Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You will,” I promise, my voice rough with anticipation. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll beg for more for the rest of your life.” My fingers trace the curve of her hip, dipping lower, exploring the soft expanse of her stomach. I want to taste her skin, to feel her heat against mine. To hold her tiny body against me all night, keep my cock pinned inside her while she sleeps like a spent doll on my chest.
I rub her through the thin fabric, feeling her pulse quicken around my fingers, watching her nipples harden into rosy peaks through her blouse. A small, satisfied ache blooms in my chest. She’s exquisite, a tiny masterpiece of pink and heat and desire.
“But not like this,” I tell her, clircling her clit, watching her eyes roll back in her head, her breath hitching. “I’m going to ruin you, Tabby. You’ll be begging me for more. But not here, not now. I made promises.”
“Promises?” she challenges, but I don’t elaborate.
Instead, I apply pressure, taking cues from her breath and her little sounds. Doing more of what her body likes until she shatters. I feel her gush into my palm as I cover her mouth with my other hand. She convulses and rocks against me, using my calloused fingers for her peasure. A shudder courses through her small body, and I feel it echo in my own, a primal response. I catch her trembling body as she finally comes down, enjoying the aftershocks while committing every detail of her climax to memory. The scent of her arousal fills me in ways so satisfying I feel reborn. I press my forehead to hers, breathing in her scent, savoring the moment. She smells like heaven, like a promise fulfilled.
“No one’s touched you before this, have they?” It’s a question, but it’s also a plea. I want all her firsts the way I’m going to give her mine. Then I wonder if she will view that as weakness…a man with no experience.
But she takes that thought away with a smile. “No one but you, Daddy.”
“You’re my untouched perfect kitten. Daddy’s little kitty.”
“You know,” she murmurs against my lips, pulling back just enough to look at me with those cat-like eyes. “I always thought guys who said ‘untouched’ and ‘daddy’ were a bit dramatic.”
I smirk, a genuine, surprised sound. “And?”
“And I think you suit dramatic.” She bites her lip, a playful gesture. “So go on, Daddy. Claim me.”
It’s a challenge, and it’s one I won’t refuse.
She moans as my teeth graze her throat, my lips sucking against the soft flesh. I hold her steady, marking her, knowing that her grandmother will see and not caring. I’m on her territory, and I’ve agreed to back off, but I haven’t agreed to give up my claim.
Tabby melts into my arms as I kiss a line along her jaw, giggling as my lips find her cheek, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth again. I hold her against me, knowing she can feel what she’s doing to me, and then I do the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I step away, and move to the doorway.
“To be continued,” I tell her, using her words from earlier.
She smiles and nods, her perfect tits rising and falling with each heavy breath as she watches me go.
Chapter Five
Tabby
Part of me didn't believe Duffield when he promised a car this morning, but there's no mistaking who sent the limousine with actual cat ears attached to its roof.
Un-freaking-believable.
He had a new iPhone delivered too and kept me on facetime most of the night while I slept. Weird but it was either that, or he was coming over to sit in the corner and watch me. He said something about respecting Nana’s wishes, but I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.
Nana liked him. I’ve never seen her act so nice around someone new.
"Miss Burrows?" The driver greets me as I open the door, still in my joggers and tank top, with Nana insisting as I pass her in the living room that I verify the limo is from Duffield.
As if anyone else would send a cat-eared limo.
"Maybe. Who are you?" I ask, cocking a hip, then setting my fists one on each in a Nana sort of move.
The black suited driver’s mouth falls open, standing in silence as I raise my eyebrows, knowing Nana is listening in the other room.
“I’m... Mr. Duffield’s driver. He sent the car…” He does a quarter turn toward the street, jerking his thumb toward the limo. “I’m supposed to take you to him. Get you whatever you want on the way. And, here, he told you to wear this to work today.”
He shoves a black-ribboned box through the door, jiggling it in a ‘please take it’ gesture. My skin tingles as I accept the gift box and swallow hard, giving the stoic driver an uneasy smile.