Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I pull her miniscule shorts off—time to get down to business.
I press one hand between her shoulder blades and start a proper spanking—hard, fast strokes meant to challenge her.
She gasps and twists, stamps her bare feet on the fluffy shag rug.
Seeing my handprints bloom on her flesh gets me rock hard. I keep spanking, steady and unforgiving, until she’s panting and her ass is rosy pink.
Only then do I let myself touch between her legs.
Sopping wet. She’s slick and swollen and begging to be taken.
It may seem backwards, but I can’t take her without asking. Words need to be spoken now—it’s time to untwist my tongue.
“What do you need, pretty girl?” My voice comes out sounding deep and gravelly.
“You.” She answers without hesitation.
“You want my cock, baby?” I give it a hard squeeze through my jeans.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My dick surges at her pet name for me. I scramble to pull out a condom and sheath myself before I rub at her entrance. She spreads her legs wider in invitation, but I have to stop and take in the picture she makes. She’s fucking beautiful—my petite, lean-muscled fire warrior in the most submissive posture imaginable. Her small hands curl at her lower back, wide stance revealing the dew glistening between her legs.
I’m humbled by how willingly she gives herself to me—especially because I know it’s not in character for her. Lia Burke doesn’t roll over for anyone.
I ease into her, but the moment I’m engulfed in her wet heat, I lose all control. Thought vanishes. It’s just my body and hers—a magnificent joining, the mutual giving and receiving. A humming of pleasure starts in my ears. Or am I making the sound with my throat? I don’t know. All I know is I want to claim Lia in every way possible. I need more, even, than what we have. I want to be her man. Her daddy. Her everything.
I grasp her elbows to leverage into her harder and faster, my balls tightening for release.
“Fuck. Lia. Fuck!”
I come, forgetting to make sure she came first, but she’s right with me, her tight channel squeezing my dick, making me lose my everloving mind.
Pleasure explodes and I fall forward, bracing my torso with my arms beside her on the bed. I bite her shoulder and her pussy contracts some more, milking more cum out of me.
“Beautiful girl,” I murmur. “Nobody’s ever made me come this hard.”
“Me neither,” she mumbles into the bedspread.
Remembering her position, I scramble to get off and unbuckle her wrists.
She doesn’t move. I ease out and dispose of the condom.
She still doesn’t move.
“Baby? You asleep already?”
She mumbles something incoherent.
I chuckle and scoop behind her knees to lift her onto the bed.
“I’m so tired,” she murmurs against my neck.
“I know, little dragoness. Me too.” I pull back the covers and settle her in the center of the bed.
She tugs me down with her. “You should stay. It’s too late to go home.”
I hadn’t planned on staying, but she’s right. I’m fuck-tired and now that I’ve come, my eyes will barely stay open. I kick off my jeans and flop down beside her, and I’m asleep in an instant.
Lia
I adore waking to the feel of Blaze beside me in bed. He’s lying on his back, sleeping hard. There’s something so satisfying about having a huge man in my bed. Not just any huge man—a freaking stallion of a man. And the guy who just barges in, ties me up and spanks my ass without saying one single word.
I kinda love him.
His cock twitches when I move in the bed, and I get a streak of naughty in me and reach for it. I put my hand inside his boxer briefs to fist around the base. He automatically pushes into my grip before his eyes even crack.
“That’s dangerous.” There’s gravel in his voice and, like last night, no smile on him.
“Oh yeah?” I purr, sliding my fist up and down his length.
“Mmm.” He pushes up to his elbows and runs a hand across his stubble. “Playin’ with fire.”
“I guess you know that’s a habit for me.” I cup his balls. A drop of pre-cum forms on his slit.
Now I see a twitch of his lips.
“Gonna get yourself fucked hard, little girl.” His growly warning makes my pussy squeeze and lift.
“What if I wanted to ride shotgun?” I ask, swinging a leg across his hips to straddle him.
His eyes grow dark, hands reach for my waist. “Is that what you want, little girl?”
“Is it an option?” My heart’s increased in speed, like I’m testing boundaries here. Does he only do spanky sex? Does he always have to be in charge?
I’m too afraid to ask the real question that’s been nagging me since we started this game—what does this all mean to him?
He drops his hand down over the side of the bed, like he’s feeling for something. “Pretty hard to deny you anything.” His hand returns with a condom.