Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“You’re sure?” His thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist are the only reason I’m able to stay where I am.
“I’m positive. Take me to bed and stop worrying.” My words must finally ring some truth to his ears. He lets out a groan, and then we’re moving. He’s marching through the house at a fast pace, not stopping until we’re in the bedroom and my back is flat on the mattress.
“Fuck, I love how my kitten looks lying in bed. It’d be even better if you were naked.” He stands between my spread legs, ripping his shirt over his head before he attacks the buttons on his jeans. His hard cock comes out, precum beading at the tip, and my tongue slides along my lower lip, remembering the taste of him in my mouth.
“I can make that happen.” I sit up, hands going to the edge of my shirt, lifting it up and over, before flicking the clasp at my back, allowing it to drop. Matthew can’t help himself anymore. I’m on my back, his hands are cupping my breasts, and he's kissing me with a rush of excitement. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this without begging for more.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin,” he says against my lips. My feet are planted in the mattress. How my shoes managed to be lost in the haste to get here, I have no idea. I’m thankful, nevertheless. I arch my hips, trying to feel more of him.
“Anywhere, please, Matthew,” I beg.
“That’s not what you call me in the bedroom, kitten, and you know it.” His voice drops, gets deeper in baritone, demanding what we both crave.
“Please, Daddy.” I moisten my lips, getting a rise out of him, and he lowers himself on my body, his mouth dragging along my fevered skin. Hot and cold burns inside of me—goose bumps on the outside, a surge of warmth on the inside.
“That’s fucking right,” he responds just as he pulls one nipple into his mouth, sucking the tip before biting it, then licking the slight pain away. Meanwhile, my hands work between us. The shorts I wore today are the athletic type that you pull on and have built-in underwear. I somehow manage to maneuver them off while simultaneously not losing my mind when Matthew’s firm grip slides down my sides, cupping my ass and lifting up as he moves down the length of my body.
“Oh fuck.” I throw my head back, eyes closing in rapture as he buries his face between my spread legs.
“One day, kitten. Once you’re adjusted to me, you’re going to get on your hands and knees without wearing a stitch of clothing and crawl toward your daddy.” His mouth has always been dirty, but this is more, and the way wetness drips from my core, it’s clear that I more than like the idea. “Fuck, you like that. Why the hell did I ever think I could resist you?”
My eyes close, my body quivers with desire, and when he slides his tongue inside my wet center, I swear I’m about to fall apart. He must sense it, too, because he backs away, moves to his haunches, and fists his cock.
“Why did you?” I don’t have much room to talk. I was busy hiding from him, too. A fat lot of good that did.
“Thought you were too young, too innocent, and wouldn’t like my way of what we have here, your sweet daddy’s, me calling you kitten. Clearly, I was fucking wrong.” He rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “Are you sure you want this, kitten?” I nod in response.
“Words, Letty. I need the words coming from your lips.” I give him what he wants. I also show him by wiggling my hips, feeling the thick mushroom-shaped tip slip inside, and wince in pain.
“I want you. I want this. I want us.” Matthew holds still, breathing through what I can only assume is to hold himself back.
“Fuck, kitten, should have asked this before.” My body locks up as worry takes hold, and I wonder what he could be questioning with both of us naked and me more than willing to have him inside me. “I’m inside you,” Matthew breathes heavily. “Bare. Do I need to pull out and grab a rubber?”
“Oh.” My mind went in a completely different direction. It makes sense, though, because while we’ve talked about some stuff, this we haven’t. “I’m covered, at least for a little while longer. Then I’ll have to see a doctor.” I try not to go into detail, but before my life went to hell in a handbasket, Mom suggested that I protect myself just in case, and I never thought I’d be thankful for that awkward conversation until now.