Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Swallowing hard, I rise to my knees and put my hands on his belt, just like he demands. My legs are shaking, but I can see the hard line of his cock in his jeans. Suddenly, I want to see it, to touch it, more than I've ever wanted anything. I make quick work of the belt, moving to the button and fly and finally pushing his pants down his thick, muscled legs.
Dean assists, stepping out of them and palming himself through his black briefs. God, he's so big. I don't know how in the hell I'm going to be able to fit that inside of me!
A thread of worry has me chewing my bottom lip, but Dean isn't in a waiting mood. "Touch me, Delia."
"But..."
"Hands on your knees, princess, and open wide."
I do as he asks, putting my hands on my knees, and spreading my legs so his big, heavy cock is right in front of my face.
"Touch it, Delia." When I do, he groans. "Suck on the tip, just a little."
I open my mouth, letting the fat head of his cock push past my lips. It's a weird feeling, having something in my mouth, and the size of him...it's daunting. But the way his face relaxes, his head tipping back and a deep groan rumbling from his chest makes me feel powerful. I'm taking care of him. Dean Dixon, my handsome, protective police chief. I'm touching his cock, and he's letting me because he likes it.
"Oh, fuck." My cheeks flush at his words. "So good, baby. Your mouth is so hot. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl."
My apex clenches, and I can feel my cream dripping out, running down my legs.
"That's it. Take it all in, just like that. Get your hands around the base. Good girl, stroke me. Just like that. Fucking perfect. Are you ready for me, Delia?"
I moan, and he pulls back. Am I ready? I’m coming apart with need, but I’m still unsure how he’s going to manage to fuck me.
Dean reaches down and cups my chin in his hand. "You're going to have to talk to me, sweetheart. I can't read your mind."
How is it that I can suck his cock but just saying these words feels so hard? "Yes. I want you. I want you to..."
His grip on my chin tightens. "To what, baby?"
I’m throbbing, clenching down on an emptiness that I need filled more than I've ever needed anything. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
"What a good girl," Dead purrs. "But you have to be sure. Are you sure, princess?"
"Yes. Fuck me. Take me."
His thumb traces my bottom lip, and there is pure adoration in his eyes. Dean's words might be bossy, but there's something between us that softens him even if he doesn't want to admit it. "Scoot back, head on the pillows, and keep those pretty little legs spread for me."
I settle into the pillows and watch as he crawls onto the bed. My body quivers, and I'm sure my face is flushed. My fingers are shaking, but Dean reaches down and stills them, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
"Just relax, princess."
I nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
"That's better," he murmurs, settling in between my legs. "Keep breathing."
He rises above me, and Dean's cock is still rock hard. The tip glistens even in the dim light of the room. He strokes himself, looking down at me, and my eyes go wide. From this angle, it's even more obvious how huge he is. I'm freaking out internally, but there's such a look of desire and anticipation on his face that I desperately want to please him.
"It's gonna be a stretch, princess," he admits, stroking himself more.
"I-I know." My words come out shaking.
Dean leans down and kisses me. His mouth drifts from my lips to the curve of my jaw and down my neck. Meanwhile, his hands are stroking my body, pinching at my nipples and making my skin rise in goosebumps.
"Good girl," he whispers into the crook of my neck. "Just relax."
Dean takes his time, kissing and licking and caressing my skin until every bit of my focus is on the way he's making me feel—so warm and tingly. When one hand finally dips between my legs, his thumb brushing my clit, he shifts to line himself up at my entrance. I can feel the head of his cock parting my folds just so, the pressure already there.
"Take a deep breath," Dean orders, and I do. "That's a good girl. I'm going to fuck you now, Delia. I'm going to make you mine."
The tip of his cock enters me, and it feels huge. I gasp, and my nails dig into his biceps.
"Oh god," I pant, stomach clenching.
"Breathe, princess." His thumb continues to work my clit, the pleasure helping to block out the uncomfortable stretching feeling. "You can take me."