Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"N-no one," she says. "I, um, Imighthaveseenyours?"
That draws me up short. My rage settles, my eyes flickering across her face. She saw my cock? The horribly guilty look on her face says there's far more to this story than she's telling. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she isn't saying. My little princess has been naughty.
"You were spying on daddy, weren't you?" I ask.
"I'm sorry!" she cries again. "I didn't mean to do it."
"Is that the truth?"
"No."
Fuck me. Hacker and Giant are going to lose their fucking minds when they realize this perfect little princess has been slipping past all their security measures for months to spy on me and has been doing it completely undetected. Cowboy and Cash aren't going to be thrilled either. She's eighteen, and she's been waltzing onto the property like it's nothing. Because she couldn't stay away from me.
My dick throbs, my balls aching.
"Since you've been spying on daddy, maybe you don't need to see it now," I say.
Her face falls into an adorable pout.
"Maybe I should make you wait to teach you manners."
"No. I'll be good, I promise," she says. "Please. Please."
I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her moan loudly. Christ, I love that sound. I love how responsive she is. She's an innocent little princess, but she responds like daddy's favorite little fucktoy.
"Take it out then, baby doll," I demand, releasing her nipple to drag her shirt up her body. I pull it over her head, quickly removing it. Her little nipples are hard pink pebbles, begging for attention. "Reach in daddy's pants and pull his cock out."
She jumps to obey, eagerly thrusting her hand into my open fly. I growl when she wraps that perfect little hand around my shaft, touching me for the first time. Jesus Christ. She can barely fit her hand around me.
"You're so big, daddy," she breathes, pulling my dick out of my pants.
Cum spills from the head.
She squeals in delight when it drips down her wrist.
I nearly come unglued as she works her hand up and down my shaft, exploring with the tip of her tongue caught between her lips. She looks so fucking cute. Jesus. There's no way I'm going to survive loving this girl. I'm already completely gone for her, and I just keep falling deeper under her spell. Every second I spend with her embeds her more deeply under my skin.
"Enough," I gasp, pulling back when she gets to my balls. My dick falls from her hand, pointing like a divining rod straight at her.
She pouts again, her bottom lip poked out to express her displeasure. I don't let her feel it for long. Before she has time to complain, I kick my jeans off and crawl onto the bed with her, covering her body with mine.
"Oh," she moans, arching beneath me. Her soft curves press to my harder frame, fitting us together like interlocking puzzle pieces. If heaven is real, there's no way it competes with her. It's impossible.
"Kiss me, princess," I demand, brushing my lips against hers.
She offers hers up to me like an obedient little sacrifice, eager to please. I sink into her, getting lost in that sweet mouth. For long moments, we do nothing but kiss. I swear to God, I could drown in her kisses and die happy. She has sugar lips.
When I've had my fill, I break our kiss and work my way down her chest, wrapping my tongue around one hard nipple.
Her back bows off the bed, her little cry of bliss echoing around the room.
Fuck. Playing with her is going to be my new favorite pastime. My whole life, I've been dedicated to my job and the MC. Not anymore. This little princess comes first. Her happiness. Her pleasure. I won't be working at all hours of the day and night anymore unless it's between her thighs, worshipping her perfect body.
I release her nipple and move to the other, dragging it through my teeth.
"Daddy," she sobs, pulling my hair.
I grind my dick against her soft belly, grunting at the pain. I love it. Fuck, I love it. She does too. When I bite her again, she sobs my name and pulls my hair again. She may be a perfect little princess, but she's not delicate. She's not fragile. She was born to fuck.
I work my way down her body, exploring every inch of her with my lips and tongue, leaving my marks all over her so anyone who gets close knows this little princess belongs to her daddy. I want proof of my ownership stamped into her. If that's fucked up, I'll own it. There is nothing soft and sweet about the way I feel for her. It's as primal and possessive as it gets. She is mine. Period.