Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“My mom died. I’m pretty sure it was a drug overdose,” I tell him. He stiffens but doesn’t say anything. “I don’t know who my dad is. My step dad is in prison. My life is a mess. My brothers are my whole world. I was their mother for all intents and purposes and the state says that I can’t take care of them right now. My heart hurts, Jackson.” Fresh tears well up in my eyes, but he swipes them away as soon as they fall.
“I understand,” he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Let me put your mind at ease. No one else has ever called me Daddy before and there will be no one else while we are together. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”
“You still want me? Even though I’m a mess.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, Jeniveve. You won’t regret this, I swear. Now, where are your brothers?”
“School. For two more hours.”
“Are you still in school?”
“Yes, but I graduate in two weeks. I had an early release day today.”
“Okay. Let’s get Mrs. Honeycutt back in here and I’ll sign the paperwork for your brothers and then I’ll take you home.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I screech and impulsively throw my arms around his neck. He groans and wraps his arms around me. He inhales my scent at my neck and goosebumps pop up on my arms and legs.
I can do this. I can be whatever he needs me to be.
Ten minutes later, we’re walking down Market Street hand in hand. I’m amazed at how safe I feel with this man. He leads me to a parking garage and into the passenger seat of his fancy SUV. His mansion on Signal Mountain is gorgeous. It’s built right into the side of the mountain. I bet it’s pretty in the snow. I’ve never seen something like this that wasn’t on TV. Our old house looks like something out of a horror movie compared to this.
“Welcome home, Kitten.”
“We really get to live here?”
“Yes. This is my main home.”
“Main?”
“I have places in Florida, Georgia, and North Carolina.”
“Oh. So you’re rich?” I ask and then immediately regret that. It’s none of my business.
“Yes. I suspect that’s why DCS overlooked my single status.”
“Wow. You must be really powerful.”
“I’ve earned every bit of that status, Kitten. Come with me, I’m dying to be inside of your sweet pussy.”
“Inside of me?” I gasp. He wants me now? For some reason, I expected him to want to wait. He’s a virile man so I don’t know why I thought that.
“I’m collecting your first payment,” he says, callously. A shiver rolls down my spine. I should hate that he said it like that, but I really, really don’t. “The first of many.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation. What’s wrong with me?
Chapter Three
Jackson
Having her call me Daddy is especially depraved. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but now that it’s out there, I’m not taking it back. I should ease her into this, but my cock is so hard I could nail down railroad ties. I need to be buried balls deep inside her tiny body. I’ve got an hour and a half before her brothers are out of school. That’ll be just enough time to get a taste of what she’s offered me. I lead her into the house and straight into my bedroom. The tour will have to wait. I’ll give her own room for some semblance of respectability, but this is where she’ll be every free second riding my cock.
“Strip for me, Kitten. Give Daddy a good show,” I tell her, kicking my shoes off. My socks go next. When I look at her, I see that she hasn’t moved. “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing… I just… could I freshen up first?”
“Right through there,” I say, pointing to the master bathroom.
“I’ll just be a minute, I swear.” She sprints past me, but I grab her, spinning her to face me. “Y-yes?”
“Take your time, Kitten. I’m not going anywhere.” Without a second thought, I pull her body closer to me. My hands trails down her arms and I grip her hips hard, making sure she’s flush against me. Her tits press into my chest. For the first time, I realize our height difference. She’s no taller than 5’4 to my 6’5. She’s tiny and fragile. I want to own her. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers and taste her soft lips. Using my tongue, I coax her mouth open and sweep inside. She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss even further. I pull away from her, my breathing harsh. “Go on.”
When has a fucking kiss done that to me? I strip down to my boxers and sit on the edge of my bed. I hear the shower turn on and force myself to stay where I am. A few minutes later the bathroom door opens, and she comes out, her hair thrown up in a messy bun and her naked body still damp. I swallow thickly and palm my cock through my boxers. Her tiny curvy body is better than I imagined it would be. She has dusky, pert nipples and a tiny triangle of dark hair above her pussy. God, she’s perfection.