Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He’d made me so crazy it took entirely too long to realize his mouth was moving, because he’d asked a question. “Sunshine?”
“Yes. That’s me.” What had he said?
Thankfully, Daddy didn’t make me guess. “Condom?”
Oh, that was easy. “Yes, Daddy.”
Something made him laugh, and after a moment, he shook his head and leaned over to grab it and the lube out of the nightstand. “You’re very prepared, sunshine.”
Before I could find the brain cells to say thank you and tell him how important being prepared was, Daddy sent my brains flying. He put on the condom. Just watching him took my breath away because he was so incredible and he looked so naughty with his cock sticking out from his body. “If you want me to be patient, sunshine, you have to stop looking at me like that.”
Why would I want him to be patient?
Just waiting while he slicked up two fingers and brought them to my hole was more than I could stand. “I’ve been so good, Daddy. Very good. Patient. Quiet. I didn’t tell you what would happen in the show.”
What else had I done good?
I tried to remember but everything left my head the minute he slipped his finger inside me…then he added a second because he knew he had to reward his sunshine.
As the burn spread through me like a wave of heat, fanning the needy flames even higher, I closed my eyes and got lost in the pleasure. Rocking against him and squeezing around his fingers, I couldn’t help but imagine how much more incredible it would be with his cock.
I tried not to beg but that didn’t go as planned.
I managed a minute or two, though, so I knew Daddy would be very proud of me. “Please. Please. I was so good. Reward your sunshine, Daddy. Yes, rewards are very important. Yes, right there.”
Shoot. It was gone.
Before I could complain that I wanted him to tease my prostate more, not less, his chuckle had me opening my eyes and I saw him stretching out over me. “Such a naughty, bossy sub.”
He was kind of right, but that didn’t seem to be a problem, though, because he rewarded me by sinking into me in one long thrust that had my eyes rolling back in my head. It was like a dirty romance novel come to life. I had the best Daddy ever.
I might’ve said some of that out loud because Daddy barked out a laugh, but it was impossible to think about because he started fucking me in long hard thrusts that had me fighting to remember to breath. It was passionate and rough and loving and utterly perfect—everything I knew it would be.
So I clung to him and kissed him and whined, and might’ve promised to be the best princess ever if he let me come, but that part was slightly vague. He couldn’t hold me to silly promises made while I needed to orgasm, so I didn’t worry. I did, however, get rewarded with a rough thrust against my prostate and Daddy even spanked one ass cheek. “Naughty boy. Come.”
I had the best Daddy ever…and he gave the bestest orders that I just had to obey.
As my orgasm fired through me and exploded in pleasure and pain and everything wonderful in life, Daddy groaned and followed me over that perfect cliff. When he was draped over me, pinning me to the bed and kissing me softly, I nuzzled against him and hugged him as tight as my wobbly arms would let me. “Can we have more sleepovers, Daddy?”
He chuckled, making me squirm as his body jerking made his cock slip out of me. “Yes, sunshine. Lots more sleepovers.”
Well, that meant we needed more condoms and something for Daddy to have for breakfast. Lots of exercise needed good fuel. “You’re the best Daddy ever.”
Kissing his cheek, I smiled as he hugged me tight, squishing me against him like I was the most important thing in the world. “And you are the best princess ever, sunshine.”
Bestest Daddy ever.
Chapter 10
Tate
“Sunshine, I don’t think this is going to work.” Looking around at the different piles he’d made in the playroom, and really, throughout the house, I just didn’t see a way to give him everything he wanted. “You’ve done a very good job of organizing your toys, and just everything in general, but there’s no way all of this will fit in one bedroom.”
He collapsed in a heap of theatrics and pouting in the middle of the playroom. “I changed my mind. I’m not going.”
Oh, that wasn’t good.
It was the third time in the past three days he’d said that, and he was looking more and more believable with every performance.
Eventually he was going to talk himself into not going to college if we weren’t careful.
The closer he got to going, the more dramatic and extensive his list of worries got. That wasn’t to say they weren’t perfectly understandable fears but refusing to go to college because he might have to eat squishy vegetables wasn’t exactly logical.