Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
She’s also not in the bathroom.
After the energetic night we just had, I figured we’d both sleep until noon today.
Resigned to getting up, I pull on some sweats and pad out to the kitchen, then lean my shoulder against the wall, cross my arms over my chest, and take her in.
Not only is Dani in the kitchen, but she’s wearing nothing but my T-shirt. Her hair’s up in a twist on her head, and her hips move back and forth in time with the song playing on her phone, which is on the island.
I didn’t plan on her. I didn’t plan on opening up myself or my daughter to anyone, ever. We were doing just fine by ourselves.
But I also didn’t plan on Dani moving back home and stealing the breath from my lungs. Yeah, I’ve wanted her for a long time, but I didn’t think I’d have her.
And now that she’s here, I’m never letting her go.
She spins to grab an oven mitt, and when she sees me standing here, she doesn’t startle.
She smiles.
My kitten fucking smiles.
“Hey.” She licks her finger, watching me as I push away from the wall and stalk toward her. “I was hungry.”
“I am, too.” My eyes move from her head to her bare toes and back again. “What do you have on under my shirt, sweetheart?”
Dani smirks and turns to pull something out of the oven, bending over, giving me a view of her gorgeous little pussy.
“I made a quiche,” she says, and tries to turn, but I’m right behind her, and I press her back to my front. “I thought you were hungry.”
“I am.” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lower my lips to her neck and press a damp kiss there, grinning when goose bumps rise on her flesh. “I’m fucking starving.”
“This only has to cool for about ten minutes.”
“Hmm. I might need just a little longer than that.”
“Quiche isn’t good cold.” She moans and tips her head back against my shoulder as my hands dive under the shirt, over her warm skin. “Bridger.”
“I have something else in mind for breakfast.”
I pick her up and carry her around to the other side of the island and set her down.
“Are you going to eat my pussy?”
My whole body jerks. My cock is unbearably hard. My eyes narrow on her smirking, beautiful face.
“You know I love your dirty mouth.”
She bites her lip and spreads her legs in an invitation that literally no man could pass up.
“Yeah, kitten, I’m going to eat your fucking pussy for breakfast.” I squat in front of her and lick her, one long swipe from her entrance to her clit, making her moan and grab the back of my head. I move my face back and forth, and she cries out my name as her thighs want to lock around my head. “I’m fucking obsessed with your cunt. I can’t get enough of it. I could eat it and nothing else for the rest of my life, and die a happy man.”
“Holy fuck, you’re good at that.” My eyes fly to hers, as aroused by her filthy mouth as I am by her body. “Chief.”
I pull away and bite the inside of her thigh. “Oh, I see. You woke up with your sassy pants on.”
“I’m not wearing any pants at all.” She bats those sexy-as-hell eyelashes at me as I stand, then lean in to kiss her lips.
“Do you taste yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you like that?”
“I do.”
“Say it. Say, I like the way my pussy tastes on your mouth, Bridger.”
She swallows, reaching down to grab my cock, and I let her stroke it, up and down.
“I love the way my pussy tastes on your mouth, Chief.”
I growl and take her mouth again as she chuckles against me.
“I like the punishments,” she whispers against my lips. “Does it really make you mad?”
“It’s unsettling, but no. It doesn’t make me mad, baby.”
She guides me to her opening, and I can’t resist pushing inside, bottoming out as her legs wrap around my hips, tugging me closer.
“You’re so damn snug and perfect.”
I rock into her, press my thumb to her clit, and grin when she starts to clamp around me, and just as she’s about to come, I pull out and take my thumb away, making her gasp.
“Bridger.”
“You wanted the punishment,” I remind her. “One orgasm for every time you’ve called me chief, and you’re at two today, so we’ll be edging you for a while.”
“Fuck,” she mutters, making me laugh.
Rather than pushing back inside her, I squat again and French-kiss her, inhaling her delectable scent, lapping at her tender, most intimate place. Licking at her clit, I press a finger inside of her pussy and feel the tremors there.
Dani moans.
“Ah, baby. You have the prettiest little pussy.”
“Bridger.” Her hand fists in my hair, but she doesn’t pull me to her. She’s holding on, the way I was yesterday. “Please.”