Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I turn us around and lay her trembling body on the bed.
Leaning down, I kiss her sweet mouth.
Then I take the neckline of her dress in my hands and rip it straight down the center.
“Tripp!”
My virgin girlfriend is naked underneath. Completely fucking naked. Son of a bitch.
“You know, I kind of suspected you weren’t wearing a bra or underwear because I’ve been studying that sexy ass all night and I couldn’t see a single panty line anywhere.”
She’s looking up at me like I’m insane. “You r-ripped the dress even more. I could have tried to fix it—”
“Enough, Vida.” I unbutton my shirt in a quick series of twists, letting it slide off my shoulders onto the floor. “I’m paying for the dress.”
“Oh no. No—”
I come down on top of her, sealing off her protests with my mouth. Not kissing her, just stopping the flow of words, and she inhales rockily, affected by my nearness.
“Paying three thousand dollars for the dress you wore the first night I fucked you is going to be the best purchase I ever made, except for the engagement ring I’m going to buy you one day. I’m going to have that dress mounted and framed over the fireplace in my den.”
There’s a war taking place between her body and her mind. She wants to argue, but she’s turned on by my bluntness. My honesty. My arrogance.
Good. We’re getting somewhere.
I take her right knee in my hand and ease it open, my knuckle trailing down her silky inner thigh toward her pussy. Once there, I slide that knuckle up and down against the seam of her flesh, groaning deep in my chest when she blossoms open and wetness trickles out. My future wife’s arousal. A delicacy, as far as I’m concerned.
“Me taking care of things like the dress is what I mean by calling myself your daddy, Vida. You don’t cry under my roof. You come sit in my lap and tell me what’s wrong and I fucking handle it. You are my source of happiness, and in return, I get to be your source of care.” I raise my hand and lower it sharply, spanking her cunt with just enough force to make her gasp. “Do you understand?”
Her hazel eyes widen. “I…W-well, I don’t kno—”
I slap her cunt again, harder this time, and now she whimpers, writhing her hips.
Again, I spank it, witnessing the way it dampens.
Again.
Again.
“Daddy takes care of everything for me,” I say, massaging the sting from her flesh while I lick my tongue into her mouth, kissing her soundly. “Say it and live by it.”
“But…b-but…”
She’s still fighting the battle.
Not quite ready to acquiesce, but right on the verge.
Her incredible body heaves with shallow breaths as I move down, down between her thighs and rub my stiff lips in the abundance of wetness I created, breaching her entrance with my tongue first, giving her a shallow fuck with it while she squeals, followed by the cramming of my middle and ring fingers into her tight channel. Keeping my fingers buried deep, I flutter my tongue atop her clit, and she cries out, her thighs jerking and shaking.
I forget the war between us that I’m trying to win at this point.
I can’t possibly think of anything but her needs being met.
Meeting them is ingrained in me now.
I bring her right to the brink of coming with flutters and flexed rubs of my tongue, but it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m lunging for her mouth and pinning her down, my fingers wrestling with my zipper to free my cock. As quickly as possible, I slip a condom out of my pocket and rip the packet with my teeth, rolling on the thin latex. Stretching the rubber to its limits. Wearing it is muscle memory. A rule my family’s lawyers have schooled me to follow to avoid entrapment.
I would love more than anything to fuck her with no protection, but I don’t know if she’s comfortable with that and there’s no time for a discussion now. Not when we’re both so worked up.
“Are you ready, angel?”
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers frantic in my hair, her thighs opening like the gates to a paradise I want to spend my life earning, and I urge myself to slow down, slow down, because I’m so fucking hot right now with this angel in my bed, looking up at me with encouragement and lust, that the urge to thrust deep and ride her like a fuck doll is fierce. So fierce.
I’ll hate myself if this isn’t perfect for her, though, so I seal our lips together, position myself against her tight hole, and kiss her with every bit of passion inside me.
Working the head in. Jiggling the trunk in my hand to make progress. Rolling my hips and cursing hotly at the resistance. Right there. Right there. She’s giving that part of herself to me, and I look her in the eye with grateful hunger when that gentle tear happens and I sink to the back of her silken cunt, the base of my spine winding up like wire around a fist to find her monumentally tight.