Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I’d have kissed you back, Daddy,” I whisper up at him.
“Oh Christ. Christ.” He begins to pant. “I can feel it in my nuts, God help me. How…young you are.”
My sex spasms over the praise. Over the reminder that I am his little girl.
Through and through.
My throat is in his hands now and I’m being manhandled. Bruised and chafed and bitten in ways that might seem alarming to anyone who didn’t understand. Who didn’t know that this is my heaven.
Jason is heaven.
And I see that paradise in his eyes now as my orgasm crashes through, making me scream, my spine arching while hot wave after hot wave of bliss pulls my intimate muscles like marionette strings, my need gushing around him. Wet slaps and closed mouth shouts echo in the room as Jason follows me into the light, his mouth falling open with the intensity of his climax, the sensation that rushes through us both.
“God, I fucking love you,” he growls, dragging me off the desk into his arms, falling back into his chair. Holding me so tight, I struggle all the more to catch my breath. “Do you have any idea how much? Do you?” He rains kisses down on my face and I sigh choppily, overcome, tears dripping down my cheeks in the aftermath of what we’ve done. But he’s ready for it. Ready to soothe my electrified nerves with his love, because he’s my perfect other half. “I’m obsessed with you, my wife. Every second of the day is about you. Every bite of food I take, I just want to know what it would taste like in your sweet mouth. Every step I take, I know it would be better if I was carrying you. My angel. My angel. I adore you.”
“I love you. I love you.” I scramble to face him, straddling his hips. Snuggling into him and hiccuping like a baby while he rocks me. “I love you so much, I can’t breathe sometimes.”
He guides my mouth to his, fusing them together. Hard.
Inhaling and exhaling. Our version of CPR. His love, his essence floods my lungs, the way he’s flooded my heart.
“Then I’ll breathe for you, angel,” he whispers.
Wrapping me in his jacket, he carries me to the truck and takes me home.
THE END