A Princess for Daddy (Forbidden Fantasies #85) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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“Really?”

“Really,” I affirm. “You were amazing, Christy.”

She giggles again before twisting around beneath me so that we’re eye to eye.

“And this is the beginning of our future together?”

I nod before dropping my dark head for another sensuous kiss with the curvy woman.

“Absolutely, honey. You mean everything to me,” I say, my blue gaze serious. “I’m going to do my best by you.”

“Well, I’m holding you to your word, mister,” she smiles before pulling me down for another embrace. “So watch out, because your life is in for a change!”

With that, the curvy girl seals her words with another devastating kiss, and this time, it’s my head that’s spinning out of control with wonder, elation, and a hundred things that I’m still trying to process. Yet, I’m looking forward to my life with the sensuous brat because she’s the epitome of a woman, and I look forward to embarking on a new chapter together.

8

Christy

It’s been a week since Bart took my cherries, and I have to say that I’m a changed woman. I don’t know if there’s anything different about me on the outside, but I walk funny and my pussy constantly aches. Plus, my ass is ravaged and sometimes makes me wince with pain. Daddy is so big that I swear, even my digestive system has been put through the ringer because of that giant cock in my most sensitive space.

But all that’s by the by because I wouldn’t change a thing about our relationship. I’ve wanted Bart for so long, and it’s hard to believe that the man of the house wants me just as much! I have to pinch myself sometimes, just as a reminder that this isn’t a dream – this is real life. The handsome man belongs to me, just as I belong to him.

But today, I’m back at the till at Tootsie’s. It’s a five and dime on the main drag of Hartsville. It’s outdated and sells ridiculous items like fuzzy dice, tobacco, and Juul pods, although there are necessities like milk and eggs in the back. But still, it’s a throwaway job until Daddy finds something better. I know that Bart’s been sending out a lot of resumes, and it’s only a matter of time before he gets a bite.

Humming to myself, I stare off into space dreamily while restocking some of the shelves. Hmm, do the Triscuits go here or here? I suppose it doesn’t matter because we don’t sell too many of these.

But then, the bells over the front door dingle, and my heart sinks because it’s none other than John Elliston himself. Yes, it’s Jet’s dad. He’s good-looking enough, with a tall, broad figure and honey-kissed hair. But the planes of his face are chiseled and stiff, and those grey eyes always seem dead inside. Maybe I’m just speculating, but this guy didn’t get to be a successful businessman without running over a couple people in the process.

Even worse, John looks at me in a way that I don’t appreciate. His eyes tend to roam all over my curves, giving me the chills, and the older man has a reputation as a lech, which I have to say is true. The older man often stops by during my shifts to “check in” or “to see what’s going on.” I don’t know why, either. It’s not like the cash register is hard to figure out, and usually I’m not doing much.

I smile wanly from my place on the floor as John saunters into the store. He leans against the front counter casually, before shooting me a knowing look.

“I like you on your knees, Christy,” he smirks.

Immediately, I scramble up, dusting myself off.

“I was just re-stocking the Triscuits,” I mumble. “Some new inventory arrived.”

He nods, those grey eyes taking everything in.

“Good, good,” he drawls. “You’re an efficient worker. As the boss, I appreciate that in my employees.”

I smile wanly. Oh god, it looks like John’s taken some care with his appearance today. His hair is meticulously brushed back and styled in careful waves, and he’s wearing a brown leather jacket, like he’s an aviator. His shoes are scuff-free and shiny, and my heart sinks. Did he wear this to impress me? Oh god, I hope not. I merely smile again, trying to look as if nothing’s wrong.

“Um, thanks. So is there something I can help you with, Mr. Elliston?” I ask, crossing my hands in front of me.

He pauses for a moment, those grey eyes speculative.

“Well, yes, in fact there is,” he says. “Jet tells me that you’re living with your stepfather in a trailer on the edge of town.”

I frown. Holy shit, Jet shares the details of his dates with his dad? But I manage an unconcerned smile.

“Yes, that’s right. Bart and I moved recently because he lost his job, but he’ll find a new one soon enough.”



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