Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“It’s okay, Ivy. Together, we’re combustible. That’s how it’s supposed to be. If you don’t react to the feel of your Daddy’s body or touch, that’s when I worry—not when you need me more than your next breath.”
She nodded, not really knowing what she agreed with, but loving his words. Steele always seemed to be a step ahead of her. He just got her.
“Make love to me?” she asked.
“Eventually, Little girl. Right now, you need some playtime.”
He shifted one hand from her mound to bracket her waist with both. Sweeping under her leggings, Steele drew the stretchy fabric over her hips and down her thighs, leaving her clad only in her skimpy panties. Those he traced underneath the lacy edge along the sensitive curve of her bottom. She shivered and tried to remain above him, but his touch made it tougher every second.
“On me, sweetheart. I need to feel you against me.”
Without a second’s hesitation, she lowered herself to him and froze. She could feel his thick cock pressing against her body. The thin silk fabric of her underwear was the only thing separating her from his heated shaft.
A moan slipped from her lips as he cupped her bottom with open hands and rubbed her against him. “Please, Steele.”
“We’re not rushing this, Little girl. I haven’t had my dessert yet,” he answered as he continued to stroke her over his body.
“Dessert?” she echoed, unable to concentrate on anything else as captivating tingles gathered between her legs. Surely he couldn’t make her come just from rubbing against her panties.
Steele curled up from the couch to nibble at the cord of her throat. The searing heat of his mouth seemed to zing through her body. Ivy knew the delight his lips and tongue could lavish on her pussy. The memory of his skill dwelt in her brain as he continued to move her over him, speeding up the motion to intensify her pleasure.
Suddenly, it was all too much. Ivy combusted into a climax that seemed to shake her whole body. The pressure of her pussy against his rigid shaft was too much and not enough at the same time. She panted with need.
“I’ve got you, Ivy. I’ll make it even better.” Steele shifted her legs to the side as he sat up fully with her cradled against his torso. Capturing her lips, he kissed her deeply.
Ivy clung to his broad shoulders as she kissed him back with all the emotions swirling inside her. His hands stroked down her sides to grip the bottom of Ivy’s shirt. Ripping his mouth from hers, Steele stripped the T-shirt from her body, leaving her clad only in those drenched panties as he tossed it away.
“Damn, Little girl. You’re so beautiful.” Hooking his fingers into the sides of her last remaining garment, he tore the miniscule scrap of fabric away.
With a gasp, she sat up taller, presenting herself to his view as he reached blindly for that bowl. Ivy watched as his hand returned with a fingertip dipped in the melting creaminess. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he drew a line from her collarbone to her nipple, leaving a wet trail to the budded target. She held her breath as he leaned forward to taste the sweetness on her skin. When he took too long to kiss the path away, Ivy cupped her breasts and offered them to him.
“Please?”
“I’m going to get there, Emerald Eyes. I’m in charge.”
“But…”
“No buts, Little girl. Daddy’s in charge.”
She heard herself whimper as he continued his slow pace to his final destination. When his mouth closed over her taut peak, she gasped in reaction as his tongue swirled around her, teasing and tantalizing.
One of his hands drew a line down her stomach to the top of her mound, making her dig her fingertips into the muscles of his shoulders. Willing him to touch her more intimately, Ivy tried to hold still, but she vibrated with desire. That first orgasm had only pushed her need for Steele higher. He traced down her cleft, sliding through the slick juices gathered there. She barely breathed as he stroked through her pink folds to tap lightly on her clit.
This time, her moan interrupted his caresses. She protested when he lifted her to stand on her feet. “Don’t stop!”
“Go get me a condom, sweetheart.”
She turned on a dime and ran for the nightstand where he kept the protection. Fumbling the drawer open, Ivy grabbed a packet and pulled out three. Not waiting to separate one from the strip, Ivy turned to run back to Steele only to skid to a halt at the sight of his muscular bare butt, pointing her way as he leaned over to pull his socks off.
He stood and turned around to find her braced against the door frame with the trio of packets in her hand. “Got big plans?” he teased.