Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"Will you read to me tonight?"
Shane towers over me by at least a foot, but he shifts his tall frame, bending to gaze into my eyes.
"Anything for you, baby girl."
I kick my canvas sneakers off near the door and head straight for my room. I don't bother to close the door. Hearing his heavy boot steps coming in behind me sends a thrill through my veins. I pull my body-con dress over my shoulders, hearing him huff at the sight of me in my thong and strappy black push-up bra. I toss the dress on the chair that he usually sits in and open one of the bureau drawers in search of something comfortable to wear to bed. I pull out one of Shane's old worn Cubs T-shirts. It's my favorite, worn soft with use. I chopped it off at the hem as a kid and wore it around the house, and now it's stretched over my heavy breasts, hardly covering them anymore. I developed quickly as a kid in high school, and in truth, the old shirt hardly fits anymore, but it's still my favorite. Turning away from him, I pull the straps of my bra over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, slipping the Cubs shirt over my boobs and yanking it down softly to cover my nipples. The round swell of my breasts still peeks out from the cut hem, but after a night like tonight, I need the most comfortable item I own to be next to my skin. Preferably one that still smells like him.
"What are you doing to me?" comes his growl.
He's silhouetted in the moonlight coming in from the window, the silver hair at his temples and in his beard highlighted against his creamy bronze skin. I grow instantly wet, the thong doing little to hide my arousal.
"Baby girl," his eyes shift down my form, "I can smell how turned on you are."
"I've never been so turned on. Not with anyone." I move across the room, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
When I reach him I trail my fingertip along the curve of his thick bicep and over his shoulder, down his taut pectoral muscle. I suck in a breath as the masculine scent of his skin washes over me again. My thighs flood with arousal as I shift back and forth, praying he'll touch me in a way that a father should never touch his daughter.
"Baby, I can't resist you when you touch me. And I sure as hell can't resist you when you look up at me like that."
"So don't resist me." I lean closer, dashing my nose along the edge of his neck and daring to dart my tongue out along the throbbing vein. "Please."
A guttural growl vibrates from his chest. And finally—the moment I've been waiting years for—he darts his fingertips along the roundness of my breast and pulls at my nipple through the thin cotton of my shirt. I suck in a breath, both of my nipples pebbling to hard peaks at his touch.
"This is wrong."
"Then why does it feel so good?” I whisper, kissing along his neck and then running my hand down the rock hard slab of his abdominals until I reach the belt at his waist. I hold the buckle gently, loosening the metal from its loop. He hums with pleasure, hips thrusting as he finds my nipples with both hands now. I throw my head back as my eyes fall closed, true pleasure coursing through my body for the first time ever.
"Tell me you're still a virgin, baby girl.”
"Yes," I hiss.
"Good." He bites down on his bottom lip, eyes perusing my aroused form. "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time."
I suck on my bottom lip, eager to feel him inside of me. I palm his rock-hard cock through the denim of his jeans and his hips lurch forward, pressing into mine.
"I want to feel you."
"Trust me, Shelby, Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good."
"I trust you," I repeat.
"Good." He tweaks my nipple, before slipping his palm along my neck and squeezing. "I killed for you tonight. It's not the first time. It won't be the last time. I can't stand anyone else looking at you. I can't stand anyone trying to take what's always been mine."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, baby. Now it's time to make Daddy feel good, I promise I'll make you feel good too."
I gulp, hissing when he pinches my nipple so hard I know there will be bruises in the morning.
"I want all of Daddy's bruises."
He grunts, thrusting his dick into my palm savagely. "I've been waiting for you to say those words, baby. Daddy likes to be rough, I'm gonna make it hurt, and then I'm gonna kiss it better. Are you good with that? "