Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Cool air brushed over her back as he lifted her blouse. His hands caressed the skin he exposed as he raised the material. A wordless sound slipped from her lips in protest when he ended the kiss to move back slightly to remove her top.
“I know, kitten. I want more kisses, too. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Pippa stretched her arms behind her to unfasten her new bra, but Zale captured her hands in one of his, stopping her.
“Daddy gets to unwrap his present.”
It took her a second to process that statement. She was his gift. Liking that idea, Pippa nodded and moved her hands to his broad chest to explore. He unhooked the back closure of the garment and slid the shoulder straps down her arms.
She shivered as his fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of the sides of her breasts. He drew the edge of the cups down and her nipples tightened harder than ever before.
“Drop your arms, kitten,” he requested huskily.
Quickly, she followed his instructions. Watching his expression as he removed the garment completely, Pippa treasured the hungry look on his face that deepened as he admired her. He flung the bra to the side and cupped her breasts. His thumbs rubbed over the taut peaks.
“You are so beautiful, Pippa. I am a very lucky man.”
Before she could answer, he pressed hot kisses to her throat and lower until his mouth finally closed around one tip. Zale rolled it between his lips before drawing it with increasing pressure into his mouth. The sensations inside her grew as well, and Pippa rose onto her tiptoes to get closer to him. The faint taste of pain fueled the fire inside her even hotter. No one had ever turned her on like Zale did.
Wanting to return the pleasure he lavished on her, Pippa trailed her fingers down to the waistband of his athletic briefs. She froze when she encountered hot flesh poking from the elastic band. How long is he? She traced the velvety head of his cock and dipped her hand underneath.
His hand moved quickly to wrap around hers as his mouth pulled away from her breast with an audible pop. The sucking sensation made her gasp as she tried to divide her attention between her pleasure and his control.
“Do you have permission to touch Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“Is that a thing?” she asked, completely baffled.
“Daddy is in charge, kitten. I will let you play later. Right now, I need you naked.”
Before she could respond, he removed her hand from his briefs and lowered himself to one knee in front of her. Zale unfastened her skirt and stripped the rest of her clothing and shoes off. Pippa stood nervously as he ran his hands over her hips.
“Damn, you are breathtaking.”
Zale pressed a kiss to her mound and stopped to inhale her scent in a move so animalistic it made her heart beat faster. She gripped his shoulders for stability, drawing his attention.
“Are you okay, Pippa?”
“Not if you don’t hurry this up,” she told him.
His deep chuckle made her stomach flip-flop inside. He rose smoothly to his feet and cupped her chin to kiss her lightly. “I’m not going to rush through this, little girl. I plan to savor every second.”
Dropping his hand, Zale pushed his pants and briefs down his legs. He stepped out of them quickly and yanked off his socks. Zale stalked forward as she tried to memorize his powerful form.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. Pippa held on as he carried her into the walk-in shower and under the massive showerhead. The warm water cascaded over her sensitized skin as he gently set her feet on the tiles. Pippa tilted her head back in the water, pushing her hair back from her face. She didn’t want to miss a second of this.
“Help Daddy get clean,” he requested, taking her hand and pouring silky liquid soap into her palm.
She hesitated a fraction of a second before spreading it over his lightly furry chest. The silky and rough warmth of his skin under her fingertips captivated her, and she explored his hard muscles eagerly. The scent of the suds suited him. Spicy and woody. She inhaled deeply.
“Kitten, you’re going to smell like me. We’ll bring your girly stuff in here next time,” he said, as he lathered her as well.
“I don’t mind having your scent on me.”
Hunger flared in his gaze as he considered that statement and obviously enjoyed the thought of marking her with his aroma. His hands lingered on her curves. She realized he was searching for sensitive spots that she enjoyed when he returned to those places that sent a quiver through her. Pippa had never met anyone who focused more on pleasing her than on his own experience.