Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Yes, Daddy, y e s” she gasps, her voice quivering.
My reply is a low grunt that’s muffled as my tongue flicks against her wet, swollen lips, then plunges deep inside of her as I keep rubbing her clit with increasing pressure. She gasps and shakes wildly, grabbing my head with both hands as she writhes against my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” she cries.
Brynn shakes wildly, grips my head like her life depends on it, and lets out a long, high-pitched wail. I grab her ass, squeezing it tight as I pull her harder onto my face, savoring the taste of her as she comes. Slowly, her trembling subsides, and she stares down at me, eyes wide, a near-dazed expression on her face.
“That was amazing,” she croaks, her voice thick.
Standing up, I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She grinds against me, and the feel of her wet, soft, and slippery skin sliding against mine is driving me absolutely fucking mad. Grabbing her by the waist, I turn her around roughly and push her against the wall. She braces herself on her hands, then turns her head, staring at me over her shoulder with a sensual gleam in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she gasps. “I need it. Hard”
I step forward and drive my cock into her waiting, wet pussy. She cries out and tenses up around me, a flash of pain crosses her features. But she bites her bottom lip and pushes her ass against me, taking my rod deeper. A long, quavering breath passes her lips, and her body relaxes around me. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around my cock is almost too much for me to bear. She’s so tight and warm inside, and is dripping wet, making it easier to move in and out of her.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” I groan.
“So do you, Daddy,” she whispers.
One hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, I start to drive myself into her. We both cry out, our voices echo around the tiled shower and ring in my ears. The sound of it is so fucking erotic that I feel it course through my entire body. Reaching back, I slap her ass. Brynn squeals and moans salaciously as the echo of flesh meeting flesh bounces off the tiles.
“Fuck yes, Daddy. Do it again… harder, Daddy”
I smack her ass again, harder this time, and she gasps but pushes back into me. A third sharp crack makes her yelp and leaves a red outline of my hand on her skin, but she looks at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filled with a heat that takes my breath away.
“You’re a dirty little girl,” I groan.
“Yes, Daddy makes me dirty. Only dirty for you, Daddy”
I pound myself into her harder and faster, the sensation of my shaft sliding along the walls of her tight, wet quim unlike anything I’ve felt before. My skin is on fire, and there is electricity flowing through my veins. I feel alive in ways I never have before. The pressure in me is building, and I know if I don’t slow down or stop, I’m going to come.
But she feels too good, and I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she gasps. “Fill me up, again, Daddy.”
I grunt and thrust my cock as deep into her as I can, holding myself in her wet warmth. And all at once, I feel my cock pulse then explode. I cry out as I pump my seed deep into her. Brynn clenches around me, milking every last drop out of my cock as we come together.
Slowly, our shaking eases, and she turns around and lays her head on my chest. I hold her, gently stroking her hair as the water rains down on us. Neither of us speaks. It’s as if words will destroy the magic bubble we inhabit. And rather than fight it, I give in to the feeling.
Relishing it. Enjoying it. Enjoying her.
10
CHAPTER 10
BRYNN
Burke got up early this morning and said he was going into town to get some supplies to last us for a few days. He told me to sleep in and that when he got back, we’d take a hike. He said he has a special place somewhere out there in the endless sea of green where he goes to sit, turn off his brain and simply enjoy the beauty. And it is beautiful out here. Gorgeous, really.
I stand on the back deck of Burke’s cabin and stare at the valley below. Sunlight glints dazzlingly off the snow-capped peaks to my left. Soaring pines fill the air with the thick aroma of pine and tree sap. Having never been to the mountains before, the vast array of sensory input overwhelms me.