Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck,” she stutters. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Harder. Give it to me harder.”
I give her what she wants and start fucking her as hard as I can. The sharp crack of our bodies crashing together fills the room, blending with Devon’s cries and my grunts, the noise so loud, I’m sure my neighbors can hear us through the walls. I don’t care. My breathing is labored and the muscles in my legs are burning as I continue fucking her wildly, as if I’m taking out all the day’s frustrations on her.
She’s gasping and moaning but still has that sultry smile on her face, which only turns me on even more. Small and delicate as she seems, Devon can take a hell of a pounding. She reaches up and takes hold of my wrist, so I let her take it. She moves it to her throat and has me wrap my fingers around her neck. I look at her questioningly, but she just smiles.
“Do it, Daddy. Choke me.”
My cock has never been harder as I squeeze her throat lightly while I continue pounding her, making sure I don’t hurt her, get carried away, or do anything she doesn’t want. Devon keeps her hand over mine, imploring me with her eyes to keep going. I’m so turned on that I feel my balls tighten almost painfully as I swell. I grit my teeth and keep thrusting my hips for all I’m worth, impaling her again and again.
It all feels so fucking amazing, I’m trying to hold off, but I know it’s already too late. An animalistic growl bursts from my throat as my cock pulses, and a moment later, I explode. My body shakes wildly as I feel my spunk shooting out in hard, thick streams.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
Devon draws in a long, shuddering breath. I lean forward and bury my face in the crook of her neck, my entire body tingling as I pump every last drop into her. She clings to me, her warm body pressed to mine, and runs her fingers through my hair. I pull back and open my eyes then stare into hers.
I’m arrested by her sight, by this sight. And I feel something else flood my veins. Emotions I’ve never felt for anybody before. When I said this is more than physical, it is. I’m already burning with the need to have her beside me forever, with her as my wife and the mother of my children. Our family. Ours.
“What is it?” she asks.
“I love you, Devon.”
Her face blanches, and her entire body tenses as she stares back at me. I hadn’t meant to say that, but as I looked into her eyes just now, the words came flying out before I was able to check them. And seeing her looking at me the way she is, I realize I made a mistake and am silently kicking my own ass. That was stupid.
She’s young and probably isn’t close to being ready for something like that. I should have known better. My face is growing warm, and I feel stupid as shit as I try to find a way to walk it back.
“You… you love me?” she asks, her voice soft.
I grimace. “Listen, I didn’t mean—”
“I love you too, Dawson.”
The wave of relief that washes over me is as deep as it is profound, and if I had been standing, it would’ve knocked me off my feet.
“You do?”
“I do. Like, a lot,” she says, but then I see that strange glint in her eye I saw before. And just like before, I can’t put my finger on what it is.
“What is it?”
“I love you, Dawson. But there’s something I need to tell you.”
14
DEVON
When Dawson told me how he felt about me—that he loved me—I thought I might actually pass out or die right then and there.
I mean, I got the general idea that he was fond of me, but we’d never really talked about our feelings. I never knew he felt so strongly for me. God knows my feelings for him took root and grew stronger a while back. I've been trying to deny it to myself just to protect my own heart if he didn’t feel the same. But I knew I’d fallen in love with Dawson Davis a little while back. Maybe even that first night we met.
It's why I had to tell him what I suspected. I couldn’t let us move into this new phase of our relationship without telling him because if I’m right and Dawson ever found out I even suspected it, he might never trust me again. Trust is such a fragile thing, and all love has to be built upon a solid foundation of it. Without trust, you have nothing. If I want this to work with Dawson, I know that I need to go into this with a clear heart and conscience.