Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I feel warmth and tingling deep inside, right up by my cervix as the pain subsides and is replaced by smooth, sparkling delight. I push my hips back into him, and he laps at my lips like a hungry animal.
“You love it now, don’t you, Layla?”
“Yes.”
He smiles and caresses my breasts with his rough hand, reminding me of his strength and ability. He snatches my ass with the other and ruts deep inside, groaning in my ear as I feel myself approaching the precipice once more.
“I don’t believe in coincidences, Layla. Or accidents. I believe I was meant to save you from those men. I believe you and I are meant to be together. Don’t you?”
He’s conquering me. And I love it.
“Yes,” I mewl, tracing the slabs of muscle on his back with my fingertips. “You were meant to save me.”
His chest swells. His eyes narrow with intensity.
Something else inside me awakens. A lust I’ve never felt until now. I can’t quite wrap my head around it. I don’t even know what to do with it, but I don’t have to. Taylor is in charge. He knows. All I need to do is submit while he presses his lips across my cheeks, neck and breasts, while he spreads me wide and delivers every inch of his cock into my soaked valley, while he fucks me hard like he’s possessed by me somehow. And simply allowing myself to become his slave sends me right over the edge.
“I’m coming!”
He grips me harder as I go off. I feel his cock flex within me.
“So am I.”
I should panic. I’m not on the pill, and he’s going to shoot inside me.
But I don’t panic. In fact, I welcome it.
My orgasm ignites and explodes like a thousand fireworks and is instantly amplified by the hot sensation of Taylor’s strong, sticky seed erupting from the crown of his cock. His body grinds hard against mine as he coats my walls with his load, his shaft flexing over and over, again and again as I contract down on him, the both of us rocking together in unfathomable ecstasy. His strong arms snare me in an enamored embrace as we both begin to come back to our senses.
“What a good little girl,” he pants. “Coming like that for your daddy.”
My ovaries scream once more.
Procreation instincts flare deep down in my core.
Daddy.
No one has ever called himself that around me, and if you’d asked me up until now how I’d feel about it, I would have said it probably would have given me the ick. But not now. Not this time. Now I’m licking my lips while I sob my eyes out and his spend drips out of me, rolling down my thighs until it’s washed away by the water raining down on both of us.
“Yes, Daddy.” The word coming out of my mouth is somehow even hotter. “That was incredible.”
I’ve found him. A man I can truly give myself over to.
I feel his smile in his kiss at the base of my neck.
“You know what I just remembered?” I ask him, slumping my head down on his muscled shoulder.
“What’s that, sweet thing?”
I almost laugh at how ridiculous it is. “I have to go to work soon.”
4
TAYLOR
TWO WEEKS LATER…
I’m in deep. I’m drowning.
I’ve lost perspective, and now I don’t think I’ll be able to get myself out.
I thought I’d could to pretend when it came to Layla. Pretend she’s just another mission asset. But I thought wrong. I started losing it when I was merely watching her from afar. Stalking her for the first three weeks. Now we’ve been officially together for two, and I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.
My cover story is that I work construction. The CIA has phone numbers and agents who will verify that if anyone ever checked up on me. I lie and tell Layla that’s where I go every day when she’s working her job at the store, but in reality, I’m always close by. She’s never been out of my sight. Whether I’m parked across the street and watching her from my truck, standing beneath a tree with my hat low and sunglasses on, or following her as she drives so I always know precisely where she is, I’m always watching.
As I stare across the street at her now, my cock is suffocating beneath my denim, screaming to be let loose so it can be inside her again. It’s been eight hours since I had her bent over her countertop in her apartment, my thighs slapping against her ass as I pounded her through three mind-shattering orgasms–but that might as well be eight days to me. There’s only so long I can go without having Layla, and I’m approaching my limit.
Thankfully, she’s closing up shop now. I watch as she locks up the register, then pulls out her phone as she steps out the front door. Mine vibrates from the seat beside me. I grin as I answer and watch her walk down the block to her car, the swaying of her hips beginning to hypnotize me.