Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
And hardened my cock into a permanent titanium rod.
As much as I want to fuck her, I want to comfort her more, and soothe her, and wash away all that strip club makeup and glitter and discover the little girl that needs me.
God, I need her to need me. That thought baffles me. I mean, yeah, I like that Jackson needs me around here and my business needs me to keep it on the tracks.
Those things give me a sense of purpose, and I like that. But I’ve been alone since I was sixteen, and I actively arranged my life to avoid being needed by anyone in any personal relationship sort of way.
“Come.” I curl my fingers in a come here motion as she stands there, still cloaked in my jacket and that barely-there red and blue outfit which I’ve managed to rip and pull out of shape. “We’re going to wash away everything that club put on you, and then I’m going to get you dirty again.”
The words make her visibly shiver, but she doesn’t pull away. I took a knee in front of her when I got her out of the car and discarded those dumb acrylic heels into the bushes outside the front of the house, reminding myself to get them into the trash can before Jackson and Cassie come home and wonder what sort of parties I’ve been throwing here while they were gone.
God, her tits are huge. Bigger here in the light of the bathroom than I noticed before, and the rest of her is more opulent, and lusher, than should be allowed here on Earth.
It’s getting harder and harder to control myself with her carefree innocence on display in front of me. Why isn’t she trying to run?
The question keeps taunting me, but I push it away every time. The ache in my balls and cock is relentless and growing by the millisecond as I turn the chrome handle on the massive claw-foot tub and nod to the fizzing bubbles.
“Show me what you were going to do on that stage first. Then I’m going to wash off every memory of what you were going to show off to all those depraved men.”
“You—” She stalls on a quizzical tip of her head, her rich dark maple syrup colored, poorly-dyed pigtails wagging down to her cute little ears. “Dance for you?”
“Is that what you planned for tonight? To dance?”
Her mouth makes a sweet little ‘O’ shape as she considers her answer, standing there with her toes pointed together, knees and thighs tight and tits on full display, and all I want to do is sink my tongue into her juicy little wet hole while she begs Daddy for what she needs.
Daddy.
Fuck, yeah. I can’t fight the word that’s been beckoning to me since yesterday when I first saw her. I want to fuck her and cuddle her. Hurt her and soothe her.
I. Want. It. Fucking. All.
“I was, but I’m not exactly sure what I planned. As soon as I got on the stage, I froze.”
It’s nearly impossible to draw a breath staring at the vision before me, and I would admire her for hours but my cock and balls have other plans.
“Then I’ll tell you what to do. That’s what you want deep down, isn’t it, shortcake? Someone to tell you what to do?”
A beat passes before she tilts her head, and euphoria takes me when her plump, pink lips spread into a smile. “Yes, I think so.”
I close the space between us, heat spreading downward from the crown of my head into my toes as I think of her thick thighs spreading for me as she calls my name and scores my back with her fingernails. I remind myself that she said she’s had four gin and tonics tonight. Maybe not that much, but I get the feeling she’s not a big drinker. Something about her makes me want to do this right. My own twisted mind’s version of right, sure, but I’m not going to take her cherry until she’s sober.
But my flexible morals and my greedy monstrous need are worked up enough to convince myself that she’s clear minded enough for some other activities. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth, working my suit jacket from her shoulders and the remnants of her Harley Quinn outfit down her curves and onto the floor. “I want a fully nude special dance.”
Stepping back, the wonder and flash of excitement in her eyes has my heart pinched between my ribs.
I want to bend her over and ruin her with every inch of my thick cock, painting her insides with my seed so she’ll never be free from me, but first things first.
I backstep, unable to tear my eyes from her naked body, then lower myself into the chair next to the steaming, bubble-filled bathtub, and spin my index finger in the air.