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)
“How descriptive,” she teases. “Is there anything at all I’m allowed to know about you?”
I tilt my head side to side, debating on what I want her to know. I’ve never been ashamed of where I came from, but since the moment I met her I’ve wanted to be something different. Something better. The kind of man that deserves someone like her.
“I’m from Florida.” I decide to tell her a cent of truth. “I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and I didn’t have a lot of resources to get out of that situation. So, I made any deal, did any job it took to get me out of that crappy little neighborhood and never want for anything ever again. Recently—”
I pause, and shake my head, but she holds my gaze.
“Recently?”
“It’s nothing,” I start, but then decide, what the hell? If I’m in, I’m all in, and she needs to know that there’s more to me than this con. “Recently I’ve been writing a book. On and off. How to read people, how to see what they want from you. Everyone wants something.”
Her warm eyes linger on me, studying. “And what about you? Do you have everything you want in life?”
“I thought so. But recently I’ve had a change of heart.” I lean in close, as I whisper in her ear. “Like your lips around my cock. If you fuck as good as you suck, I’ll have you bred with me in no time. You’ll give your father the ultimate gift. Your lollipop cherry and a baby on top.”
I pull back, watching her pupils turn to pin pricks as crimson rages on her cheeks. But she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t tell me to fuck off or knee me in the balls, which I’m sure would be appropriate.
I have to grit my teeth not to pull her away and find some bathroom or dark corner to bury myself between her legs and fuck her senseless.
“Careful what you say, Daddy,” she whispers back, eyes flashing as the song ends. “Someone might hear.”
I lock my lips onto her earlobe, grinding my thick erection into her softness as I tug her head back by the hair, whispering through clenched teeth.
“Mine. As my daughter you belong to me. I’ll do with you as I please. I’ll breed that little baby maker of yours, you’ll lay there on those white sheets, opening your legs, inviting daddy in. When I push all the way deep, taking that innocence you’ve teased me with for so long, you’ll say ‘Thank you’ and I’ll reward you by filling your womb with my load. Hot and sticky, baby, just how you like it.”
Hannah’s body goes limp and I hold her upright until her muscles come back online.
“This is crazy,” she hisses, her eyes unfocused, and I catch Margaret giving us the stink eye.
There’s no way she could have heard me from her place by the champagne fountain, but she’s getting balled up I can tell. I need the space to focus and with the scent of Hannah’s sweet tart cunt close to me, I’ll never get this deal wrapped up.
Margaret waves at me and Jeremy smirks at her side.
“Behave now, little girl,” I warn with a stern pat on her ass. “We’re going to go over there, you be polite and then I’ll take you for a walk and we’ll have some playtime.”
She pouts. “I wouldn’t dream of misbehaving. Though, I’m getting curious what would happen if I did.”
Me too.
We are all smiles as Margaret greets us and introduces the two of us to the other investors that hang on her every decision. Seems she has her own sixth sense about when I’m losing interest. I take a hearty sip of my drink and try to focus on the business and numbers spilling from the men’s mouths.
And yet, all I can truly focus on is getting my dick inside Hannah.
Jamie.
Whatever her name may be from now on, she’s mine. All her holes are mine.
Mouth, ass, and pussy.
I already know I’d kill for her, and I need to show her she’s all fucking mine.
chapter eight
Hannah
Images of leg sweeps and MMA moves make my shoulders tense as not only Maaaaaargaret but a few other of the cougars in the crowd eye up my Daddy.
I played my part to perfection, standing there while Margaret introduced Dietrich to a gaggle of old white guys who entertained her with just enough attention to make her feel part of the crowd. But I’ve not been out of high school long. I know when the popular crowd is just using someone as a means an end.
What that end is, I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
I probably should, but I’m lust dumb with Dietrich so close, and all I can think about is when we can be alone again.