Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Well, then we have to get our reunion in early, so you’re well rested for tomorrow.” She licks her lips and sways her way out of the pool. Damn, I’ve got to tire this boy out soon. Daddy needs to teach mommy how to be a good girl.
Axel
“Honey, I’m home,” I call out, coming through the door at ten in the morning. I wonder why she doesn’t answer. Maybe she has her headphones on or she’s taking a nap because her tracker shows her ass is at home. Searching through the house, I didn’t find her anywhere until I got to the backyard.
Smiling, I see her in her garden working on her tomatoes. It’s cute that she’s growing some vegetables, but it’s getting hot already and I need to get her out of the sun. I’ve warned her ass, and this is the reason I came home for the second motherfucking time this week. She’s been out in the heat for over an hour and bent over while carrying my baby. I’m going to hydrate her ass before spanking it.
“Get up.”
She turns with a start. “Axel.”
“No,” I growl, wiping the sweat off my brow and wiping it on my jeans.
“Daddy,” she pants.
“Yes, baby girl. I’m supposed to be taking care of you and you’re not doing a good job of listening. Up,” I command, holding out my hands for her to take. She pulls off her dirty gloves and slips her slender fingers in mine.
Once I have her in my arms, I’m quick to spank her ass and carry her into the house. I set her down in the living room and locked the patio doors. Taking a bottle of water from the cooler right next to the doors, I handed it to her as she slipped off her sandals. “Drink.” She opens it and thirstily tosses back nearly half the bottle, letting me know that she’d been more overheated than she’d looked.
“Damn it, Honey. Lose the clothes; you’re hot.”
“What are you doing home so early? Aren’t you going to be in trouble?” she asks, avoiding my commands.
“I’m the boss. Quit with the stalling and strip, baby girl.” She does, taking off her tiny shorts that need to be put away because her ass shows when she’s bent over in the garden. She’s fucking lucky we live on top of a hill without any neighbors.
THE END