Daddy Me Read online Ker Dukey, K. Webster (KKinky Reads Collection #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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She pulls back her thighs and then curls up to watch where I have my fingers in her ass.

“I like seeing you stretched out around me,” I tell her, smiling. “One day, when I slide my dick inside you here, I want you to film it.”

“You want me to make an anal sex tape?”

I laugh. “We can watch it together later.”

“You’re filthy,” she accuses, her blue eyes flickering with lust.

“Says the girl with two fingers in her ass.”

Using my other hand, I collect my cum from my stomach and then slide two fingers into her cunt. She gasps at the fullness of being filled in two holes. I fuck her ass and pussy with my fingers gently. Curling my two fingers up, I seek out her G-spot that seems swollen and eager for attention. The moment I touch it, she whines.

“Ronan…”

“Make yourself come again, Sof. I gave you time to rest. Now it’s time to work.”

She shakes her head. “I c-can’t.”

“Try for me, baby.”

Determination once again fuels my good girl. Her fingers rub at her clit. Each time she touches it, her body trembles. She rubs it at first, but when she doesn’t get the result she’s after, she takes to rolling it between her fingers again and then tugging on it. Seems as though she enjoys the pain a little. Her tits jiggle as she desperately tries to come. I simply tease her G-spot, but never really give her the orgasm she seeks. Her body breaks out in a sheen of sweat and her brows furl together in fierce concentration. I rub her more firmly from within, with more purpose to drive her closer to the edge.

“Daddy,” she whimpers. “I want to come.”

“Then come, Sof.”

She starts rubbing her clit in fast circles, her flesh making a slapping sound. I fuck her with my fingers more quickly to match her movement, really putting pressure on her G-spot. The moment I can tell she’s about to fall over the cliff, I rub inside her hard and fast. My sweet, perfect girl doesn’t disappoint. A gush of heat rushes out, forcing my fingers back. I fuck her cunt probably too hard with my fingers, but she’s squirting and I want her to ride this literal wave, with every nerve ending on fire. She screams—her voice sounding otherworldly and pained—as her body thrashes. The liquid pleasure bursting from her slows to a trickle. Slowly, I slide both hands from her body.

“You made a mess,” I tease, admiring the juices from her body that have splattered my thighs, stomach, and hands.

Her face burns red. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for being fucking perfect? Sorry for letting me play your body as it was meant to be played? Sorry for helping me get you to a level of ecstasy that is hardly achieved?”

“Well,” she sasses, her tits still jiggling as she fights to catch her breath, “when you put it that way, I’m not sorry.”

I playfully swat her sore, wet pussy. “Good girl. Now let’s get you in the shower. I have to go to work. Now that your cunt is juiced up and ready for me, I won’t be able to leave until I’ve fucked you. And I don’t want to be late for work. My new superstar is meeting with her talent manager and I need to see to it she’s well taken care of.”

Three weeks later…

Bastian slaps his notepad and grins at me. “Yes. This is exactly what I was thinking when I thought up these lyrics.”

I grip the mic and growl out the last few words, throwing every bit of passion into them. When I finish, he stands and claps his hands.

“Bravo, little star. I knew these lyrics wouldn’t be wasted on you.” He gives me a four-fingered wave. “I’m going to run to the ladies’ room and when I get back, we’ll take it from the top.”

As he bounces off, I can’t help but giggle. Bastian is the crookedest straight man I’ve ever met. He wears leather pants more often than not, has bleached blond hair that looks nearly purple in the light, and wears glitter on his lips. I’d think the most sought after songwriter on the East Coast was gay, but he’s married to a brunette actress and has three adorable kids.

My smile falls when I check my phone. No calls or messages from Lucca. It’s been three weeks I’ve spent with Ronan that I haven’t spoken to my brother. I never officially quit, but through texts with Ruby and Hollie, I learned that he hired another bartender in my absence.

Everything would be perfect if things weren’t so broken with Lucca.

I consider texting him, but what would I say? I hope you’re having fun being your usual miserable self while my daddy spoils me with continuous orgasms, fancy dinners, and lavish gifts…oh, and all the while getting to do my dream job. No, I certainly won’t say that, even if it is the truth. Deep down, I know my brother wants me to be happy. I wish he’d find ways to make himself happy, too.



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