Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Merrick has a two-week honeymoon planed for us on a private island, just off the coast of Belize, somewhere I’ve always dreamt of going.
“Yes, but I want to do something first.”
“What’s that, baby? Anything, I’ll give you whatever your sweet baby heart desires.”
I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze, giving him a coy look, biting into my bottom lip as he smiles, brushing my hair behind my ear.
“What do you say, little one?”
My heart patters in my chest. “Please, Daddy…” The desire I feel for him snakes inside of me. Coiling and slithering like a predator until it’s centered down deep inside me, ready to strike.
I’ve learned I have my own power, especially when it comes to teasing and making him salivate for me. I’ve still come into my own under his love and wisdom, understanding I have a voice and knowing he will always be there to hear it.
“Good girl. Now, come with me, I have a surprise for you in the back of the limo.”
We walk down the steps of the gazebo, toward the stretch black Lincoln that waits on the street in front of the restaurant, where we just celebrated with half the town.
“What’s the surprise?” I ask, because we were in the limo earlier and there wasn’t anything in the back seat—at least that I saw.
“So impatient.”
I screw up my face and pout. “Little girls aren’t supposed to be patient.”
“True.” He gives my rear a smack as he opens the door and I crawl into the back seat, pulling my long dress around my feet and waiting for him to follow. “Come here, little one.” He pats his lap and I crawl on top as he reaches forward and raps his knuckles on the dark partition separating the driver from the back, and a second later, I feel the vehicle start moving forward.
Merrick kisses me, soft and warm, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his kisses.
He pulls a piece of paper from the inside pocket of his tuxedo and hands it to me. “Read it.”
I unfold the document and concentrate on the words. My so-called home schooling was a bit lacking, so sometimes I have to go slow and sound out bigger words, and other times, I have to ask Merrick what they mean or how to pronounce them. He’s going to help me. He will teach me everything I’ve missed and maybe I can get extra credit if I’m a very good student…
But this time, reading the piece of paper I don’t need any help.
“Is this? A building? On Main Street…you bought a building?”
“It’s your wedding present, baby. For your dance studio. You can name it whatever you like. I’ll help you with the business, all you have to do is dance and teach and have fun. We’ll put in mirrors and a wood floor and decorate it however you like. Summer already said she’ll help too. You’re in charge, I’ll just be there to help and support you. And pay the bills.”
“Oh my God.” I stare at the deed.
“I’ll be in charge?” The words hang between us. I’ve never been in charge of my own life before.
“Yep. Well, we will still have our rules.” He leans down and kisses my nose, then runs his hand up my leg under the fabric of my dress until his fingers brush against my bare pussy. “No panties unless Daddy says so.” He rumbles into my ear and I’m immediately soaking wet.
“It’s the best present ever. Now, can I give you a present?”
“Of course. What do you have for me?”
“Well, it’s not something in a box or something that costs money.”
“Okay.”
I wiggle off his lap, kneeling down in front of him on the floor of the limo, hiking my dress up toward my hips, my palms facing up on the tops of my thighs, just like he’s trained me.
My mouth waters as I see the long hard outline of his cock behind the black fabric. “Please, Daddy. I want to give your cock special kisses. The way you taught me.”
His eyes blaze as he groans, his hands already on his belt as he frees his erection, rock hard and dripping as I smile and crinkle my nose. He raises his hips, pulling his trousers and boxers to his knees.
“Since you said please…” he answers, guttural and strained.
He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my face into his scrotum.
“Balls first, baby. Take good care of your Daddy, he loves you more than words can say.”
He groans as I run the flat of my tongue over the thick skin, looking up to see him close his eyes and lay his head back onto the seat.
“That’s my girl. Get that special spot just behind Daddy’s balls…”
He grips my hair tighter, pressing me into him, the musky, masculine scent filling my nose as I lick and suck, gently and carefully. After a minute, I pull back as he looks down.