Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“That’s not my problem,” she says, rounding on me and crossing her arms.
“It’s about to be.”
She purses her lips. “I see. You’re going to take out your anger on me.”
Holy shit.
I’m on the verge of lunging for June, but those words stop me in my tracks. She’s right; I was about to take my anger out on her delicate body. What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s not grown man behavior. That’s the act of an insecure punk—and that ain’t who I am. At least, it’s not who I want to be. Especially not with this smart, insightful and talented girl. She deserves much better. “I don’t want you going out with other men, June Bug. Tell me what to do about that.”
My honesty has caught her off guard. “I…d-don’t. I don’t go out with…”
“You don’t date?”
She hesitates, wetting her lips, before shaking her head.
“Why not?”
Suddenly, she’ll look everywhere but at me. That’s how I get my answer.
Jesus.
“Because of the torch you carry for me?” I manage.
Her lack of denial is all the confirmation I need. My jugular is aching and all I can do is thank God I didn’t throw this girl down on her hands and knees and bang her rotten, the way I planned to do when we walked into this room.
“June.”
“Yes?”
I search for the right words. The right way forward that’s worthy of her. “I don’t know if I can be your boyfriend, baby.” Good lord, that word sounds ridiculous coming from an old hellhound like me. “But I don’t want to stay away from you, either. I don’t think I can. I just want a guarantee that you won’t date anyone while I’m figuring this shit out.”
“I won’t,” she says in this breathy, adorable voice. “I won’t, I promise.”
My relief almost takes my legs out from beneath me.
Don’t get carried away.
“I’m not making any promises.” I stab the air with my index finger. “I’m too old to be someone’s boyfriend.”
She’s smiling so wide. Hell and damnation, she is breathtaking. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am,” I bark, winded by her beauty. “And I mean, I don’t even want you talking to other men, June Bug. Don’t even look at them. Is that clear?”
The girl is all but dancing on the balls of her feet. “I have no problem with that.”
“Good.” I adjust the erection in my jeans, and her mood changes in the blink of an eye, going from jubilant to aware. “Now, what did I tell you last night?”
Her knees dip under the weight of arousal, her teeth sinking hard into her bottom lip while she attempts to get herself under control. “A g-good girl is always ready to offer Daddy her mouth, pussy or b-bottom for play time.”
Oh fuck. How can I survive without this, now that I’ve had it?
This redheaded angel is stoking a fire in me that’s never blazed with such hunger. Such force. I’ve always been dominant in the sack, but this is extremely new.
This is a way of life.
It could so easily be our way of life.
“That’s right.” I stride forward and grip the side of her jaw, pushing my thumb between her glossy lips, grunting in satisfaction when she sucks, moaning. “Here’s a nice little fucking mouth.” I draw the digit in and out. “Show me my other options.”
Continuing to suckle my thumb, she lifts her skirt with trembling hands, revealing a dark red thong that has already been soaked clean through. Letting my thumb go with a pop, she turns around, plants her hands on the narrow, twin-sized bed, flips up the back of her skirt and lifts her bare ass for inspection. God, she’s an extraordinary creature. A marvel. A phenomenon. “Which one do you want, Daddy?”
I’m sweating like a motherfucker.
Never been so worked up in all my life.
Even more than last night when I was almost sick with lust.
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock,” I say raggedly, unfastening the button of my jeans and lowering the fly with shaking fingers. “Next time a man checks you out, I’m going to calm myself down by remembering the shape of your throat. Remembering I’m the only man who’s traced that sweet curve with his cock.” She’s kneeling in front of me, and I watch her eyes widen dramatically at the up close and personal view of my dripping dick, so fat and veiny in my fist. Compared to her innocent little mouth, it’s a monstrosity, and yet her eyes are practically glowing with anticipation. “That’s how deep you’re going to let me feed this pipe, ain’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyelids sliding down in ecstasy when I push the head of my erection past her glossy lips, testing her mouth with a shallow stroke, my balls tightening when she suckles eagerly, cheeks hollowing. Opening her mouth and giving me a worshipful look, permitting me without words to sink deeper, deeper, causing her to gag ever so slightly, before she recovers from the intrusion and starts to take me into her throat without resistance. “Mmmm,” she moans around my flesh, the flats of her palms skating up my hairy thighs and tangling in the sides of my briefs to keep me steady while she sucks.