Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
After adjusting himself in his suddenly too tight pants, Deke slid his hands into her stretchy pants and cupped her bottom. Hauling her close to him, he rubbed himself against her and felt her freeze.
“I’ll fit,” he assured her.
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. And you’re going to love every inch.”
“Deke!” she protested.
“Daddy,” he corrected as he whisked her panties and leggings down her legs, leaving her bare.
Before she could protest, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, Deke stripped off the garments as well as her socks and shoes. Tossing those to the side, he stroked his hands up her calves.
“I didn’t shave. Sorry!” she apologized as she squirmed away from his touch. Her movements bounced her breasts, attracting his attention instantly.
“Precious Girl, I don’t care if I can braid your leg hair,” he growled, rising from kneeling next to the bed to stand.
Deke reached a hand over his head to strip off his shirt. He planned to stuff something, but it wasn’t inanimate. “Scoot back to the pillows,” he instructed as he unfastened his belt and pulled it out of the loops. The heat in her eyes clued him in that he would need to treat her to some leather bondage soon. Not this time.
Forcing himself to file those plans away for another time, Deke slid a hand down his bulging pants to protect his erection as he pulled the zipper down. Her gasp when he pushed them over his hips made one corner of his mouth tilt up. He toed his shoes off and stepped out of the material, pausing to tug off his socks. Finally, he stood and pushed his boxer briefs to the floor.
When he started to lower his hands to the mattress to crawl forward to her, Maya blurted, “Stop!”
Feeling his heart crash into the pit of his stomach, Deke stood up. “Precious Girl, you’re okay.”
“I’m way better than okay. I just wanted to memorize that visual image,” she said, turning bright red as she waved toward him.
Enchanted and relieved by her request, Deke allowed her to look at him. He could almost feel her gaze moving over his chest and down over his abs. Thanking every moment he’d spent in the gym, he allowed her to look her fill. When her view zeroed in on his thick shaft, he felt as if she’d touched him physically.
Unable to resist her allure, he moved toward her. Her eyes rose to lock with his. He could read the heat, anticipation, and a glimmer of apprehension. Reaching behind her head, he grabbed her two braids and tugged them down, making her head tilt. Deke held her captive as he pressed his mouth to hers to ease his hunger for her.
When he lifted his lips from her, she mentioned conversationally, “I love braids.”
“Me, too,” he assured her, tugging at both of them again before dropping to one forearm next to the pillow. Leaning to the side, he scanned her body spread out like a magnificent buffet for a starving man. “Damn, Little girl. I need a taste.”
Deke leaned forward to press his mouth against the curve of her neck and nibbled down the collarbone. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders. He could feel the bite of her nails into his skin and didn’t care at all if she left her mark on him. Actually, he decided to love any love marks she bestowed on him.
He shifted, leaning more of his weight on her pelvis so he could hold her in place. Deke kissed a path to her breasts, cupping one full globe as he teased her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb before closing his mouth around the taut peak.
When Maya arched her back, silently asking for more, he increased the suction, drawing a moan from her lips. Loving the heated response, he drew his head back until her tight bud popped from his lips and her breast jiggled delectably back into place. Repeating his caresses on the other side, Deke knew he was already addicted to her unpracticed reactions. There was nothing artificial or contrived about Maya.
Stroking down the center of her torso, he heard her inhale sharply as she pulled her tummy in as flat as possible. He pinched her slightly, ruining her plot.
“Ouch!”
He could hear in her voice that she was more startled than hurt. “I want the real you, Maya. Not what you think I want. I love your curves.”
She met his gaze fully and studied him before nodding. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
Repeating his gesture, Deke was glad to see she took a much smaller breath in. He could feel the quivers under her skin as she fought herself not to pull her tummy in as his fingers stroked over her abdomen. “So beautiful. Spread your legs, Maya.”
Slowly, she followed his directions, and Deke traced her cleft lightly. Juices coated her skin. Unable to resist, he lifted a fingertip to his lips. “I knew I needed a taste,” he told her before opening his mouth.