Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
But it wasn’t rocket science and he already knew how to do it.
“You…you asked any questions about that kind of stuff when you were taking the lessons, right?” He nodded. Thank God. “And you’re comfortable with that…arrangement?”
Just because I’d always been the one to fuck him on his bed in my fantasies didn’t mean real life would work the same way.
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to like it either way.” Did I need to explain that? “I said that penetrative stuff was good. We talked about that. It’s on my list. So was having sex when we were ready.”
I hadn’t died getting that done which had been unexpected too.
Daddy snorted.
“You’re trying to damage my ego because I didn’t give you the gossip about the caterer. That’s what this is about, right?” His sigh was so dramatic he made me laugh again. “You can’t hold stuff like that against me. Gossip around here is survival of the fittest and you didn’t tell me about the guy in your class.”
My favorite part about the whole thing was that he was so ridiculous about gossip and tea party stuff that he might’ve actually been serious.
“No, Daddy.” Giving him another cheek kiss, I snuggled back into him. “Logical discussions just make me forget how sexy you are. Sorry.”
He huffed and puffed before letting out a long sigh. “I guess I can understand that I’m the only one here who finds logical discussions on getting fucked sexy.”
He was so weird.
But he was sexy when he was dramatic and being insane…and I probably needed to apologize to make it up to him. It might’ve sounded like I’d changed my mind or wasn’t turned on by him. Everything he did was sexy. I just forgot that included practical discussions too.
Kissing him seemed like a good way to start apologizing, so I pressed my lips against his neck and slowly started working my way up. “You’re always sexy, Daddy.”
Nibbling on his ear got a soft moan from him and his hands went down to cup my ass. “Are you sure? You don’t seem to be excited to finally be in my room.”
His room.
God.
It was exactly like I’d always imagined.
Sure, some of the colors were switched around but my imagination had been great, and just thinking about that brought all the crazy fantasies rushing back.
“I imagined climbing up between your legs and…and making love to you.” And sometimes fucking him, but we should probably start with lovemaking and work our way up to more aggressive things. “I don’t know why it was like that.”
Daddy hummed and squeezed my ass again as I licked around his ear. “Maybe that’s just the position you like best, maybe it’s because you want to be the caveman and claim me, maybe it’s because you were always told that loving your partner means becoming one with them.”
I huffed.
“Do not bring my mother into this discussion.”
He snickered, shrugging and giving my ass a pat. “Then tell me what I want to hear and I’ll cooperate.”
He wanted to hear it?
Wait.
What did cooperate mean?
“Define cooperate?”
He shrugged like the dramatic brat that he was.
“I’ll stop talking about…frustrating things…and instead of asking questions, I’ll lean back against the head of the bed so you can watch me playing with myself…if that’s all you want.”
Brat.
If that was all I wanted?
“What do you want?” Were we thinking about the same thing? “I know you weren’t going to rush into something like that.”
He’d gone to a BDSM club and hadn’t had penetrative sex, so his level of commitment to that was clear.
“Nothing with you is rushing, Chipmunk.” Daddy gave my ass a firm pat, chuckling when I shivered. “I thought about getting us a nice hotel room on the way back and surprising you with privacy, but considering your fantasy, what do you think about taking my virginity in my room?”
I had every intention of saying something confident and sexy, but I moaned first and the whole idea scrambled my brains.
“Daddy.”
I sounded like a shocked old lady.
His snicker said he thought so too, but he didn’t let my surprise stop him from being ridiculous again. “I thought you’d say that.”
Patting my ass, he slowly released me and stepped back just enough to lock the door and start stripping off his clothes.
Wow.
I tried not to look like an idiot, but I could feel my mouth drop open as he tossed his shirt to the floor and the rest of his clothes quickly became scattered around the room. He was walking around it like he’d just come home from school and even stretched as his briefs fell to the floor. “Much better.”
God.
That.
He.
Wow.
“I shouldn’t have to watch him change clothes in the locker room.” Reaching down, he stroked his cock as he pretended to talk to himself. “Fucking torture.”
We’d never shared a gym class in our entire lives, but it was so easy to imagine it my dick didn’t know the difference between reality and fantasy. I was so hard, I moaned as he climbed up on the bed, flopping back like he didn’t have a care in the world and grabbing his dick again. “He thinks he can walk around with that cock hanging out where everyone can see it.”