Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
"Drake," I whimper. "Please."
He chuckles darkly. "Oh, you don't have to beg," he says, his fingers pushing my panties aside and slipping into my folds. "I'm going to give you everything you want."
His fingers tease my clit, making my hips buck and my breath hitch. His thumb presses down on my clit while he slides two fingers inside of me, and my entire body tenses, pleasure coursing through me. I can feel myself tighten around his fingers, my body squeezing his touch, and he groans against my lips.
There's a tiny bit of pain from the stretch, and then it's gone as soon as it arrives, washed away in the absolute enormity of everything Drake is making me feel. I huff in frustration when his hand pulls away from my pussy, but then he moves down my body.
Drake's lips are on my collarbone, hands slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders until I'm bare for him from the waist up. A string of curses leaves his lips as he sees my black lace bra, my nipples hard and visible through the fabric. His hands slide under my back, and he kisses my skin as he undoes my bra. I arch my back, giving him better access, and he growls low in his throat when the bra slips off, and my breasts are revealed to him.
"So fucking gorgeous," he whispers. His lips graze the curve of my breast, and his hand is hot and hard as it cups me, fingers teasing my nipple and making me gasp. "I've dreamed of seeing you like this for so long."
"Me too," I breathe. My hands move up to grip his hair. "Touch me, Drake. Please."
He smirks at me, the expression feral and full of desire. “Watching you walk around the office in those short skirts, your hair falling around your face while you type at your computer, bent over and just begging for me to fuck you..."
Any other time, his words would be enough to make me melt into a puddle of need, but the reminder that we are employer and employee is unwelcome right now. He must sense me stiffen because Drake looks up at me, considering.
"You don't like that, do you? Thinking about who we are to each other outside of this bed."
I shake my head.
"Then let me be someone else for you, sweet Ellie." His voice lowers into a growl that I've never heard before. Can this really be my Drake, the arrogant, always-grinning Drake Evans? "Here, when we're together like this, you can call me Daddy."
My lips part, and I can feel myself flush. He's watching me closely, waiting for a response. What should feel taboo just feels … right. It’s a pattern my lust-addled brain is starting to notice—everything with Drake feels easy. Feels right. If he wants to take care of me, give me everything here in bed together, to be Daddy to me, I can do that. I trust him. "Okay, Daddy," I finally breathe.
Drake's eyes flutter closed. When they open again, they're almost black with desire. "Fuck," he growls. "Say that again, baby girl."
"Daddy." I grin, liking the sound of that on my tongue. "You like that?"
"I love it."
"Good." I run my hands through his hair. "Now, why don't you take these off me so you can get better acquainted with what's underneath?"
Drake groans. "Yes, baby girl."
I like that nickname, too.
He kisses me again and slides my dress down my body, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties. The cool air of the room hits my bare skin, and I feel flush, on display. Drake stands, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.
"Holy shit," he breathes. "You're perfect." He cups my breasts, and his hands feel rough and perfect against my soft skin. "I've thought about this for so long," he whispers, dropping to his knees so he can lick my nipples.
"How long?" I whisper, the words clipped when his tongue swirls around the tips of my breasts, the sensation going straight to my core.
"Too fucking long." He smirks. "Sit up for me, Ellie, and spread those perfect fucking legs. It's time for Daddy to show you how good it can be."
"Yes, Drake."
"Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Fuck," he growls. "You don't even know what you do to me."
Slowly, he moves down until his hands are on my knees, his mouth leaving a searing line of kisses past my belly button. Lower until his lips meet my mound, still covered by my panties.
"Mmm, I think I'd like to see you wet for me. Let's see how soaked your perfect little cunt is for me, baby girl."
My heart pounds, and I watch him, eyes wide, as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. He brings them to his face and inhales, groaning when he breathes in my scent.