Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I don’t even know what to say to that. It was a great speech, laced with praise and contempt. I am not sure of the emotions. The principal finally starts handing out diplomas, in alphabetical order. Finally, she gets to my girl.
“Jeniveve Alexandra Palmer.” I watch as she walks across the stage and shakes the principal’s hand, flips her tassel and poses for a picture. She spots us in the crowd and waves at us. It boggles my mind that it’s only been two weeks since she came into my life like a raging inferno. An inferno that threatens to burn forever.
I’m ready for that. I’m ready to be the rock she needs. I’m all hers for the rest of my life.
Thank fuck.
Accepting her body for my help was the very best thing I’ve ever done. She's the air I breathe. I won’t survive without her now that I’ve got her.
Epilogue
Jeniveve
Five Years Later
Over the last few years our family has grown by two little girls. Jason and Julian adore Jessica and Jolene. We’re sticking with the JP thing. I love my life. I have my work at the Reed Collective with my partner in crime Sierra Tyler. She’s married to Chris, Jackson’s best friend. Chris used to be the headmaster at a fancy boarding school in town. When he fell in love with Sierra, his student, he resigned and started working for Jackson. I also have Tova, who used to be Jackson’s secretary, rounding out the Charitable Mavens. We are as close as can be.
We just got home from a charity function. It’s six in the morning. Julian babysat while Jason was on a date. I checked on everyone snug in their beds while Jackson locked up and armed the alarm. I am so keyed up. I jump into his arms as soon as he walks into our bedroom.
“Does my naughty Kitten need her Daddy?” he growls as I attack him with kisses.
“You know that I do,” I moan as his hand kneading my ass. This dress has to go. I kicked my heels off a while ago. I slide down his body and drop to my knees in front of him. I reach for his belt and pull it and his pants open, shoving them down and out of my way. “Can I have my favorite lollipop?” I ask, gripping his rapidly hardening cock in my hands.
“Suck me, wife,” he demands.
“With pleasure, Daddy,” I moan as I pull his cock into my mouth. His hands fist at his sides. Normally, they’d be thrust into my hair, pulling me in the direction he wanted me to go in, but I am pretty sure I have an entire can of hairspray in my hair right now.
“You are so good at this. I love when my cock fills your holes. Doesn’t fucking matter which one.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, mouth full of cock.
“Push your dress up and show me my pussy.” I lean back a little and shove my dress up to my hips. I didn’t wear panties, so my thighs are soaked with my juices. “Work those tiny fingers and think about my cock filling you.”
Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth, and I stand. He kisses me and spins me around. He hurriedly unzips my dress, ripping it as he goes. I’m spun again and my boobs are in his hands. He squeezes them and pushes them up higher before sucking one and then the other nipple into his mouth. Biting and sucking them until I’m about ready to come just from that. We don’t make it to the bed. Instead he lifts me up and sets me down on my dresser. His cock is inside me before my next breath.
“Daddy, I love you,” I moan as he owns me, body and soul.
“Love you too, Kitten. You fucking get off on me losing my mind for you don’t you?”
“Yesss,” I hiss as he pinches my clit.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. I’m gonna breed you again. Fill this womb with my kid and tie you to me forever.”
“I’m already tied to you forever, husband,” I say, grabbing his face, making sure he’s looking and listening to me. “I’m not going anywhere, now make me come.” He growls again and speeds up his thrusts. He still thinks I might pick up and leave him. As if I could breathe without him. Whoring myself out for his help was an impulsive idea, but it worked out well. He’s the only man I’d ever have made an offer like that to.
He is my everything.
My savior.
My hero.
My husband.
My lover.
My heart.
Until I die, I am his and I pray that I remain so in the afterlife as well. I won’t settle for anything less.