His Father Read Online A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“I love you too,” she replies before I can take it back and explain that I meant I love what she does to me, not that I love love her. It’s far too soon for that… or at least it is for me. “I’m hungry.”

She kisses my jaw and starts to walk away.

I just fucked up. I just fucked up so bad.

It’s too late now anyway. Even if I do take back what I said, I can’t take back what she said and it’ll just hurt her if I do. Perhaps one day I’ll say it and mean it. I just beg that I haven’t given her false hope and tomorrow isn’t the day I wake up and decide I’m done. The thought pains me.

Maybe I do love her in my own way?

Whatever I feel, I don’t want it to end, not yet.

Tempest

I woke up extra early today to get ready, do my hair and makeup, dress nice and then make him breakfast which I serve to him in bed.

It’s just porridge with blueberries because I’m not the best cook in the world and I’m scared I’ll mess up anything else.

I place his card and gift on the tray with it and smile as I approach his sleeping form. He’s on his back, essentially star fishing beneath the thin blanket in the well air-conditioned room. The muscles of his chest are so defined even as he’s lying down you can see the ridges of them.

He told me he loved me. This handsome, incredible, wealthy man loves me. This thought makes my smile become a beam. I can’t contain it.

He told me he loves me.

Is this what it feels like? Is this what it should feel like? I never want it to end.

“Happy birthday to you,” I sing, sitting on the side of the bed as he finally wakes.

His answering smile is so broad and handsome when he sees what I’ve done. “Porridge?” His accent mimics mine.

“Porridge,” I reply and Maddox enters the room without knocking while declaring, “OATMEAL!”

He tosses a wrapped gift onto the bed. “Can’t stay, got shit to do. Happy birthday, Dad. Bye, Pest.”

“Porridge!” I shout after him when he leaves and Sargent sits up and places the tray over his lap. The legs balance it on either side of his.

“It’s been a long time since somebody went to this effort on my birthday.” Sargent grins, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. “Maddox used to but not since he was fifteen I think.”

He drinks his coffee and waits for me to kiss him.

“So before you open your gift from me, it’s not your actual gift. Your actual gift isn’t here yet. I’m sorry, I suck I know.”

“You certainly do suck,” he chuckles, referring to things other than what I’m referring to.

I slap his thigh that’s peeking out from under the quilt and then lean forward to kiss it. The soft hair tickles my upper lip as my fingers dig in, massaging his shin. He groans and his head rolls back.

“Open your gifts,” I demand, kneeling between his legs so I can rub them both at the same time.

He opens Maddox’s first after a few mouthfuls of porridge and he smiles when he sees what it is. I lean to the side so as to get a good look when he hands it to me, still smiling.

I hold the small key chain in my hand and flip it over. On one side is a picture of Maddox holding a baseball bat, on the other is a picture of me. Yes… me. Smiling at the camera shyly, my hair blowing across my face. It’s a photo he took before we came here. I remember the moment he took it because I was so embarrassed.

“It’s a warning,” Sargent explains while placing the tray to the side, but I gathered that already. “Remind me to put it on my keys later.”

“You want my face on your keys?”

“I want your face near my dick at all times.” He chuckles when I scowl at him and starts peeling open the gift from me.

He won’t be laughing soon.

“This better not be what I think it is,” he murmurs as he reads the little label attached to the bottle of herbal Viagra. “You little.”

I scream when he lunges for me.

“I’ll show you who needs dick cream, you little twat.”

I laugh as he pins me on the bed, tickling me along my sides and thighs with his fingers. “I just thought, because you’re an old man no… AAAAH!” He bites my hip and we wrestle for power. Me still laughing my arse off as he flips me over, rips my trousers down and penetrates me in one powerful swoop.

My laughter stops soon after and, in its place, comes moaning and cursing. I squeeze my eyes shut and push back against him.



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