Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I’d rip her tight, young little holes apart and she wouldn’t even have a fucking say in it. I couldn’t do that to her. I loved her too much.
I stopped amidst our kiss, her lips still eagerly responding to my unmoving ones. God, I did, I fucking loved her. There was no running away from it now.
“Come on, baby girl,” I told her gently. “Let’s get you into bed.”
I pulled her off me despite her protesting cries, and led her in nothing but her lacy pink panties into the bedroom. I laid her down in bed, tucking her in and making sure she was warm. Her eyes were heavy, closing and opening more and more slowly.
“You need some rest, don’t you, Kendall?” I asked her, and she nodded sleepily. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy will be right here, I just have to make sure you have everything you need for school tomorrow.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she muttered sleepily, pulling me down for one last kiss before she drifted off to sleep.
I planned on going into my study to finish up some work, but seeing her laying there looking so fucking vulnerable, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I ordered some shit for her for the next day and made sure my assistant would pick it up in the early morning. Then, I took my own clothes off and climbed into bed with her.
As soon as my body hit the sheets, she crawled closer, wrapping herself around me.
Little Kendall looked like she fitted into my big, grown-up bedroom perfectly, and I couldn’t get enough of her presence in the apartment. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she slept, too enamored by her presence to catch a wink of sleep myself.
I’d left her at school that morning, after having a good breakfast I’d ordered in. Some of her clothes arrived in the morning, and she loved the things I’d picked out for her, sweet pastels and pretty cuts that complemented her perfectly. I loved seeing her excitement when she got dressed, and even though she begged to stay behind, I wouldn’t let her. I told her to borrow some school supplies from Amanda until we went to pick some stuff up that afternoon.
As I drove her to school, her hand rested on my knee and I felt like I was finally on the right track. I waved her off, and she blew me a kiss, the wind blowing her skirt up and flashing me a view of her cute little panties. I grinned to myself as I watched her leave, but I wasn’t the only one.
I saw the kid right away, the guy who was responsible for her coming home so fucking late the previous day. But this time, I wasn’t going to let him off the fucking hook. He wasn’t going to get away with staring at my girl’s perfect bubble butt just like that.
I got out of the car easily, and the guy shrank back right away when he saw me. He had a backpack slung on his shoulder, and he fidgeted nervously while I approached him.
“You,” I said, pointing for him to come closer.
He approached me hesitantly, his hands up in defense.
“I don’t mean any harm,” I told him easily, laughing out loud. “And by that, I mean, don’t worry, kid, I’m not going to punch you in the face again.”
I was pleased to see the bruise on his face like a fucking jackass. But he needed to know Kendall was mine, and only mine.
“I didn’t touch her,” he said, and I knew he was lying.
Kendall had confessed he’d tried to kiss her the previous day while I was fucking her, and I had half a mind to knock the kid’s teeth out for lying to me. Little jackass.
“Don’t lie to me, kid,” I told him with a smile, and his face paled. “I know what happened, and that’s fine. I don’t blame you for trying. She’s some piece of ass, isn’t she?”
He stared at me in shock as I gave him an easy smile.
“Just so you know though,” I went on. “If I see you trying anything with her again, I’m going to break every bone in your body.”
“What the–” he started, but I interrupted right away.
“I don’t give a shit if you’re eighteen or sixty,” I told him. “The girl’s off limits. And you will keep your fucking hands off. Sure, chat away, but remember, one finger on her and you’re a walking corpse. Got that?”
“I…” he stared at me incredulously, then swallowed thickly. “Yes, Mr. Reed.”
“Good.”
I came up to him and ruffled his hair good-naturedly. I loved how afraid he was of me. I didn’t usually get off on scaring kids, but this one had touched my property and I had to make sure he wouldn’t repeat his mistake.