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)
Instead of being embarrassed, Ivy felt so comfortable with him that she twirled the strip in a circle. “I might.”
“Let’s start with one, Little girl,” he suggested, stalking forward to wrap his arms around her waist to lift her feet off the floor before returning to the couch to take a seat.
When he reached for the condoms, she held them away. Answering the silent question his arched eyebrow asked, Ivy said, “Daddy, can I have some more ice cream? I only got to taste you once.”
His hands tightened on her waist before he dropped the packets to the seat next to him and nodded. “Play, Ivy.”
She slid over his thighs, pushing the coffee table to make room, and settled on her knees between his legs. Mirroring his devastating touch, Ivy trailed her fingers from his knees along his inner thighs. When his eyes became hooded, she knew she had his full attention. Ivy leaned forward to blow a thin trail of warm breath from the root of his thick erection to the broad tip, watching it jerk in reaction. Unable to resist, she leaned in and kissed the head.
Steele threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer with a groan.
“Silly me. I forgot the ice cream,” she whispered against his skin.
“You are going to kill me,” he claimed as he loosened his hold long enough for her to turn the opposite way and scoop up a bit of the melted ice cream.
She could feel him watching her like a hawk as she turned back to him. Ivy reached out her right hand to wrap around his shaft and pull it toward her. It pulsed in her palm and she rotated her grip to leave the top bare and drew a quick inhale of breath from Steele, which turned to a low hiss as she drew a line of melted ice cream up his cock to the broad head.
She leaned forward to lick away the small lines of cream before they dropped to the floor. Steele tightened his fingers that cupped her head. Tangling his grip in her hair, he drew her mouth to the end of his erection and growled, “Open your mouth, Ivy.”
She leaned forward, loving the prickle of not quite pain as he held her securely. After pressing a light kiss to his cock, she opened her mouth around him and swooped forward to engulf as much of his thick erection as she could. Taking a shaky breath, Ivy backed away slightly.
“Relax your throat,” he sternly demanded.
Being under his control thrilled her. Eager to please him, she followed his directions. This time, she took more of his length, loving the sounds he made and the pulsing strength of the shaft inside her. As his praise wrapped around her, Ivy felt powerful and loved that she pleased him.
A small ripping sound made Ivy panic as the memory of duct tape being torn from the roll rebounded into her mind. With all her strength, she pushed back violently from Steele. Shoving the coffee table out of the way, she backed to the wall and huddled, wary. Her breath came fast and harsh as her instincts took over and Ivy assessed the room for danger.
She felt awful when she realized what she had done. It was just the two of them. Steele wouldn’t hurt her. He’d saved her.
He rose naked from the couch and stalked forward. She braced herself for reassurances and comfort. That wasn’t what she wanted or needed. He dropped to his knees before her and settled his hands on either side of her body. The fierce look on his face didn’t scare her, but gave her strength.
“Fight, Ivy. Never give in.”
She bolted to her knees and slammed her lips against his, dominating the kiss and taking control. Steele challenged her, not making it easy on her but asking for everything. Ivy pulled back and glared at him.
Steele met that look without flinching. “Whatever you need, Little girl. I’m here.”
She launched herself forward, pushing him back onto the floor. Ivy straddled his body, hovering over him. He gripped her thighs, aiding her balance as he waited to see what she would do next. When he didn’t move, she dropped to her hands and knees over him and leaned forward to bite his shoulder. His hands tightened around her before one released her and swatted her bottom sharply.
The sting drew her head up as desire flooded back into her body like a tidal wave. “I need you inside me.”
His hand searched the floor by his side. “Here.” He handed her a bright pink condom, and she realized when he’d opened it that had been the sound she’d heard.
“You put it on,” he demanded.
She rose to her knees and, with his help, fitted the rubber over his erection. His flesh throbbed in her grasp and her sense of power swelled as she settled over him, placing the broad head to her opening. Slowly, she sank down, feeling him stretch and challenge her to take him inside. His dark eyes held her captive. When her pelvis reached his, those deep brown eyes said everything.