Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"Yes. Thank you. Oh, God. Yes," she screams. "Daddy, more."
"You got it, baby," I hiss, holding her hips as I slam into her.
"Fuck," she hisses.
"Tell me. Tell me, Iris," I hiss.
"Daddy," she moans, her head dropping between her shoulders.
"There we go. That's my good girl. My good fucking girl. Come for me," I hiss as she screams, her orgasm hitting hard and fast. "Good girl."
"Oh, God. Viper," she cries, her legs shaking.
"Fuck," I hiss.
"Daddy," she whispers, and with that, our orgasms collide again.
"Fuck," I hiss.
"Daddy," she screams. "More."
"I don't have anymore," I laugh.
"Please. More," she hisses, her cunt tightening around me. "I want more."
"Then have more," I laugh, flipping her over. "Now, spread those legs, baby. And give me a smile. Because this is just the beginning. Remember you belong to me, my perfect little whore, my little cumslut.
She lies on her back and I snap a picture of her like that, my cum all over her stomach.
"This is perfect," I whisper.
"Take a video. I want to remember this night, too," she whispers.
"Of course. Anything you want," I hiss, and the minute I press record, she poses for me.
"You're such a good Daddy," she smirks, touching her pussy. "Come here."
"What do you want, baby?"
"I want you to taste us. I want you to taste our cum. Together," she hisses, and the camera shakes as I climb up the bed. "Please."
"Anything for you, baby," I smile, kissing her.
She's delicious, and my cock twitches.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," she smiles. "Give me more."
"You've had enough," I hiss, but then she's reaching down and stroking me.
"Not enough. I need more," she says, and the second she slides her lips over my cock, I'm hard.
I turn off my phone, placing it on the nightstand as she licks me clean.
"I want to remember this," I hiss, and the sight of her sucking me dry is enough to tip me over the edge.
"Come on. Come in my mouth. I want it," she begs.
"Anything you want," I hiss, and as I explode, her name is on my lips.
"Yes. More. Give me everything," she whispers, and my orgasm is intense.
"Fuck," I hiss, lying flat on the bed. "Oh, fuck. That was intense."
"Yeah. Yeah, it was," she smiles, lying next to me. "Can we do that again?"
"No," I laugh. "You're going back home. But tomorrow, we're going to talk. I'm done fucking around. You're mine in every sense of the word, Iris. Got it? I don't care who knows about us."
"I am?"
"Yes. Mine. I'm never letting you go. And you're never leaving me. Got it?"
"Got it," she says, her eyes wide.
"Good. Now, let's get you cleaned up. I've got a car waiting outside."
"A car? You're taking me to your place?"
"No. Because if I do, we won't get any sleep You're staying at the Desire House tonight, it shows the girl you're a team player, that you don't mind staying there every once in a while." I say, giving her a kiss goodbye.
"Fine," she huffs, standing.
She won't look at me.
"I'm not saying this to be mean. You're going to need rest for the days ahead. Got it?" I say as I pull my jeans on.
"Uh huh," she mutters.
"Good. You're amazing, you know."
"I'm not. I'm just..."
"Amazing," I hiss.
"Well, if you think so, then I guess I am," she shrugs.
"Absolutely. Now, get dressed. The driver will take you home. Okay?"
"Got it," she grins.
"And, Iris? Don't wear anything to bed tonight. You won't need clothes."
"But what if the club girls...?" she flushes.
"Don't worry about them. They know who you belong to," I smirk.
"Okay. Fine," she huffs, pulling on the set she was performing in.
"Good. Now, go. Your driver is waiting," I say.
"Thank you," she whispers, and as she walks away, I can't believe that the best thing that ever happened to me just walked out the door.
***
The next morning, Allegra unexpectedly arrives home.
The first sign that my daughter is here is the mess she made of the kitchen, and as I walk into the dining room, she greets me with homemade pancakes.
"Hey, Dad," she beams, and the smile on her face is priceless.
"Hey, kid," I manage, scratching the back of my head. "Could have told me you were coming home for the holidays. How's college?"
"Oh, it's fine. I needed a break, so here I am," she shrugs. "Want some?"
"Sure," I smile, sitting at the table and pouring myself a cup of coffee.
My guilty conscience is eating me alive, and as my daughter hands me a plate of pancakes, I feel worse. "So, what have you been up to? I've missed you."
"Oh, you know. College stuff. What have you been up to? How's the club?" she asks, sitting across from me.
"Oh, fine. Fine," I shrug.
"That's great," she smiles.
"Yeah. How long are you here for?"
"Until the new year," she says, and relief washes over me.
At least we've got a bit of time together.