Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“How can you say that?” She narrows her eyes, tears glinting beautifully on her long lashes.
“Because it’s true. I saw the video and I knew it couldn’t be true. So I had it analyzed professionally. That was what the phone call was about when you walked in. There was part of the video missing. The part that tells the true story.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
I draw a deep breath. Time for more revelations I didn’t expect to have to give right now. “Lennie, the fire wasn’t an accident. It was deliberate. It was set by Ryan’s father.”
“What? Why?”
“Because he’s also your father. Your biological father. You know who Ryan’s father is, right?”
“He’s…some sort of producer I think.”
I nod. “That’s right. And a scumbag of the highest order. He was obsessed with your mother, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You were the result, and your mom would not have had it any other way. Lilith loved you with all her heart, whoever your father might have been. What happened… It happened long before I knew her. But she told me. She made me promise not to let it hurt you, and I thought that meant keeping it a secret from you. But I was wrong, because if I’d just told you the truth you would have known not to trust anything that came out of his son’s mouth.”
She’s shaking her head. “I can’t believe it. He set the fire? What are you going to do?”
“What we are going to do, is honor your mom’s wishes. I’m going to make sure that you’re happy, for the rest of your life, and I’m never going to let any of this harm you. Lennie. I love you. We’ll weather the storm together, and Ryan’s father will get his day in court.”
I kiss her head as I hear my phone ding with an email notification.
The proof is there.
But all I need is right here. In my arms.
CHAPTER 10
Epilogue 1
Cade
Seven months later
“Shhh, you’ll wake up Mom. Don’t make me stuff a sock in your mouth again.”
“Then stop making me come so hard.” She stutters, my fingers in her hair as I admire her ass riding me reverse cowgirl.
It’s one of the only positions she likes now that her belly is getting bigger. She’s five months pregnant and fucking sexier than ever. My baby’s having a baby and my world is perfect.
Mom is asleep down the hall, here for a visit. It’s easier now that we built our new house in Brookyn. Old white plantation style on six hundred acres of rolling Irish Hills.
“I’ll never stop making you cum baby. Never. Now, ride Daddy hard. I like to see that ass bounce, hear those tits smack together. I’m want the full show.”
She moves faster, faster, as I hold her hips and grunt with each thrust.
“Like this?” She twists her head around, poking out her tongue. “You like to teach me how to do it just right don’t you Daddy?”
“Yes, taught you to be a good little fuck didn’t I?”
She nods as I smack her ass, then grab and push her forward onto all fours, her tits hanging down as I rail into her doggy style without missing a beat.
The world has adjusted around us. I left the agency, my heart wasn’t in it at all anymore. When Lennie saw this place and admitted to me how much she really wanted the small town life? How could I not give it to her?
I had more money than I’d ever need and my investments and holdings would feed a small army until I die.
Family. That’s what I always wanted. I thought it was success and power but this is it. My dick in my babygirl, her belly full of me and the world is my oyster.
We married at the courthouse two weeks after the whole blow up with just Mom and Davis in attendance. By the afternoon, we were back at the house I LA, packing up and ready to start our new life.
“Fuck, yes. Milk my cock, while I milk these tits.” I reach under and grab her swollen tits. It’s unusual, but her milk has already come in. Maybe it was that I suckled on her for a few hours a day, every day until her body finally gave in and gave me what I wanted.
I squeeze her sweet milk out as I pound into her, “You’re my little hucow, pregnant and milky for me.”
“Daddy—” She lights up, her body giving me that signal she’s on the edge. I pinch her nipples, drive down deep until she clutches around me and goes off.
She’s my baby, my wife, my lover and soon, the mother of my children. She is still technically employed by the agency because, I promised never to fire her and that’s a promise I intend to keep.