Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
My cock aches at the sight of her, at her red hair wrapped in my fist, at the way she arches on each impact. I had no idea how erotic this could be.
“Such a perfect little brat.” I slap her a few more times, then drop to my knees and kiss her ass. Running my lips across the redness and massaging her with my hands, taking the sting away as I give in to my need to taste her. All of her.
Spreading her legs wider, I see her glistening cunt, the pinkness of it, how swollen it is. Because she wants this. Me. So I give her my tongue. Slowly at first, lapping at her wetness as she moans.
“Does it hurt here, little brat?” I lick her cunt.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you need a daddy to kiss it better?” The words roll off my tongue before I can really think about them. Another thing I had no idea before her that would get me this fucking hard.
Her breath hitches. “Tiernan.”
I lick her long and slow. “You taste so good.” I grip her hips. “Spread for Daddy.”
She moves her legs farther apart, and I dive in, licking and sucking her tender flesh, grazing her clit with my tongue and then impaling her.
She quivers, her red ass shaking as I dive deeper and deeper. When I slide two fingers into her slick cunt, she moans long and low.
“You like to be finger-fucked, little brat?” I pulse in and out of her.
“Yes,” comes out in a whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, why is that so sexy? I can’t help it. I love it when she calls me that.
I tongue her again, sucking her delicious juices into my mouth and using my thumb to rub her tight asshole.
Her thighs shake, her body coiling tighter, and when I go lower and suck her clit into my mouth, she comes, her body unwinding in long waves of moans and releasing any tension. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as I keep licking her, tasting every drop of her pleasure as she shatters. I could do this all fucking day.
“Tiernan.” Her voice shakes as she tries to scoot away from me.
I grip her hips and give each of her ass cheeks an open-mouth kiss and a bite.
She shudders, and I stand, my cock so hard it might break.
“Let that be a lesson about keeping that pretty cunt to yourself.” My voice trembles with need, with the desire to shove my cock deep into her pink slit, but I force myself to back away. I’ve already gone too far, done too much.
But as I look down at her, spent and panting on my bed, I can’t help but admire my handiwork on her beautiful body. The red ass, wet cunt, and sated exhaustion of my perfect little brat.
7
DAPHNE
“You okay?” Bells bumps my shoulder with hers. Her giant cat Leonard lies at her feet, snoozing. When I say giant cat, I don’t mean it in the sense that he’s cute and fluffy either. He’s truly giant. I guess I would be knocked out too, if I put away as many steaks as that cat did.
After we ate dinner, the others went back to their bedrooms. I swear it’s like honeymoon season around here. It’s utterly adorable how all the men hover over their women. It’s not only the protectiveness that they show, but the fact that it seems as though they can’t stop touching them. You'd swear the girls have all the lost secrets in the world, and the men are waiting to hear what might come from their mouths next.
“Yeah, I’m good.” That’s a lie. I’m far from okay. I’m not sure what I am at the moment, to be honest. Tiernan didn’t even look my way during dinner. Which I don’t understand, because he’s the one who made me get up to go have dinner in the first place.
He kept harping on the fact that I hadn’t eaten all day. I, of course, told him he was wrong, because I snagged an apple when I got my water to do my yoga. But he still insisted we go and eat with everyone. I have no clue how I crashed after our little episode in his bedroom. That’s what I’m calling it, because I don’t know what else to call it.
Even though I was in a daze, I got dressed in the clothes he tossed onto the bed for me. I wasn't moving at a speed he was okay with, apparently, because he grabbed my sweater and put it on me before he pulled me from the room.
We walked hand in hand until we approached the dining room. He let my hand go when we entered. I’m still wondering about that. Did he not want anyone to know he’s attracted to me? Or maybe he’s afraid I'll tell them he likes to spank girls and have them call him Daddy? I would never tell a soul. I still have no idea where that even came from. But I know that my whole body responded to his words and loved the power he somehow has over me.