Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Believe me it did, but it’s only money. You’re worth it and more.”
The restaurant is silent as we sit down to eat. I pull Marissa’s chair close to mine so I can touch her while we eat. A delicious dinner and two bottles of wine later, it’s time to tell her why I wanted the place deserted.
“You know how you said you’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I have a confession to make. Even before you agreed to let me manage you, there’s been one fantasy rattling around in my head. What would it be like to take you to Paris and to fuck you at the top of the Eiffel Tower? I would look at your pictures and imagine every detail.”
I take her by the hand and lead her to the open-air side of the two-hundred and seventy-ninth floor. The wind hits us, and she gasps and squeezes my hand. She hasn’t gotten over her fear of heights yet, but I think tonight will fix that for her. I take her to the edge and show her the ropes I stored there when I made the arrangements.
“What are those for?”
“For you, baby girl. I’m going to tie you to the rail so you feel safe.”
She gazes at the ropes and back at me with a combined expression of fear and curiosity.
I bend her over the rail and quickly secure her wrists to the metal. Then, I remove her warm-up pants and spread her legs, tying each ankle to the lower supports. I pull out my cock and slide her red bathing suit to the side, running a finger down her slit. Jesus Christ. She’s already wet and dripping for me.
I mount her from behind and thrust myself deep inside her. God, yes.
“Is this safe? Are you sure I won’t fall, Daddy?”
“I’ve got you, baby. Just look down and enjoy the view.”
The wind rushes against our bodies as I pound against her sweet, little ass. I know the blood is rushing to her head, but considering the way her body responds to me, she’s having the time of her life.
Her cries are carried by the wind like the echoes of sweet siren songs, and they’re music to my ears. I must have lived this moment a thousand times in my mind, but it could never compare to the real thing.
“Oh, god. Daddy, I think I’m going to explode!”
“Let go, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Her muscles contract and suckle my rod as her juices flow. That’s all it takes for spots of color to dance behind my eyes. I bury myself inside her tiny walls and fill her with my seed. Spent and panting, I carefully untie her and lift her into my arms.
“Did you like the view, baby girl?”
“It was incredible. This was better than any medal.”
“I love you, Marissa.”
She gazes into my eyes and holds my face in her small hands. “I love you, too. I think I’ve always loved you.”
“Good, then there’s no reason to wait any longer.”
I sink to one knee, take out the small black box in my pocket, and open it. Marissa’s eyes widen at the massive diamond ring inside.
I’ve been waiting for this moment. Dreaming of it. “Marissa, I knew even before meeting you that you’re the one for me. The one who’ll be by my side, the one who’ll house my babies, the one I will come home to. Baby girl, will you marry me?”
Stunned, she moves her hands from my face and wraps them around my neck. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Holy shit, yes!”
EPILOGUE
MARISSA
Life’s been good. So good.
Signing up with Malcolm was the best decision ever. And I don’t regret any part of it. Ever. I didn’t just achieve my dreams, dreams I’ve had since I was a kid, but I also got my happy ever after.
Sitting in my rocking chair and watching him take care of our newborn baby, I can’t help but fall more deeply in love with him. I didn’t know it was possible, but here I am.
“Hey, beautiful.”
Malcolm stares at me while holding Mandy, so small in his massive arms. Even so, I can tell she already has him wrapped around her tiny finger.
“Ugh, don’t. I know I don’t look my best.”
At three weeks postpartum, I feel exhausted all the time even if Malcolm always makes sure I get enough rest and sleep. Yesterday, I passed by one of the large mirrors in our home and looked in horror at the stranger gazing back at me. Dark circles under my eyes. Disheveled hair. Pale skin.
Malcolm’s forehead furrows. He notices the drop in my mood. He always does.
I watch him lower her into the pink crib, so gentle despite his massive size. Mandy begins to coo softly, snug in her unicorn swaddling blanket, her eyes closing.