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)
"It's how Hollywood likes to store them,” she says.
"Whatever works." Before I can grab the foil roll back from her, Kenzie slips by me to return it to the drawer herself.
Her ass brushes the front of my pants, and all at once, I'm acutely aware of how close her body is.
The air crackles with electricity. Kenzie being so short puts her at the perfect height for me to smell her shampoo without making my attention obvious. But I get the distinct feeling she wants some attention, seeing as how she's completed her task and has yet to step away. My dick notices, too. It starts to swell, getting harder by the second. Soon there's not gonna be any distance between my cock and the luscious curves Mother Nature has so graciously bestowed onto the backside of this girl.
She rests her elbows on the island and lifts up onto her toes. I bend my knees slightly, as if on cue.
Our hips align. Her breathing hastens.
I'm not a hundred percent sure if it's me who pushes forward or Kenzie who arches back, but the instant my bulge makes contact with her perfect ass, I have to press harder.
I brace my hands on the countertop at her sides, boxing her in. She gasps as I tuck my face into the angle of her jaw and neck. Her scent is intoxicating.
“Kenzie.” I breathe her name onto her skin and then plant a kiss on the same spot.
She rocks back against me.
“Please,” she whispers. The desire bordering on desperation in her voice makes my entire body thrum with the need to give her everything she wants.
“Tell me you want this, baby,” I growl. “Tell me you want my thick, hard cock pressed between your ass cheeks.”
Kenzie nods and whines, “I want you.”
For once, nothing about this moment feels risky or wrong. She belongs here, in my home, at my mercy. I hook my thumbs through the belt loops at her hips and pull upward, using the seam of her shorts to put pressure on her clit.
“You moan so pretty for me, Kenzie.”
Gathering her hair in my fist, I tilt her head to the side. I pepper kisses along her neck as I slide my other hand between her thighs. The way she trembles when I cup her pussy betrays how turned-on she is. My little powerhouse, a sweet souped-up engine, humming just for me.
I bite and suck on her neck, savoring the taste of her skin and the salt of her sweat.
"Turn around," I rasp at her ear.
The instant her lips are in view, I'm on them, dipping my tongue into her mouth. Her small hands close around my shirt as I claim her lips and tongue the way I've been longing to since last weekend. My hands don't know where to settle as I glide them down her sides and around to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks.
"I've been aching to get my hands all over you, baby girl."
Kenzie whimpers as if I’m already touching her somewhere sensitive. When I pull back to give her a second to catch her breath, I realize how true that comparison is.
The longing on her pretty face is laced with frustration, and I'm pretty sure I know the cause. She likes it when I call her my baby girl. But I've been wary about using the term since that night in my truck because I wasn't sure if it was Kenzie or the tequila who called me Daddy.
I cradle her jaw. "You love it when I call you my baby girl, don't you, Kenzie?"
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.
“Nuh uh. A nod's not gonna cut it this time, little girl. I want to hear you say it."
She gulps. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
I don't realize how badly I've been aching to hear her say the word until she whispers, "Yes, Daddy."
Satisfaction surges through me like a fever.
I’ve never consciously identified as a Dom in the bedroom—let alone a Daddy Dom—with any of my casual partners. But I could never be casual about Kenzie. I’ve been in this for the long haul from day fucking one. She’s all I want, all I’ll ever want, and I want to be everything she needs.
Kenzie’s need for a daddy brings out the daddy in me. She calls to my dominant nature, and that nature responds with a roar.
"There's my good girl." I lift her onto the island, earning a squeal that makes my dick twitch. Her arms go around my neck as I bully her lips with a bruising kiss that demands surrender. She submits beautifully, opening her mouth for my tongue to raid and plunder. Folding her legs around my waist, she presses her body to mine. Even through her T-shirt and bra, I can feel her nipples taunting me, begging to be pinched and played with.