Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I’m up to fifty-five and I realize I’ve been staring at her in silence, as the two limp dicks stand there like they’re waiting their turn to take it up the ass for a quarter.
“Daddy,” she murmurs, and clutches the file in her lap as the blush on her cheeks deepens. Her nipples practically speak through the thin fabric of her tank top, saying, ‘Come suck on us. We’re lonely…’.
Soon, my precious angel. Soon Daddy will take care of all your princess needs.
Finally, she tosses the folder on the chrome and glass coffee table and gives me a smile that makes me want to close the deal right this second, stuff the forty grand in her father’s pocket and take her out to the car to eat her out spread eagle on the hood.
But, I’ll entertain myself with my fantasies for now because her fucktard of a father and Gary are both staring at me.
Gary?
Greg.
Whatever.
The only name I care about is hers.
Hannah.
She taps the toes of her white tennis shoes on the wood floor, and with a snap of her tongue gives me what I need. “Very well, Mr…”
“Belotti,” I supply, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips.
“Very well, Mr. Belotti. What would you like me to do for the audition?”
Ride my dick until your eyes pop out. Then keep riding it for the next hundred years.
I shrug. “Show me what you got, baby girl.”
She raises an eyebrow at the use of the pet name. But she needs to get used to it.
Once I’m committed, I never retreat. And fuck yeah, I’m committed.
Or I should be, maybe.
Her eyes dart to Greg, who she beckons with a curling index finger. She whispers into his ear before he grabs the file, his eyes scanning the contents.
“So, okay, audition time. Jamie…” He starts, clearing his throat as I murder him with my eyes for being that close to her and fucking breathing the air around her. “What college you go to?”
“NYU,” she replies with a sing song lilt to her sexy voice. It sounds natural. “I’m studying art history. Despite my father’s reluctance, because, as he says, ‘hobbies don’t pay the bills, Jamie. Hobbies don’t pay the bills’.” She lowers her voice, her hands in little fists on her hips, imitating me with a furrow in her brow and it makes my chest tight and my mouth water knowing I’m on her mind.
I take over before Greg can jump back in. “My daughter wouldn’t have to worry about paying the bills.”
I shoot her POS real father a look and he gets super fucking interested in those cheap ass knock off man-slippers he’s wearing again.
Her gaze flicks to me with a hint of irritation and I love the challenge and dangerous fire in those café-mocha-colored eyes. I don’t remember how long it’s been since I felt fear, but I’m overtaken by a dark wave of it right now.
Fear of me waking up and realizing this was all a dream.
Fear that something would ever happen to her.
Fear that she will disappear, and I spend the rest of my life dismantling the Earth trying to find her.
She crosses her ankles as she leans forward, challenging me with the next move in our little game. “But of course. Above all else, my father just wants me to be happy.”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make you happy.” I lean forward as well, my forearms on my spread knees as the throbbing in my balls doubles and my cock damn near splits the crotch seam on my Kiton suit pants. “I’ll give you things you didn’t even know you wanted. Then, make sure you say please and thank you.”
Denny splutters. “Now just hold on, that doesn’t sound—”
“My father and I have always been usually close,” Hannah says, adding a sweet, melodic laugh. “Makes some people uncomfortable. Although, I admit, I have gotten painfully jealous in the past when he’s been out with any other women. I like to be the only woman in Daddy’s life.”
Then, she winks.
She fucking winks at me after calling me Daddy and the world stops spinning as I battle back the load that wants to release from my painfully heavy balls. If I hadn’t been sold before, I am now. I’m ready to turn this whole charade on its ass and just take her to the little white chapel and marry her right fucking now.
I clear my throat, giving up on controlling my hard-on. “You have the job. I’ll text Greg the rest of the instructions.” I turn to Denny. “When I pick her up, you get the first twenty. When it’s done, you’ll get the rest.”
I need to get out of here, get some air, and remember that she’s just my daughter for the weekend. All those fantasies of white chapels and baby-bumps need to be washed away in an ice-cold shower back at my room.