Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Money is no problem, and I don’t care about power. Only the power to take care of my family.
Andrea and Cassie are closer than ever, and we all just came back from a quick vacation in Aruba. Their kids are a joy and love our new Emma Jane.
I also helped Andrea connect with her two half-brother’s she’d never met. I kept her dad on ice, but made sure to let her know, any of her family is mine as well. Good and bad. I’ll have her back.
Minutes later, the backstage area is chaotic as I watch as two of the designer’s assistants remove the hundred thousand dollar gown from my wife, leaving her standing in her underwear and nothing else.
“Get out!” I bark as they linger a second too long, then slam the door to her private dressing area behind them.
“You know, the other models don’t like that I get my own dressing room while they have to dress out there in the mix of everything.”
Before I can give her some grumpy answer, she’s dipped her fingers down inside her panties and brings them to my lips.
Fuck.
I suck greedily, the savory-sweet mix of her flavor making my balls jerk.
“Daddy takes good care of me,” she says on a pouty smile that sends my dick into orbit.
“You take good care of me right back.” Lust ripples over my skin, the thumping of my heart cranking up the speed, knowing from the look in her eyes what she needs.
With the baby on my chest, I have other things to consider, but Emma is sound asleep, and I already know this is going to be quick.
With a rough spin, I turn her around, gather the barely-there panties in my hand and rip them half off, leaving the torn fabric hanging from one hip as I reach down and release my ever-ready erection to bend her over the closet chair.
“Fuck me,” she demands over her shoulder.
“You telling me what to do, little girl?”
I don’t wait for her answer. I kick her feet apart, smashing the flat of my hand between her shoulder blades and pressing her face into the small table, sending water bottles rolling onto the floor and a pair of ridiculously high heels tumbling.
I line up my dick and drive into her soaking warmth with one hard thrust.
“Mean Daddy.” She whimpers as I rock my hips, Emma Jane securely going for a ride on my chest as I pump into my wife.
“Sometimes bratty little girls need an attitude adjustment.”
My balls slap against her ass as I slide in and out, ramming her with every inch as I enjoy the grip of her wet heaven.
It’s not long before her moans have the orgasm gathering low in my gut.
“You’re making Daddy come, baby. I’m coming inside you. Take it all. Milk it out of Daddy.”
Her walls comply, her own orgasm drenching me as I fill her with spurt after spurt, hoping it’s time for baby number two to take root.
Her tits drip milk as her orgasm takes hold, her fingers scrambling on the tabletop for a grip while I deliver the last rough thrusts, leaving the gentleness for another time.
Noises from outside the door echo in the small space. I make sure wherever she is, she has her own dressing room, even if I have to pay for it.
“Hey.” There’s a swift knock, and my brother's voice comes through the door. “My wife wants to see yours, so finish fucking her, get dressed and get out here. I’m starving, and the kids want to see their Aunt Andy, the famous model.”
I slide out of Andrea, her smile lighting up my heart as Emma starts to rouse.
“Right on time,” she says as she works my cock back behind my zipper, shoving her finger back into my mouth.
I lean down and take a long draw on both her tits. Her sweet milk squirts over my tongue as I land a few smacks on her bare ass, then stand, kissing her lips, sharing the flavor of her cream with her.
“Get some clothes on.” I chuckle, running my hand down her hair-sprayed curls. “I want to show off my wife. Jackson has a table for us at that new restaurant on Fifth. He and his own Cassie are going to meet us there.”
“Good. I like having other girls to talk to about how mean Daddies can be.” She crinkles her nose, then skips away before she gets another smack on her sweet, perfect ass.
“I love you, baby. I want the world to know how much. So we’re going to take the car through Times Square on the way. You need to check out the big sign on that corner building.”
She pulls on a white tank top. “You didn’t.”
“I did.” Emma Jane starts to whimper. “Let’s go. You can feed baby and Daddy in the back of the limo on the way.”