Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Fast. Fast. Faster.
“Oh Jesus,” he pants, his middle finger finding my back entrance and jiggling it. “Please don’t stop, princess. I’m so close.”
“So am I,” I purr, lapping at his mouth. “I’m going to spend the rest of the day with my panties all wet from my come.”
“Yes.”
“I won’t be able to sit or stand without thinking of you.” I slide my knees wider on the seat and bear down with more insistency, watching his pupils expand to the size of dimes. Humping. Humping. “Come to think of it, I never move without thinking of you.” I tease his tongue with a tasting kiss, pulling away before he can deepen the contact. “You and this Daddy cock that gets so hard for its little girl.”
His energy turns molten, a groan wrenching from his throat.
I don’t call him Daddy all the time.
I don’t refer to myself as little girl all the time, either.
But when I do?
He boils over, like he’s doing now, panting and yanking me up, up, up his erection with frantic hands. “Shit, oh shit, oh shit, it’s coming.”
My own orgasm rears its head back in the face of his open pleasure and I grind on him, my breath hitching in my throat. A roar kicks off in my ears, thighs turning to shaky gelatin and the tickle, oh God the tickle—
“Daddy!”
“Oh God!” His hips ram upward, bouncing me repeatedly. Ten, eleven, twelve bounces, his eyes feasting on my bare breasts. “Petra!” With my buttocks in a bruising grip, he drags me up against his fountaining arousal, which dampens the front of his uniform pants, his teeth gritted with pleasure/pain. “Princess. Such a good princess for me. Rub it right there. Fuck. That’s been in there all day, waiting for you to come let it out.”
I melt down onto my big, beautiful husband, laying open-mouthed kisses on his throat and collarbone, my own body still tremoring from my climax.
“We’re going to get caught someday,” I giggle into his dress jacket.
He releases a gusty, contented sigh. “Worth it.”
We gaze into one another’s eyes and share a laugh. “I love you so much,” I whisper.
Barry sobers, pulling me hard against his chest and mashing a kiss to my forehead. “I love you more every single day, Petra.” He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, his eyes glazed with unshed emotion. “Let’s go get the kids and go home.”
I nuzzle his chest. “Best plan ever.”
“Second-best plan.” He brushes my hair back. “Top of the list was bringing you to that wedding.”
THE END