Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Perfect cunt,” he hissed. “Taking Daddy’s cock and squeezing it so hard.”
I was going to come. It was there. The beginning. I could feel the promise.
“My pussy,” he began to chant. “My sweet pussy.”
The euphoric, unrestrained rapture seized me, and Garrett’s hand tightened on my neck, sending me higher. I felt his cock pulsate inside of me as the first rush of his release broke free.
“FUCK! FAWN! FUCK!” he roared as I spiraled with my own wanton, animalistic behavior that brought him to this level of complete abandon with me.
Gasping, I lay on my stomach with Garrett’s large body covering my back. His cock was still buried inside me. I could feel the dampness from his sweat coating me. He had taken off his shirt when I wasn’t looking. The heat of his skin on mine, his labored breathing as he stayed there, not wanting to slide out of me, gave me a peace I’d never felt. It was deeper than joy or happiness. There was no way to describe it.
The moment he began to move, I started to ask him to stay, but his lips brushed my back, then continued until they reached my butt. So softly that it was barely a touch, he ran kisses over my blistered skin. His fingertips lightly caressed where his lips had been.
I moaned with pleasure from the complete tenderness. Something Garrett didn’t often show.
“I’ll take care of you, pretty baby,” he promised. “You were such a good girl. Taking your spanking.”
Another moan escaped me. I was going to be ready for another round if he didn’t stop that.
“You like that, don’t you?” There was a trace of amusement in his voice. “You like when I take care of you. When I control your pleasure.”
God, yes! I did, and I was just going to have to accept it.
Garrett stood, and then his fingertips trailed over my bottom before he completely discarded his pants and boxers. I watched him step down off the platform his bed sat on and walk naked to the bathroom.
Jesus, that man had a fabulous ass.
Nineteen
Garrett
The debased satisfaction I received from rubbing Fawn’s naked ass with a cooling lotion after she let me bathe her like a child was unanticipated. Her complete trust in me was downright humbling. The combination of her not wanting my help, demanding nothing of me, yet willing to let me fuck her how I needed, in all its depravity, rocked me.
The women I’d fucked in the past, the ones I’d even married, none of them had allowed this without expecting or requiring a reward after. They would mold to my needs if diamonds, designer purses, or my fucking Amex card was handed over. None of them had done it because they wanted it. They’d faked it. I thought it was just the way a beautiful woman was wired. She gave only to receive.
Not this one.
The only thing I seemed to be able to give her without her fighting me was sexual pleasure. And she wasn’t faking. The way she lost all control, didn’t care what sounds she made, how she looked, didn’t try and bat her lashes or lick her lips to entice me. She was there in the moment. Immersed in the entire fucking thing. When I came inside her, it was so damn intense that I almost lost consciousness. I couldn’t admit that shit to anyone, but it was true. This time, I’d come close to blacking out.
She stretched, and her long legs moved open as I massaged the lotion lower. My baby was getting aroused again. I shouldn’t have hit her so many times. Her ass was going to be bruised. But, damn, she’d gotten off on it. Like a trigger in my head, I snapped. I couldn’t stop. If I’d done that to any other woman, she’d have threatened me with a damn lawsuit. Not this one. Not my good girl. Instead, she was squirming as I ran my hands close to her damp pussy without touching it.
A grin tugged at my lips. I wanted to keep her. Here. All the time. I wasn’t a man who believed in love, but I liked to possess things. Exotic, rare, beautiful things. Nothing was more exotic, rare, or beautiful than Fawn Parker. I was going to possess her. She’d be my most cherished possession. I’d dress her in clothes fit for the queen she was meant to be. Mine.
I just had to convince her of it first.
“Do you want to eat something?” I asked her as my gaze was locked on her cunt that she was displaying for me.
“Do you?” she asked, and the needy sound in her words made my cock throb.
“Yes,” I replied, unable to keep from smiling.
“Okay,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“Lift your ass, pretty baby,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head so she could look at me. “What?”