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)
She shakes her head.
"I'm almost all the way in," I say. "Take one more deep breath and then let yourself slide the rest of the way down. Can you do that?"
She nods, doing as she's told. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, my sweet girl taking her first cock. The moment her ass hits my thighs, she cries out, her eyes flying open.
"Oh!"
"Good girl," I praise. "Such a good girl."
"God, I'm so full," she whines.
"That's because Daddy's got a big cock, and your little pussy was made to take it."
She rolls her hips, and the movement nearly undoes me. Her walls flutter around me, and the friction is almost too much.
"Ride me, Sienna. Go as fast as you want."
She does. The girl has a rhythm, and she moves her hips, sliding up and down, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time.
"It's so good," she whimpers, her pace increasing. "So, so good."
"It is," I agree, my hands on her hips, helping her rise and fall. "Touch yourself if you need to."
Her eyes widen, but then her fingers are between her legs, circling her clit. She cries out, moving faster.
"That's it, baby," I pant, thrusting up into her.
Her breath is ragged, and her skin is flushed, and I can feel her walls tightening, clenching around me. She's losing her pace, overcome with the feeling of it all, and I'm more than happy to take control. I grab her hips, vise-like, and fuck up into her, moving her body exactly how I want.
"Oh!" Her cry is surprised. "Oh! Garrett!"
"Say my name," I growl, thrusting harder. "I want to hear you say it when I make you come."
"Garrett!" she shouts, the sound of her voice echoing off the walls. "Daddy, please!"
She's coming, and her pussy is milking my cock. I'm so fucking close. I flip us over, pushing her legs wide and holding them open, fucking her deep and fast.
"One more, princess," I tell her. "You're going to come one more time for me.”
I pound her into the mattress, and I can feel her coming again, her walls pulsing around me. That's all it takes, and I'm right there with her, spilling inside her, claiming her as mine. I’m her first, and I’ll be her last, just like I promised.
My hips slow, and I release her legs. Sienna is boneless, her hair a mess, her face flushed and eyes bright.
"You're incredible," she breathes, and the compliment sends a pang of affection straight to my heart. "That was incredible. Oh, Garrett..."
"Come here." I can tell she's spent, and while we should clean up, I don't have the heart to force her to her feet when she so obviously needs to be held.
She curls into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and within seconds, her breathing is steady, her body relaxed.
"That's right, princess," I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Daddy's got you."
Sienna's mine. A realization hits me. I'll kill anyone who tries to take her away if that's what it takes. For now, though, I'll hold her while she sleeps, and when she wakes up, I'll have her all over again.
CHAPTER 5
Sienna
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm, golden glow over the bed. It’s the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. The second is Garrett, still fast asleep beside me. The third is how freaking comfortable the mattress is.
And the fourth is how deliciously sore I am between my legs. Oh. Oh.
Now I remember what we did last night, and I feel hot all over.
I lie there, soaking in the opportunity to simply look at Garrett. I’m a totally different person from when I met him less than a week ago, but I think I like myself a lot better. I love the changes Garrett has inspired in me.
I love Garrett. Oh shit.
I LOVE Garrett.
The truth of it hits me like an earthquake. I press a hand to my naked chest unconsciously, considering what this all means. I gave him my virginity, but I think he’s had my heart a lot longer than that.
Carefully, with a sense of awe, I trace the line of his cheekbone, then the curve of his lips, marvelling at how soft they are in contrast to his rough beard.
“You know…” Garrett’s eyes stay closed, voice still thick with sleep even as he reaches up to grab my hand, kissing my fingers. “A man could get used to waking up like this.”
My cheeks heat. “Good morning.”
He keeps hold of my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Sleep good, princess?”
“Like a rock,” I admit. “You wore me out.”
A look of triumph flashes over his face, and he grins. “Hell yeah, I did. But I hope you’re well rested. We’ve got a ways to go today.”