Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
And there she is. My beautiful doll.
She’s standing at the counter, waving goodbye to the group of elderly women who are heading out the exit. My gaze drops, as it inevitably does, to her tight ass…and my eyes narrow. Seems to me she wouldn’t have worn a short, red skirt if she didn’t expect a visit from her husband at some point during the day. Wouldn’t have left those smooth, toned legs out for me to imagine spreading. God knows that’s what I’m doing right now. Thinking about her knees locked around my head while I lick her perfect cunt.
As if Delilah senses me standing there, she turns…giving me a look at my two favorite women. My wife. And the tiny, sleeping baby strapped to her chest.
Sleeping. Thank Christ.
Delilah bites her lip and scrutinizes my lap. “Did you need me for something?”
“I never stop needing you,” I rasp. “Please.”
With a slow stroll designed to drive me crazy, Delilah rounds the yogurt counter, her backside swaying left to right, turning my dick to concrete. She flips over the sign on the door, and I follow her into the small office where we keep a basinet for Hildie. No sooner has she laid down our sleeping baby, that I drag her into the storage closet across the hall.
“Not so fast,” she murmurs, even as she starts popping open buttons on her shirt. One by one. “We’re going for a visit tonight at Roger’s. Can you still close the shop an hour early?”
“Yes,” I grit out, refusing to admit that I no longer mind going to see her asshole brother. It makes my wife happy, and Roger has become tolerable since he realized I worship the ground his sister walks on. “Early. Closing early.”
Delilah smiles up at me, and my heart slams against my ribs. “You’re so good to me.” She pushes open her shirt and presents me with her incredible tits, purring as I mold them in my extra-large hands. “I want to be good to you, too.”
“You are,” I groan, rasping her pretty, pink nipples with my palms. “You’re so good to me, I still wake up every day thinking I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming,” she whispers, unfastening the fly of my jeans, peeling down the zipper. “I love you. You love me. And it’s not a dream.”
“Thank God.”
When I bend down for a kiss, she evades me. Dropping to her knees. My abdomen lurches with wild lust as Delilah frees my cock, laying a kiss on the pulsing head. “You say I’m good to you.” Her tongue flickers out, catching a drop of come. “But I want to be even better, Daddy.”
I swallow my growl to keep from waking the baby, snaring her hair in my fist and rocking my hips toward her suckling mouth. “Good girl, Delilah. Let Daddy show you how.”
The End