Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
A primal groan resonates from deep within my chest. “Oh my fucking God, baby girl, your cunt is beautiful.”
I palm my dick through my cargo pants, watching her rub her clit and finger her juicy pussy. She bites her lip, her sea-green gaze trained on my fist, mapping the shape and size of my cock.
“You like watching me rub my cock, little girl?”
Kenzie nods.
“Say yes,” I growl.
“Yes,” she whines. “I want to see it.”
“Not yet, baby. First, I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me, baby girl? Can you come for Daddy?”
Her eyes widen. I hadn’t meant to use the D-word and now I’m afraid I’ve struck the wrong nerve. But then her mouth opens, forming that telltale oh-shape. She rubs small, quick circles over her stiff little clit.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My cock aches. “Good girl.”
She fingers herself harder, hips rocking as her eyes pinch shut. I feel my balls tighten as I imagine my own fingers in place of hers, thrusting inside her, teasing her climax out into the open where I can watch it play out across her body like a light show.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming so hard...”
Kenzie shudders and moans with the force of her orgasm. I squeeze my cock to the point of pain, the way I imagine her cunt would grip me if I was inside her right now. I have no idea whether Kenzie would’ve called me Daddy if she wasn’t drunk, but now that I’ve heard it, I’m dying to hear her say it again.
The role of Daddy is the culmination of every function I aim to play in her life. Caregiver meets protector meets the man who knows all the right buttons to press to ensure she falls asleep wearing a satisfied smile every night.
“I could watch you play with your pussy every night for the rest of my life, baby girl.” I permit myself to push a lock of hair back from her dewed brow. She leans into my touch. “You did such a good fucking job, coming for Daddy.”
I bring her hands close so I can kiss them, nibbling on her fingertips and sucking some of her wetness into my mouth. Her nectar meets my tongue, and a groan like distant thunder rumbles through me.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. Did you make all this for me?”
Kenzie sighs sleepily.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her eyes fall closed and her chin drops to her chest, bouncing twice before finally landing to rest.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve watched McKenzie sleep. She’s not one to let her guard down, and considering what she’s been though, I understand. But after the workout she just put herself through, she deserves to sleep for as long as she needs to.
I adjust myself so that my pants are no longer cutting off circulation to my dick, then turn off the dome light and restart my truck.
McKenzie sleeps the rest of the drive back to my house.
After parking in the driveway, I hop out to open the front door so I won’t have to fumble with the handle while I’m trying to carry her inside. I don’t bother trying to put her pants back on before gathering her up and bringing her into the house.
She whines softly as our combined weight hits the creaky bottom step.
“Shh,” I whisper. “It’s all right, baby. I’ve got you.”
I carry her upstairs to my bedroom. I could just as soon put her in one of the furnished guest rooms, but I want her in my bed tonight, even if I’m not planning on sharing it with her. I lay her down on the sheet, then draw the blanket over her lower half.
She stirs as I turn to leave.
“Austin?”
I smile down at her. “Go back to sleep, Kenzie.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just gonna check on a few things before I go to bed.”
“I’ll come with you.” She pulls the blanket off and blinks down at her bare legs. “Where are my pants?”
“In my truck. I’ll grab ‘em.”
“Wait.” She holds out her hand. I grasp it gently, and she tilts her head back, offering her lips to kiss.
At least, that’s what I think she’s doing, until she lays her hand on my dick.
I guide her away from my pants.
“You’re still drunk, baby.”
“I’m barely tipsy.” She does seem more lucid now than she was on the drive over, but slightly less drunk isn’t the same as sober.
I cup her chin, pressing my thumb to the center of her lip.
“Go back to sleep, baby girl.”
Her tongue slips out to wet my thumb. I suck in a breath.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want to do this.”
She shifts to the edge of the bed and reaches for my belt buckle. Watching her tease the leather tongue free is a beautiful sight to behold—almost as beautiful as when she lowers the zipper.