Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Electric pleasure shot through my body and I groaned again as I began stroking my cock faster. I arched my back and thrust into my hand, desperate to come, desperate to make my fantasy of Harper a reality.
I decided right then and there that I’d make her mine, train her to be my little slut, make sure that she knew just how to please me. I’d tie her up and tease her for hours. Slide glass toys in and out of her holes, make her lick them clean before doing it all over again. Climb on the bed and pinch and play with her nipples, put a cube of ice in my mouth and lick her stomach as she wriggled and moaned.
God, her moan – it was easily the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
Abruptly, a wicked idea shot into my head. I got up from the couch and walked into my office, my cock still obscenely hard and my balls aching for a release. I reached into the drawer of my desk and pulled out her purple silk panties, then shoved them down the waistband of my pants and began stroking my cock with them. They still smelled of her pussy and the scent filled my nostrils as I stroked myself even faster. Normally, I felt like I could last for hours but with the silk of Harper’s panties rubbing my cock and balls, I came almost instantly. It was so rough that it almost hurt and I groaned and thrust hard, burying myself in the silky material as my cock gushed ropes of hot cum.
There, I thought, my chest heaving and my breath panting. That’s what I’m going to do to you – take you, fill you with my seed.
Make you mine forever.
18
Harper – Saturday
I was so glad to finally have a break from everything, to have a weekend by myself. At the end of the day before, I’d gone to Nell’s office and knocked on the door. She had been busy with work, her eyes glued to her computer, but she’d finally torn her gaze from the screen and faced me.
“Yes?” Nell had asked. “What is it?”
“I can’t work tomorrow,” I said. “My daughter’s still not feeling well, and we’re going away for the weekend to visit my father.”
A look of displeasure crossed Nell’s face and I knew the smart thing would be to immediately recant my words and ask for forgiveness. But I’d spent so many Saturdays in the office over the last month that frankly, I was sick of it.
“Okay,” she’d said finally.
And just like that, I was free. I’d gone home and made dinner for Ada and my father – boxed Kraft macaroni and cheese, her favorite – then packed up the car and Ada’s favorite stuffed toys and left New York City for Boston. My father didn’t say it, but I could tell that he was overjoyed we’d decided to spend a weekend with him instead of the other way around.
It was still light when we got to Boston. I had put Ada to bed, then stayed up with my father and a couple of glasses of wine. Just being there made me feel better. I knew that I should feel almost cowardly, like a dog running with its tail between its legs, but instead I felt cleansed, relieved.
I’d slept peacefully for what had felt like the first time in weeks.
I hadn’t even dreamed about Nico, thank god.
In the morning, I got up bright and early and made breakfast. Ada slept in – a miracle, for her – and by the time she was awake, it was almost ten in the morning. I helped her eat a waffle and some scrambled eggs, then we got dressed.
“Get your favorite bunny,” I told Ada. “We’re going out.”
“Out?” She asked, cocking her head to the side and giving me a funny little look. “What about Pop-pop?”
I scooped her into my arms and gave her a kiss. Her cheek was still sticky from the maple syrup, but I didn’t mind – if anything, it only added to how adorable she was. I knew it was wrong, but taking out Ada out in Boston felt so much better than taking her out in New York because I didn’t have to worry about running into Nico. I winced when I pictured the look on his face. How would he take it, finding out that he had a daughter?
My stomach churned with anxiety and I shoved the thought out of my head.
“Yes, out,” I said. “You’ve been spending so much time with Pop-pop, and Mommy’s missed having ladies’ time with you. Don’t you want to have some fun with just Mommy for a change?”
Ada nodded. She covered my face in sticky kisses and I burst out laughing. This felt so nice – I didn’t realize how much I’d missed spending quality time with my daughter until now, and in that moment I vowed that I’d never let as much time go by as I had before without making sure I always had time to make Ada happy.