Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Me?” she squeaked.
“Yes. Take them off,” he repeated with heat in his voice.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, she didn’t have room to stand. She looped her fingers in the sides of her panties and wiggled around to slide the wisp of material over her hips. As soon as she reached mid-thigh, Caesar took over. Whisking them off, he held the fabric to his nose and inhaled.
It was such an animalistic gesture that it touched something deep inside her. “I need you, Daddy.”
Caesar rose to his feet, dropping the lacy garment to the floor. “Scoot back to the pillows,” he growled.
She could see his cock pressed against his slacks. Isla followed his directions but never looked away from his chiseled body. He dealt with his pants quickly and eased his boxer briefs away from his thick erection. As she watched him step out of his shoes and clothing, she remembered the jagged scar on his thigh. It did nothing to lessen his sex appeal. The battle wound only made him seem stronger and fiercer.
Free, he crawled up the bed to cage her with his body. Her hands rubbed over his form, tracing the muscled grooves of his broad chest and abdomen. Her mind marveled at the raw strength that his form contained. He lowered himself to her body, supporting most of his weight on his forearms. She loved the feeling of being pinned underneath him.
He kissed her hard before sizzling her skin by trailing more kisses down the line of her throat. Caesar paused in the hollow of her throat. She knew he could feel how fast her heart was beating. He bit her skin lightly as if staking his claim, and her body responded with a gush of arousal.
Automatically, she raised her pelvis to rub against him—needing more. He shifted his thigh between her legs, and she ground herself against him.
“Please,” slipped out of her mouth.
“No rushing Daddy,” he chided her.
“Daddy!”
His mouth closing around her nipple erased whatever she’d been about to say. The heat of his lips as he sucked the small tip into his mouth made her freeze in place, hoping he’d never stop but wanting so much more. She threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair to hold him to her breast. When he released that peak with a pop, she rolled slightly to offer him her other breast. He repeated his attention to that sensitive mound, dragging his day-old beard against her skin.
Isla loved the feel of his slightly rough hands. He had working hands that scrubbed the floor and hull. She’d watched his power in motion as he’d wrestled with rough ropes to tether the boat. Now, as his fingers caressed her, she loved the extra stimulation.
“Please, please, please,” she begged as he continued to torture her with his mouth.
When he released her nipple, he gave a light chuckle and shook his head before kissing a path down her body, scooting lower with every nibble until he held her thighs parted widely and set his lips on her clit.
Isla cried out at the sensation, her eyes rolling back as he flicked his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. She was going to come, and she had never come this quickly before in her life. Nor had any man brought her to orgasm with his mouth on her pussy.
Caesar hummed against her swollen, sensitive folds, driving her arousal higher. A moment later, he thrust his tongue into her channel.
She grabbed his shoulders and cried out, “Oh, God!”
Her Daddy released her thigh with one hand and thrust two fingers into her as he resumed suckling her clit, and that was it. She couldn’t control the orgasm that broke free, shaking her entire body with its power.
Panting and unable to form words, Isla stared at her Daddy as he lifted his head.
“You are so perfect, Little Fish.” After wiping his lips on the sheets, he crawled up her body and nestled his erection against her swollen folds.
She flattened her palms on his lower back and smoothed them up his muscular body. Damn, he was built. When she reached his shoulders, she gripped him and lifted her gaze. “You’re not moving.”
He smiled. “I’m admiring your expression. I want to memorize it.”
She squirmed beneath him. “Can you memorize it after you finish what you started?”
He chuckled. “So eager.”
“Yes.” She lifted her hips, trying to get more pressure. The orgasm he’d given her had been powerful, but she was by no means done. She craved him inside her even more than she had before.
Caesar pushed up onto his hands and knees, kissed her quickly, and then reached over to open a drawer on his nightstand. After snagging a foil packet, he straightened to kneel between her legs, watching her intently while he rolled the condom down his thick shaft.