Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"Can't help it," she moans, craning her head back to give me more room.
I lick a line down her throat, tugging the top of her t-shirt aside with my teeth to expose her collarbone. The tip of my tongue rests in the dip like it was made to taste that exact spot. Goddamn, she tastes like strawberries and cream everywhere. I nip that bone, dry humping her like a teenager on a first date.
"Tell me, baby doll," I murmur, kissing a trail up her jaw. Her skin is soft as silk. "Did you touch your pussy in my bed?"
"I…"
"Answer me, Devin."
"N-no," she says. Most people have tells. Even those who think they're good liars have little signs that give them away when they're being dishonest. As a lawyer, I'm trained to spot them. Devin doesn't have little signs. Hers are big enough to signal Mars. She averts her gaze, unable to look me in the eye while telling a lie. Her voice trembles. She's lying through her teeth.
"Don't lie to me," I growl, nipping at her ear. "You slipped your hand into your panties right here in my bed and touched your pussy, didn't you?"
"Yes!" she sobs.
Ah, goddamn.
"Did you think about me, princess?" I ask, desperate to know.
Did you think about daddy? Were you taking his cock like a good little princess?
That's what happens in mine. She slips into daddy's bed and lets him have his way. I worship her perfect body and leave her dripping with my cum. And when she's so blissed out, she can't possibly take another drop of pleasure…then I take mine. I carry her to the bathroom and clean her up. I pamper and spoil her.
She's more mine in those moments than ever before, so trusting and open, so vulnerable. Goddamn, if that's not what makes me cum like a freight train every time. The thought of taking care of her. Of being the one responsible for meeting her every need. I want to be the reason the sun rises and sets in her world. It's fucked up. I know it is. But I want it anyway.
"Jude," she whines.
"Tell me," I growl in her ear. "I want to know what you did in my bed, little girl."
"I t-touched myself," she sobs, raking her hands down my back. "I t-t-thought about you! I'm sorry."
"Are you?"
"No," she hiccups.
If I weren't so fucking turned on, I'd laugh at the defiant pout in her voice. Instead, I groan, rocking my hips into hers. I shouldn't be touching her like this. I shouldn't be kissing her like this or talking to her like this. But she's sweet enough to tempt a saint and I can't stop now. God help me, I can't stop.
"Kiss me, princess," I breathe. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
She eagerly tips her face up to mine, a sweet little lamb to the sacrifice.
I seam my lips to hers, somehow finding salvation and damning my soul in the same breath. She's soft and sweet, breathing her breath into my lungs with an excited whimper I feel in my bones. My stomach clenches, my cum spilling into my boxers. They're a mess now, soaked with the evidence of what she does to me.
I sink into her kiss like a man submerging himself in a baptismal font. Calm settles over me, the rest of the world disappearing. For one perfect moment, I know what it means to be perfectly at peace. And then she makes the sweetest little sound of delight and my cock throbs with need. Obsession pours through me like liquid fire, annihilating any chance I had of resisting her. It burns to ash in seconds, unable to withstand the power of her kiss.
I growl against her lips, sinking deeper. My hips crash into hers, riding the hard ridge of my dick against her cunt. The bedsprings squeak as I hump her like a fucking dog in heat—pumping, pumping, pumping. I can't stop. I won't. This little princess is mine.
"Jude, Jude," she sobs beneath me, her voice rising like an aria. She moves with me, squirming and wiggling, grinding her pussy against my cock. I don't have to ask to know she's never been touched. I can smell the virginity on her. I can taste it. She's artless, innocent. But she wraps those long legs around my hips and bounces against my dick like she knows exactly how to get herself off using daddy's cock.
"Don't stop, princess," I snarl, dipping my head to lick and bite her tits through her t-shirt. "You grind that pussy on this dick until you come. You'll sleep in wet panties tonight, so you remember the punishment next time you think about lying to me."
She sobs my name again, louder this time. It's not the one I want to hear though. I've already crossed too many lines with her. For a split second, I try to convince myself not to cross this one too. A split second is all that battle with my conscience lasts. This little princess is mine. It's time she knows it too.