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)
“You’re home.” I puff out between thrusts.
He growls. “I’ll never get tired of this. One day I’ll drop dead while fucking you. Then they’ll report about how Jackson William Carter, died fucking his little girl. What a scandal it will be.”
I’m whimpering, exhaling in puffs as he drives in and out of me harder and harder until I’m wincing and clenching my fingers into fists.
“It hurts,” I gasp.
“It’s going to hurt sometimes baby. Be good and Daddy will be done soon. Close your eyes if you need to.” He slams harder, grinning, as he destroys my cervix and the blissful ache of having him so deep pulsates outward from my core.
His rock-hard hips begin to curl against me, flexing and circling. I'm gliding up higher on the bench from the force, and he yanks me back down hard. Onto his cock.
“You want to come? Be a good little girl and come for Daddy…” His deep voice races through me as I nod.
“Yes, please. God. It feels so good. The tickle is starting, I can’t stop it…”
I yelp and my ears are ringing. My toes tense. The room disappears around me as my orgasm takes over.
I feel his cock thicken then the sensation of his hot spurts of cum fill me. My cervix sucks up his seed, pulling it deep inside me. I’m half dazed and dizzy, when he unhooks me then slides both arms underneath my back, and cradles me up against his chest.
I curl into his hardness knowing what a big teddy bear he is inside. We breathe together for a long moment, my eyes closing breathing in his scent.
When I open my eyes, I'm in the soft new bed and he's spooning me from behind, holding my left hand up into the light. I smile, the massive perfect engagement ring glistening in the mellow light of the bedside lamp.
“What are you looking at?” I ask.
“I'm looking at your hand. We’ll be married in less than a month.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You were the one who wanted to wait. I was ready to do the deed driving you home from the hospital…”
I squeeze his arms tight to my chest, feeling the weight of the diamond on my finger.
I remember it all…
My misunderstanding. My pain.
“Has Bella RSVP’d to the wedding?”
“She's in Atlanta that weekend. But she won’t miss it - she knows I’ll never forgive her if she does.”
“Good. My father and stepmother will be there. He’s been really sweet ever since it happened. I hope we can get closer. All of us.”
“I hope so too baby, but I won’t let anyone mis-treat you. Not on my watch so if they don’t behave, they will deal with me. Just because they are family doesn’t mean you will put your neck on the stump as they grab their axes. I’ll tan that little behind of yours after I deal with them. No one takes advantage of you anymore baby.”
“I know. I’m doing much better about it all. I always know there is a grizzly bear standing behind me.”
“Yep. Oh, and I did get the final dismissal from Bella about all the harassment cases. It’s all wrapped up.”
“Good. What a mess. Like some movie plot. I mean, a twin? A mentally ill twin to boot.”
“Exactly. I keep thinking what would’ve happened if Joe hadn't revealed himself.”
“Joe. I feel so bad for him. First living the way he did with your parents. Then they both die from overdoses then he’s in foster care. It’s horrible.” I turn over hugging my huge Daddy barely getting my arms around him.
“I know baby. My attorney’s will do what they can on his case. He needs treatment which I’ll take care of. But even so, if he ever tries to hurt you again…”
His voice trails off. He’s in a tough spot. His only real blood family he knows tried to ruin him. Ruin me. Ruin us.
And yet, he wants to help. He’s conflicted about it all and I do what I can to be supportive but not push.”
“You know it’s our anniversary.” He changes the subject and I feel his body soften.
“It is?”
“Yes. One month ago today I saw you in the lavender dress. I knew I’d have you right then.”
“You did? What if I didn’t like you?”
He shrugs, kissing my hair. “Didn’t matter. I even remember telling myself if you didn’t want to come with me, I’d kidnap you.”
I smack his shoulder. “No more kidnapping.”
He sniffs. “We’ll see. Think it might be fun. We could pretend your long-lost Daddy comes and finds you. Takes you to his lair…teaches you all the ways to make him happy.”
“That’s sort of what happened.”
“True. I’m sure you have a story like that in your diary.”
“I probably do. Maybe I’ll read it to you later.”
He chuckles. I finally revealed my diary to him after we got home from the hospital and things were settled with the police. For once, I wasn’t ashamed of my dreams, my feelings, everything about me inside those pages.