Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I gasp. My nerve endings come alive as the base of his shaft rubs against my clit.
He gives me a sexy grin. “There’s my girl. Does it feel good?”
“So good, Daddy,” I breathe out.
He finally eases partway out and thrusts back in. He groans, but so do I.
He sets his forehead against mine, panting. “Are you okay, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Much better than okay. Do that thing again.”
He smiles as he grinds against me. “That thing?”
“Yes…” My eyes roll back. I can’t believe I might actually orgasm again. I’m so close.
He moves again.
This time, the strangest sound comes from my mouth. Like a mewl.
Daddy snaps. His lips come to mine, and he kisses me like his life depends on it while he starts thrusting in and out of me faster and faster. Every time he tips his hips to rub against my clit harder, I cry out against his mouth.
Finally, he buries himself deeper than ever. “Come for me, Lacey. Come around my cock. I want to feel you pulsing around me.”
I come. I can’t stop it. My pussy grips down on his cock harder than it did around his fingers. I float out of my body as my vision blurs and waves of pleasure consume me.
Daddy cries out his own release moments later, and I swear I can feel the pulses of his cock as he fills the condom.
I’m so happy that a smile spreads across my face as I enjoy this moment. This first. The first of millions, I hope. Because I’m never ever leaving my Daddy.
Chapter Fourteen
“What?”
I look up from where I’m playing in my playpen to see Daddy jumping up from where he’s been sitting on the couch. He meets my gaze, running a hand through his hair as he sets his phone on the end table. Whatever he’s distressed about, I suspect it has to do with a text.
He looks worried or scared, and I crawl toward the side of the playpen and rise onto my knees. I know better than to stand. I won’t lose a sticker. “Daddy?”
He comes to me and leans down to lift me out of the playpen. He holds me close and carries me to the recliner. As soon as he sits, he cups my face. “I just got a message from my PI.”
My breath hitches before I start shaking. “Did my father find me?” I’ve tried hard not to think about him since we arrived. Daddy assures me every day he couldn’t get to me here even if he knew where I was, but Daddy doesn’t understand the level of fear I feel. If my father ever finds me, he will kill me.
“He’s dead, Little one,” Daddy says softly.
My eyes widen. “Dead?” A flood of emotions consumes me. Top among them is relief, which makes me feel like a bad person.
“Apparently he was extremely drunk and fell asleep smoking. He must have dropped the cigarette and caught the bedding on fire. He burned himself alive.”
I stop breathing. Dead. He’s dead. He can’t hurt me ever again. I never have to look over my shoulder or wonder if he’s going to find me one day. He’s gone. And all I feel is…relief.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Daddy asks, rubbing my back.
“I think so. Is it mean that I kind of hope he suffered?”
“I think that’s a normal reaction, Baby girl. He was very mean to you for a long time. You’ll probably experience all kinds of emotions in the next few days. We already have an appointment scheduled with the counselor. She’ll help you sort out your feelings.”
I lean against Daddy and wrap my arms around his neck. For a long time, we just sit there. Finally, I murmur, “I’m glad he’s gone.”
Daddy pats my bottom. “I’m glad you will always be safe. Do you want to go back to the mainland and see the house or attend his funeral?”
I shake my head. My father doesn’t deserve to have me mourn him. I don’t need to see that house again. It will only bring up bad memories for no reason.