Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to leave,” I say.
He trails his fingers down my arm, all the way to my wrist. Gently, he guides my hand out of my panties.
My fingers shine in the lamplight.
Every inch of my skin burns with embarrassment as he takes in the wet evidence of my desire. Before I even realize what’s taking place, he’s sucking my fingers into his mouth.
He growls; it’s the only word to describe the primal noise that rumbles from his chest. The sound triggers a cascade of internal responses within me. I hump the air.
Cal runs the backs of his knuckles along the crotch of my panties.
“Who’s your daddy, Holly?” he asks. “Who do you cry for in the night to come take care of this juicy pussy?”
My eyes go wide. He must’ve heard what I said before he came into the room, which means he knew that I was masturbating before he opened the door.
He climbed into bed knowing I was touching myself.
And he wasn’t turned off by my use of the D-word.
“Come on, baby,” he says, desperation lacing his tone. “Tell me I’m not evil for wanting to make you my little girl.”
If wanting each other like this is evil, then we’re both going to hell.
And if we’re both going to hell, we might as well go all the way.
“You’re my daddy, Cal,” I whisper. “And I’m your little girl.”
Chapter Thirteen
Caleb
What kind of man knowingly drags an angel to hell with him?
What sort of monster presses his ear to the door, knowing damn well he’s got no business listening to her soft whimpers?
What kind of devil would open that door and lie down beside her in the dark, praying to God that desperation would triumph over decorum?
I never thought I’d be that sort of man, monster, devil.
But my angel brings out the devil in me.
“Say that last part again.” I close my eyes to drown out my other senses, so I can memorize the sound of her voice.
“I’m your little girl,” she says. I thought I was hard listening to her, but now the steel rod in my pants flexes something fierce.
I smooth my hand over the space between her underwear and her navel. Her belly trembles.
When I realized what she was up to behind my bedroom door, I came so close to pulling out my dick and jacking off to the sound of her whimpers. Then I heard the words, clear as day.
Take care of me Daddy... I need you.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “And Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, baby.”
I press my palm to her soaked underwear and gently squeeze her mound. She moans. Her tank top is bunched above her gorgeous tits, exposing those taut pink nipples. Her chest rises and falls with every breath. I lean down to kiss her nipple, taking the stiff peak between my lips.
She whimpers. Her hand cups the back of my head gingerly, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to touch me. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just as much hers as she is mine—and she is mine, entirely. Has been from the moment she curled up in my lap like a kitten.
I flick my tongue across her nipple. “Whose tits are these, baby girl?” I glance up at her face and find wanting there, tinged with a glint of disbelief, which I’m determined to shatter. “Are they Daddy’s?”
She gasps as I suck the hardened tip into my mouth.
“Yes, Daddy, they’re yours.”
Her words are an adrenaline shot straight to my cock. My knees sink into the bed as I brace myself above her. With my mouth on her breast, I take her hands and place them on my shoulders.
Her nails bite into my skin as I catch her flesh between my teeth, fluttering my tongue across the very tip of her nipple. She wriggles and writhes. I palm and play with her tits, switching back and forth between them, granting each one equal attention.
By the time I’m ready to move on, her nipples are stiff, puffy, and a few shades darker than they were before I tasted them.
“See that, angel?” I growl. “Even your nipples are blushing.”
She stares at her nipples in what I can only describe as wonder, like she’s never seen them so dark. I tuck my arm beneath her, raising her slightly off the bed as I glide my tongue from her breast to her navel. She laughs as I dip my tongue inside the shallow slit of her belly button.
But her laughter is short lived when she realizes I mean to continue sliding lower.
She whimpers as I lick the wet spot on her underwear. I can’t get enough of the taste of her, and I practically rip her damn panties off in my eagerness to get at her pussy. Spreading her lips with my thumbs, I press a kiss to her clit. From the look of confusion and desperation on her face, I’m willing to bet this is the first time anyone’s gone down on her.