Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Daddy’s just helping, Little girl. I bet it’s hard to reach all these fasteners behind your back.”
Rocco’s fingers traced the lace straps down to the thicker band and unhooked the back of her bra. Sadie tried to reach up to keep the material in place, but her hands were caught in the sleeves of her sundress. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Rocco’s gaze was focused on something ahead of her. Following the path of his view, Sadie stared into the mirror on the wall next to her bed. Her partially nude body was reflected in the shiny surface.
As she watched, Rocco glided a hand around her waist and pulled her back against him. She loved the feel of his hard body pressing into hers. His heat and scent surrounded her. He spread his fingers to span her abdomen as if claiming her, and his gaze fixed on hers in the mirror.
“I’ve dreamed of finding my Little girl for a very long time. You are absolutely lovely, Sadie. Daddy is going to touch you now. Would you like to remain tethered by your clothing? Is that more exciting?” he asked, whispering into her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak. How did he know that, if she was free, she’d feel like she needed to resist? With the material trapping her hands, she couldn’t stop him. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
Sadie squeezed her thighs together as he lowered his head to press a kiss onto her shoulder. More followed as he trailed hot kisses along her neck, making her shiver with desire. Her gaze flew back to the mirror as that hand against her stomach shifted upward. His thumb brushed along the bottom of her breast, sending sensations through her body. She could feel herself getting wet.
Leaning back, she arched her chest, pressing her breasts forward. “Please,” sneaked through her lips.
“Good girl. Thank you for telling me what you need. That deserves a reward.” Rocco cupped her breast fully and brushed that rough thumb over her taut nipple. “I’m sorry my hands aren’t as smooth as my Little girl’s skin.”
“No. I like it,” she admitted.
“That pleases me, Little one. Do you like this as well?” His fingers plucked her nipple, tugging it slightly away from her body.
When she gasped in reaction, he repeated the process. His other hand took possession of her other breast. Sadie’s gaze was fixed on the mirror as she watched his suntanned hands, battered by his work on the mountain face, caress her body. A grin spread over her lips at the sight of the bandages still clinging to his skin.
“You took good care of me when I was injured. Do you hurt anywhere Daddy needs to make feel good?” he asked, watching her in the mirror.
Biting her lip to keep herself from asking him to touch her there—between her thighs—Sadie lowered her eyelids to block him partially from view. She almost danced with arousal. Couldn’t he tell she needed him to stroke her even more intimately?
He released one breast and slid his fingers under the material clinging to her waist. His muscular forearm stretched the fabric tightly around her arms, pushing that shackled feeling even higher. She watched the material move as he explored. His touch tangled in her silky hair. Getting waxed had fallen to the wayside when she’d run away. Would that put him off? She stiffened against him.
His mouth opened and closed over her shoulder, biting slightly into her flesh. “Stop thinking,” he ordered. “Feel.”
Tracing the length of her cleft, Rocco whispered, “You are so wet, Little girl. Are you excited to have Daddy touching you?”
When she didn’t answer, he dived closer to her core, separating her pink folds to find sensitive places that responded to his touch. “Are you excited?” he asked, tapping randomly on her clit.
Completely distracted by the unpredictable contact that thrilled her, she answered, “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” His fingers brushed over her clit, the rough skin almost too much as he pressed a finger into her tight passage. Almost. Okay, it was perfect.
She gasped as he repeated the motion over and over until she was writhing against him. The sizzling zings of desire filled her body, and she leaned against Rocco’s hard frame for support. She could feel his cock rigid against her. He did nothing to sate his own desire but focused on her.
One finger inserted inside her became two, and they stretched her. The small bite of pain mingled with the slight scuffing over that small bundle of nerves. Any lover she’d ever had was erased from her memory as he fingered her.
“Imagine what it will feel like when I’m inside you, Little girl—filling you completely. My cock is eager to taste you,” he growled into her ear.
Everything exploded inside her, and she sagged against him. His free hand wrapped around her waist to steady her as his caressing fingers continued to push her orgasm higher. She shook as pleasure filled her to a level she’d never imagined before.