Daddy’s Soul – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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“Did you need to pee?”

“No,” she grumbled. “I wanted to clean up a bit.”

“I’ll clean you up.” He lowered his finger to her pussy, running it over her slit. “But you’re right, you should pee after sex. I just don’t like the idea of you getting rid of the evidence that I was inside you, claiming you.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp.

Then he drew them away and started washing her. He wouldn’t let her help as he washed every inch of her. Taking out her lucky hair clip, he started washing her hair.

She’d never had her hair washed by a partner before. It was divine. He even massaged her scalp.

Finally, she slumped against him in exhaustion. Picking her up, he carried her out of the shower. He quickly dried them both off before wrapping her hair in a towel. Then he turned her toward the toilet.

“Go pee. I’m going to get us some water. I’ll bring you something to wear as well.”

She stumbled her way to the toilet. After peeing, she walked out and spotted a T-shirt sitting on the counter. It was a faded charcoal and had the words, ‘Wishingbone, Montana’ on the front. She pulled it on. It was so soft and it fell well past her bottom.

Wait. Wasn’t Wishingbone where his sister lived?

He walked into the room with two bottles of water, running his gaze over her.

“This T-shirt is cute.”

“My sister gave it to me. One of her friends decided to make merchandise for the town. Surprisingly, the tourists love it. Although her man had to stop her from making a dildo in the shape of a wishbone and putting the town logo on it.”

“W-what?”

“Yep.”

“That could work as a clit tickler,” she suggested.

He groaned. “You are never allowed to meet Kiesha.”

She pouted, guessing that was the name of his sister’s friend. It wasn’t likely that she’d ever go to Wishingbone, but if she did, she might like to meet Kiesha.

“As nice as this T-shirt is, I don’t think I can go home wearing just this,” she pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s okay since you’re not going home.”

She wasn’t?

Oh. He wanted her to stay.

“You look so surprised. I can’t believe you thought I was going to send you home after what just happened.”

Well, she hadn’t been sure. And she didn’t like to assume. Then she realized that he expected her to sleep here. Without her stuff.

Without Colin and her pacifier.

“But . . . but I don’t have a toothbrush,” she told him. “Sorry. Oral hygiene is very important to me. So I’ll just have to go home and come back another time to stay. Thanks for the offer of a sleepover, though.”

He reached past her and opened up a cupboard, pulling out a toothbrush still in its packaging.

“That’s very well-prepared.”

He gave her a knowing look. “I asked my housekeeper to get a new one for you. I don’t bring women back here. Ever.”

Great. So obviously he could read every thought on her face.

“I’m never going to be able to hide anything from you, am I?” she grumbled as he drew the towel off her head.

“And you’ll never try,” he said sternly. He took it from her and undid the packaging.

“What about girlfriends?” she asked as he put toothpaste on the brush.

Then he lifted her onto the counter and ran the water, putting the brush under it.

“I don’t have girlfriends.”

“Ever?” she asked in shock.

“Hmm. No, I had some girlfriends when I was younger. But not since I turned thirty, no.”

Wow.

“And I moved in here about four years ago. So no woman, other than my sister, housekeeper, Gwen, or Cat have ever been here.”

That made her feel ridiculously warm and fuzzy.

“Now, open your mouth.”

Confused at his command, she parted her lips and he placed the toothbrush into her mouth.

Shock filled her, and she reared back. She would have banged her head against the mirror if he hadn’t quickly slipped his hand around the back of her head to shield it.

“Easy, baby. You could hurt yourself.”

“S-sorry,” she said. “I just didn’t expect you to brush my teeth.”

“No one has ever brushed your teeth for you?” he asked.

No. Was that weird?

She shook her head.

“Not even in Little headspace?”

“No.”

“Huh. Good. I like being your first.”

“If you fuck my ass, that will be my first too.”

Faith went bright red as soon as she said that. She could feel how hot her cheeks were.

Dear. Lord.

“I’ve never heard you say the word fuck,” he murmured. “It sounds so dirty on your lips. And I like that I’ll be the first to do that to you as well. Because there are no ‘ifs’ about it. I’m going to fuck that pretty, pert ass.”

The one she was uncomfortably sitting on.

“Can I stand up?” she asked.

“No. If you didn’t want a sore bottom, then you shouldn’t have been naughty. Now, open again.”



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