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, on the other hand, have filled out and softened. My already plump body has taken on more curves but my husband only uses them as more surface area for him to kiss.
Feeding him like this has become one of the greatest pleasures in my life. My husband suckling at my breasts is the most intimate thing I can imagine. Doing it while also taking his cock inside me, is a huge bonus.
Literally.
I think not only does he not age, but his cock seems to get bigger with each passing year.
Blessing and a curse.
I wonder sometimes what would have happened if it had been Brigid that had taken the job with him. Would they be together? Or would we still be stuck in Las Vegas, bailing my father out after every bad deal?
The thought is fleeting, because we start rocking together, faster and faster as he moves to give equal attention to my other dripping nipple, both of us sighing as he pulls the milk from my breast, the erotic pleasure tingling from my nipple down into my toes.
“We don’t have much time,” I say as the knots of tension tangle below my belly button.
“Enough time.” Dietrich comes up for air, milk drying on his face and wet on his lips as he pulls my face to his, grunting with effort as he fucks up into me, his tongue driving into my mouth.
He’s got the libido of a fifteen-year-old but I’m not complaining. My Daddy takes care of me every day in a million different ways.
“You gonna be a good girl and make Daddy come?” He hisses into my neck as he thickens inside me.
“I’ll try,” I murmur back in my teasing little girl voice. “I always try hard, Daddy.”
“Hard is right. Now, fuck Daddy like you mean it. Like you love him.”
I push onto my tiptoes in the sand, rocking my hips up and back, his hands running up and down my back, then one lingers on my ass, slipping between my cheeks and pushing onto the tight ring of muscles and I shudder and moan.
“Remember the first time I got in this ass? With all those people watching? I knew you were mine right then. I knew you were perfect. My daughter, taking her Daddy hard and fast in that naughty little hole.”
Our movements become frantic as the edges become sharper and sharper, the seagulls calling overhead as the rolling waves rush onto the shore.
“I love you forever, Daddy,” I whisper through the pleasure of my building climax. He never tires of me telling him, because he never had anyone but me say it before. Not even his mother, who he knows loved him in her own way, but she never said the words.
“Good girl. I love you too, baby.”
We thrust and rock and kiss until the magic comes unleashed, and Dietrich latches on again, drawing from deep inside me as our insides twist and turn with the pleasure we love to give one another.
Just as we reach our peak, I hear the beep beep on his phone, indicating the front driveway gate has opened and Brigid and Jeremy and the kids are home.
My sister and my unlikely brother-in-law are not only family, but our best friends. They have their own crazy love story, and I’m happy beyond words we both found our princes at the same time.
They live on the southern end of the area where our property borders theirs. Jeremy paid a hefty premium to so Brigid could be close to me and Ruthie. Ruthie calls her Mamaw and I couldn’t have made it through those first months without her.
Dietrich and I got married in a little white chapel the day we landed here in Cayman. He had a fake passport, of course, and it’s all sort of legal, but none of that matters. Over time, he revealed more about his life, his past and his memory is still spotty in places but I accept him as he is and he does the same for me.
The freedom we have with one another allows us to show our true selves without fear of judgment or reprisal. My big burly man is everything I wanted in a father as well as a husband and a friend and a smoking hot lover.
He ticks all my boxes and when we are out in public, we never tire of the shocked looks and gasps we get when he grabs my ass, sticks his tongue down my throat and calls me his daughter.
Good times.
My dad is out of prison and Dietrich invited him here to live near us, but he’s working on some big deal. Although Brigid and I are a little sad and miss him, until he gets his life straight, Dietrich says it’s for the best and I agree.
The Zeneli group was in such shambles after Dietrich shook up the top layers, they splintered into other smaller groups that have been battling each other ever since, and they could apparently care less about finding Dietrich.