Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Our years of working together and his screw up that put Calfus onto us gained me the option of getting out, but he made it clear if I show my face in the U.S. again, the deal is off and I’m fair game. At least it means I get to keep us safe. And at least it means we get to live comfortably.
She pulls her lips to the side. “No, I guess not.”
“How do you feel about palm trees and ocean breezes?”
Her eyes light up. “I love the ocean! The only thing I loved about being in all those pageants? The fact we got to travel. Florida was my favorite because I got to see the ocean.”
“I’ll do you one better. Grand Cayman, that’s going to be our new home. It’s the most beautiful place in the world. We’ll be safe there, we can both start over. Are you ready for that? For a fresh start?”
Her smile lights up my heart.
“Yes, Daddy. If that’s what you think is best. As long as we’re together, I’d move to Siberia with you.” She reaches a hand up and twists a tendril of hair. “But one thing, before we go, can I get my hair done like you promised?”
I laugh. “Of course. I’ll call and make sure it’s done later today. But right now, here’s the deal. I want you naked in the next thirty seconds.”
She pops up, gives me a playful salute and begins stripping herself immediately.
She smiles, half her clothes already removed and hastily discarded.
I do the same, kicking off the last of my clothes, then my shoes, and lay down on the bed, head on the pillows. “Get that pussy on Daddy’s face. And your mouth on his dick. I’m going to give you your spanking at the same time, baby. And let’s celebrate our new life the best way we know how. Only, we’re going to be Mr. and Mrs. Paul Finkle. Can you handle that, Babybear?”
“Like I said.” She starts as she climbs on top of me, scooching her open pussy over my face, her knees on either side of my head. “As long as we’re together—and I get my unicorn hair, of course—I don’t care what our names are.”
“Goodgirl.” I reach up and pull her pussy to my mouth, just as I feel her tongue lick the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. For a moment all I do is eat her, enjoying the simple feast of her flesh, but I can’t hold back like that for long. I raise both hands in the air and bring them down in a slap on each side of her magnificent ass.
I do it again and again until she sprays her liquid heaven on my face and I drink her in, imagining our own kind of happily ever after.
EPILOGUE 1
Ginger
Three years later
“They’re here.” I manage to get out between the panting and moaning. “Daddy, please.”
“Yes, goodgirl. You want to come again?”
“No.” I immediately realize my mistake and try to correct it. “I mean, yes, I always want to come again, but right now people are waiting for us.”
Daddy has me bent over the edge of the bed with him on his knees behind me. He ignores my comment completely, eating my pussy until my legs quake and I feel my cum running down my inner thighs.
“That’s better.” He adds, then goes right back to fucking me with his tongue until I orgasm another two times, unable to control the cascade he is pulling from my trained body. “I want this baby to come out right here, so I can get another one in you.”
“My lord.” I pant. “You are a monster, Daddy. A baby making monster.”
“Guilty. Did you forget? Goodgirls say please…
“Please, please please can I cum Daddy? Please?”
“That’s my girl.”
With that his tongue works more magic and I go out like a rocket.
In the three years since we left home, I’ve already given birth to our first daughters, twins Elly and Leah, and a newborn son called Elijah. A wonderful side effect was that Stas is as ravenous for my milk filled breasts as any baby. I’ve not stopped nursing him or the babies since then.
My tits are three cup sizes bigger than before my first pregnancy, and at first, I was so self-conscious about how it all changed my body.
I’m fuller everywhere. Not just my breasts.
But after a few months of seeing how uncontrollable my new figure made Daddy, I grew to embrace my new, more buxom curves.
Stas keep after me as I bring my hands down onto his head in a plea for mercy.
“But the guests are waiting…”
“Fine.” He sighs, pulling his face from between my legs and laying a harsh slap on my bare, upturned ass.
I yelp and he pulls me up by my hair, spinning me around and planting a wet, sex-scented kiss on my lips.