Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"It has a basement? What's in it?"
"Nothing yet, but it will be a gym."
Her nose wrinkles in disgust, making me smile. Lyric hates exercising. The last time she went to the gym with me and Lachlan, she lasted ten minutes on the treadmill before she was tired, bored, and ready to leave.
"There's also a reading nook for you, baby girl."
"Really?" she breathes.
"Mmhmm."
She squeaks, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. I groan, dragging her right up against me. Fuck, now that I've touched her, I can't stop. I want my goddamn hands on her every minute of the day.
This is why I'm letting her brother buy me out. I'll never get another thing done now that she's mine. I've barely gotten anything done for the last year. She's my job now, my world.
I don't need the money. I've got millions sitting in the bank, more than we'll ever need. More than our kids or their kids will need. I plan to spend the rest of my life spoiling this little princess.
Starting now.
"Come on." I slip my hand in hers, leading her up the stairs. Most of the house is still unfurnished, but not our bedroom…and not our playroom.
"Daddy," she gasps, stopping at the door to the playroom designed to look exactly like her bedroom. She stares for a long moment before floating forward. One small hand drifts across her pale pink comforter. "It's my room."
I follow her inside, sliding my hand around her waist to pull her up against me. "You know how many nights I stood outside the door, thinking about you in your little bed, princess?" I whisper, my lips against her ear. "How many times I wanted to slip under the covers with you when I heard you crying out for daddy?"
"Daddy," she moans, melting against me.
"Daddy isn't playing by the rules anymore, baby girl." I slip my hand down her stomach, rucking her dress up her thick thighs. "I'm giving us both what we want, and you're going to keep it a secret, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, daddy," she sobs. "I won't tell. Oh, please." Her little claws dig into my arms as she arches, thrusting her tits out. God, she's hot for it, my greedy little baby girl.
I walk my fingers down her stomach, teasing her like she's been doing to me for the last year. She sobs again, rising on her tiptoes in a bid to force my hand closer to her needy pussy.
I place my lips against the soft skin of her throat, breathing her in. She smells so fucking good. I run my fingers around the band of her panties before plunging my hand inside.
Hot. Wet. Perfection.
She's soaked, her hard clit protruding from her drenched folds, begging for attention. I run my finger up her slit, pressing it to the swollen nub.
"Daddy!" She throws her head back against my shoulder, wailing my name into the room.
"Quiet, baby girl. We don't want anyone to catch us," I murmur, raking my teeth down the tendon in her neck. "They won't let daddy do this anymore if they do."
"No, no," she cries, embedding her nails into my flesh. "I need it. I need it. Need you."
Ah, hell. I grind my dick against her plump, round ass, running my finger in circles around her little clit. She trembles, moaning my name.
I bite her neck, dragging her dress up higher. Her tits spill out of her bra, too big to be contained. My mouth waters, eager to taste those hard little nipples on my tongue.
I circle her fuckhole, grinding my thumb against her clit as I pinch one hard nipple. She shouts as she comes, splintering apart in my arms as if she's been on the edge for hours.
Her juices spill out, soaking my hand. What little control I have left shatters. I have to taste it. Now. Now. Right fucking now.
I'm not gentle as I drag her down to the bed, draping her over it facedown with her perfect ass in the air. Goddamn. I'm going to worship this ass. I yank her panties down, falling to my knees behind her.
"Daddy, daddy," she chants, still trembling through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I bite her left cheek and then her right, leaving marks in her perfect skin.
"This belongs to daddy," I snarl, shoving my hand between her legs to cup her cunt in my palm. "Only Daddy touches you, princess."
"Yes!" she cries, rocking her hips against my hand like the greedy little thing she is. Even though she just came, she's desperate for more.
I pry her cheeks apart and bury my face between them.
"Sinclair!" she screams in shock.
My right hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack. "What do you call me when we're alone, baby girl?"
"D-daddy," she sobs, thrashing beneath me. "Daddy."
"That's right. Daddy has you bent over your little princess bed with your cheeks spread. Daddy has his face between your legs, eating your tasty little cunt," I snarl, lapping up her juices like a man possessed. I do it loud and messy, making sure she hears every filthy sound.