispered.
“Just wait, Little Swan,” he promised.
His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her hips as he lifted and lowered her body over his. With each downstroke, he ground his pelvis against hers. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she clung to him. He treasured every kiss, every gasp, every shiver.
Their skin dampened as the heat built in the playroom. Her scent pushed his arousal higher. Kestrel could feel her body tightening around him. The shimmers heralding her climax threatened to push him over the edge.