Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“You know you are making my cock ache. Like you did yesterday, riding me like you did. Naughty girl. You were teasing me too, weren’t you?”
I cling to the front of his shirt as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as the brush of his shirt against my soaking hot flesh nearly sets me off. “I was supposed to tease you. But you’re different. I wanted your touch. I wanted so much from you.”
“And you’re going to get it, little one. I’m going to give you everything.” His voice is thick and warm against my ear. “Daddy’s going to give you one very special thing today.”
He carries me down a long hall to a door at the end that’s standing open, and inside is a bedroom the size of a basketball court, with a bed in the center and the same soaring ceiling as in the living room, rough rafters criss-crossing everywhere.
I know what’s about to happen. I’m innocent in so many ways, but I know a lot. Book smart, I guess, in the ways of things. Between men and women. You don’t grow up in my sort of world without knowing way more than you should, at far too young an age, about sex.
It seemed like everyone but me was getting busy. In every tent, camper and up against the back walls of the stages where we played, men and women in every sort of mixture were fornicating.
Even as I grew older, it just never felt right to me. The sex just for the sex. There was something missing, no man ever ignited what Merrick has inside me, and I want to follow it to the ends of the earth.
I don’t know how this will all turn out, but right now all I can think about is a life with Merrick. And, stupid fantasy or not, I’m going with it.
The back wall of the bedroom is all windows that slide open, the early morning glow showing the outlines of the forest beyond making you feel like you’re in a tree house. The thick woods filter the light and bring in the natural, woodsy scent that mixes with Merrick’s spicy cologne.
The warmth of the room melts me as lusty heat pumps through my veins. Merrick lays me down on the bed, retreating a step, still looking at me like I’m that juicy steak he cooked earlier.
His gaze is heavy and the silence fills the air as he stares, unmoving, and out of nervousness I slide my knees together, eliciting a deep snarl from the stoic man standing at the foot of the bed.
“Don’t do that. Daddy needs a view.” He steps forward and my heart skips as he peels the nightdress the rest of the way down my body, then hooks his fingers in my panties and tugs them down my thighs, then off my ankles. He brings them to his face, inhaling, then takes them away just long enough to speak. “No hide and seek with what’s mine, little one. We will play lots of wonderful games, but never a game that keeps you from me. Do you understand?” he asks, then tosses my panties onto the nightstand.
“I think so,” I whisper, but I’m distracted when he unbuttons his shirt, nearly tearing it off before reaching down and yanking my ankles apart, placing them in distinct positions, high and wide, then following with heavy hands, pushing my knees wide.
There’s a deep scar on his mid-section and several more small ones that dot his torso.
“Right there,” he growls, kicking off one boot, then the other, bending down to pull his socks off and God, his body is everything.
“What happened?” I manage, wanting to know as much about him as he seems to want to know about me.
“High speed chase and a semi. Lost my spleen, gave me some perspective. Let me know, we’re all immortal.” He looks at me like I’m a Goddess and I want to be immortal with him.
He’s not sculpted per se, not like one of those perfect men on the covers of books and fitness magazines. He’s better. Strong, thick, there’s muscle there but it’s not for show. It’s for real use.
He’s has a layer of bulkiness over the hard muscle, making him a contrast of strength and comfort. His wide chest is decorated with just enough dark hair for my fingers to twitch, longing to touch it.
His gaze is furious, intent, lustful, making me so wet it’s leaking out of me as a red blush heats my cheeks, knowing he can probably see the effect he’s having on me.
He leaves his pants in place, but I can see the outline of his thick erection and it only makes me want him more, my knees starting to quiver as I hold myself open for him.