Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
"You're so fucking wet." His words are reverent, and the look he gives me makes my toes curl.
He presses a finger against my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyes.
"Garrett." His name is a breathless gasp.
"Daddy," he corrects. "You call me Daddy."
"Please." I'm shameless, begging for his touch.
"Such a good girl. You beg so pretty."
Then his finger is gone, and his mouth is on me. His beard is rough against the soft skin of my inner thighs. I've never felt anything like it. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and builds quickly. His mouth is wicked, his tongue circling my clit as he slips a thick finger inside me.
"Oh!" I'm so close, I'm right there.
"Not yet, princess. Hold it back."
"Please." The plea falls from my lips, but I do what he says, holding back the orgasm threatening to crash through me.
"You're doing so well. This might be uncomfortable for just a second, but I promise it will all be worth it."
Before I have time to think about what he's saying, he's sliding a second finger in. It's impossibly tight, and when he tries to push deep, something stops him, but he pushes through. I gasp at the sharp twinge of pain, but Garrett is sucking on my clit now, and the pleasure wins out, washing any unpleasantness away.
"There we go. That's better. You're perfect, baby. So goddamn tight. You feel incredible."
My fingers are twisted in his hair, holding him against me. My legs are spread wide, and he's between them, sucking and licking and fucking me with his fingers. He's right. The discomfort is gone, and the only thing left is need.
"Please." The word is a ragged cry. "Please, please, please, Daddy."
"Come, Sienna. Come all over Daddy's face."
The orgasm that hits is so powerful, it's almost painful. I writhe on the mattress, incoherent sounds and pleas falling from my lips. Waves and waves of pleasure wrack my body, and I'm lost in the bliss of it.
When it's over, I'm limp, completely spent.
"Fuck, baby. Look at me."
I force my eyes open. Garrett's face is wet, and his beard glistens. "That's enough for tonight, princess. I know you hate to hear this, but we really are going to take it slow."
"At least sleep back here with me tonight?"
Garrett hums in approval, pulling the blanket around me. "That I can do, princess."
I'm asleep in minutes, Garrett's warm body curled around mine, fully satisfied and hopelessly addicted to this man.
CHAPTER 4
Garrett
Iwake with Sienna in my arms, smelling of sex and the sweet scent of vanilla that always surrounds her. I’m immediately hard, seeing her beautiful face and her kiss-swollen lips, and I lick my own, hoping to catch a lingering taste of her. Christ, she was so sweet.
As quietly as I can, I slide into the driver’s seat. She stirs when the engine starts, but settles when I shush her.
There’s a little breakfast joint two hours away, and it’s fully daylight when I pull in. I gently shake Sienna awake and tell her to get dressed. She blushes, realizing that she’s still stark naked, but I have to adjust my erection when the blanket slides down so I can see almost all of her bare skin again.
“Go ahead and get us some seats,” I grit out, trying to sound casual. “I’ll be right in.”
I think about everything unsexy—sports, truck maintenance, rest stop bathrooms—until I’m finally not hard and follow her inside. I don’t like leaving her alone, but it was either that or let everyone get an eyeful.
But what I see when I enter makes me curse ever letting her out of my sight.
There she is, sitting in a corner booth with her back pressed against the wall like she’s trying to shrink away. Across from her, two greasy-looking men are in the seats, leaning over the table, harassing her.
Red creeps in at the corner of my vision. Oh hell fucking no. I cross the diner in three long strides, the wood floor creaking under my boots.
“Hey,” I bark. “I’ll give you five seconds to get the fuck away from her. Move.”
The bigger of the two looks up, a smirk on his face like he thinks this is funny. He doesn’t get the chance to say a word before I grab the front of his grimy shirt and haul him out of the booth.
“Garrett!” Sienna’s gasps.
The guy stumbles back, his buddy scrambling to stand. “What the hell’s your problem, man?”
“My problem is you sitting where you don’t belong,” I growl, stepping forward. The second guy raises his hands, muttering something about not wanting trouble, but it’s too late for that.
The first one takes a swing. Big mistake.
I duck and counter with a punch to his gut, doubling him over. His friend doesn’t even bother trying to help, already backing away. The whole thing is over in seconds, the guy wheezing on the floor while I stand over him, fists clenched and ready for more.