Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Anton grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on before climbing between her legs. He surprised her when he dropped his mouth to her pussy and sucked with no warning.
She gripped his shoulders and moaned. Her orgasm was so close to the surface. She was going to come any second after all that foreplay.
Just when she was about to detonate, he released her and climbed up higher.
“Daddy…” she pleaded, trembling violently.
He slid his hands under her shoulders and thrust into her all the way to the hilt.
Gemma screamed. The orgasm that took over her body was powerful. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open. She couldn’t breathe as the waves of her release pulsed through her over and over, squeezing his cock and making her clit throb.
Before it was over, he eased out and thrust back in again. And again. She was stunned as her arousal drove right back where it had been before she’d come. The pressure and intense need resumed, making her grab at his shoulders and then his back and finally his ass.
She couldn’t get enough. She would never get enough of him. Every single thing he’d done and said today had led to this moment. It had been intentional. He was a master with her body.
His mouth came to her ear. “Come for me again, Gemma. Milk my cock before I release myself.” As he finished that command, he ground the base of his erection against her, making her gasp.
She gripped his ass with her fingers as she came yet again, perhaps harder than the first time, loving the way he groaned as he too let himself tip over the edge and join her.
Chapter Fourteen
When Gemma awoke the next morning, the sun was high in the sky. She’d slept late. She felt around to determine Anton was no longer in the bed with her before snuggling in deeper with Buzzy, grinning from ear to ear.
She’d had the most perfect evening with her Daddy, and he’d made it clear he wanted her in his home as often as possible, creating more perfect nights like that.
After several minutes passed, she was surprised her Daddy hadn’t come to get her. The house was too quiet. She slid out from under the covers onto the floor and padded to the bathroom. She was still wearing the sheer pink lingerie from last night. It made her feel so incredibly sexy and Little at the same time.
Gemma used the potty and washed her hands before staring at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tousled and messy so she grabbed a brush, worked through the snags, and put it up in two high pigtails.
She was grinning as she left the room in search of her Daddy. She was looking forward to his reaction to seeing her still dressed in the see-through nightie, this time with pigtails.
When he wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, she headed for his office. Maybe he’d had to take care of some business this morning.
The door was open as she silently rounded the corner. He wasn’t at his desk. Instead, he was standing with his back to her at the window. That wasn’t exactly accurate either. He was leaning against it with both hands on the glass. His stance made her heart beat faster. He looked distressed like he’d just gotten very bad news.
Gemma approached slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Daddy?” she whispered.
He spun around. His brow was furrowed deeply, and he was frowning. He wiped a hand down his face and forced a smile. It was obvious he didn’t feel like smiling. “Good morning, Little Bee. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you.”
She bit her lip as she watched him school his expression. “Is everything okay, Daddy?”
He held out a hand and took a deep breath. “Come. You look so damn sexy in that nightie.”
She shuffled forward, but her heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly. Something was wrong.
When she reached him, he lifted her off the floor and settled her on his hip. He tucked her head against his shoulder and headed for the door. “Let’s get you some breakfast. You must be starving. How about one of Daddy’s famous smoothies in a bottle?”
She held him around the neck, but she lifted her face. It didn’t escape her notice that he’d ignored her question. “You’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”
He sighed as he carried her to the kitchen, still not answering as he set her bare bottom on the counter. “Sit still. Don’t fall off while I fix you a bottle.”
She watched him move around the kitchen, opening the fridge, grabbing the prepared bottle, and shaking it. He didn’t meet her gaze. Whatever had happened, he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.
“Did someone die?” she asked as he scooped her off the counter and settled her against his hip again, her bare pussy meeting his skin erotically once more.