Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
She picks out a pair of snug jeans and a couple of necklaces.
“Can I get this?” she asks hopefully, holding up a little quilted faux-leather backpack or purse—I’m not sure what the hell it is. Looks too small to be practical, but it makes her happy, so I don’t care. When I tell her yes, she throws her arms around me and kisses me and tells me I’m the best.
I’m glad she’s having a good time, but I wish she had a few more experiences in her life where she simply got things she wanted.
She’s far from spoiled, and it makes me want to spoil her.
I carry around her bags full of leggings and tops, cheap necklaces and purses I don’t understand. I take her to get new headphones and she’s excited because they have them in rose gold now instead of “boring old black.”
There are so many bags, I decide to take them out to the car, but once my hands are free, I take hers and haul her back inside.
“I thought we were done,” she says.
“Nope. There’s one more store I’ve been looking forward to taking you to all day.”
She doesn’t ask, but she smiles mischievously when I haul her little ass into Victoria’s Secret.
“Ooh, I get new panties, too?”
“You can have whatever you want as long as you model it for me.”
She grins and drags me over to the table of underwear so we can get started.
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Once Kennedy has picked out all the scraps of clothing she’d like to try on, we head toward the back of the store.
“Do you need a fitting room?” the saleslady asks brightly, grabbing the hangers of items people decided not to buy so she can go restock them.
As Kennedy tells her yes, the woman’s gaze flickers to me. She does a double take, then looks back at Kennedy. Clearly, she’s registering the difference in our ages, and the unlikelihood that I’m Kennedy’s father given I’ve brought her to shop for sexy underwear.
Her disapproval might as well be audible, it’s so fucking loud.
It amuses me to offend people like her, so I reach over and slip my hand into Kennedy’s back pocket to eliminate any remaining doubt.
With a brittle smile on her face, the saleslady resolves to ignore me. She focuses her attention on Kennedy and says to follow her, then she leads her to the last fitting room on the left and unlocks it for her.
On her way back with the clothes she needs to put away, the lady flashes an extremely fake smile and walks past me as quickly as possible.
If we were in a better lingerie store, I’d take a seat in the sitting area outside and let Kennedy give me a show, but we’re at the mall. There’s no place for that here.
Taking in my surroundings and seeing no one else around, I walk down to the changing room Kennedy disappeared inside. Rapping my knuckles on the door, I lean close and murmur, “Let me in.”
Kennedy opens the door a second later. Her brown eyes are wide as she peeks around the door, then looks down the hall.
“I don’t think you’re allowed in here.”
I push the door open and walk in, anyway.
She shoots a worried look down the hall, but the saleslady isn’t out there. No one is around to see me breaking the rules, so she quickly closes the door and turns back to me.
“I want to watch,” I tell her, taking a seat on the chair in the corner and letting my thighs spread.
Kennedy looks a little uncertain, but she gets over it quick and peels off her top.
I enjoy the view as she touches her tits and meets my gaze in the mirror so I know she’s doing it for my enjoyment. I have to shift in my seat already, which makes her feel all proud of herself.
That’s the energy I like to see her exuding. Glowing with pride and happiness. This is the Kennedy she deserves to be, always. The Kennedy she would be if she didn’t have worthless assholes like her mother trying to break her down all the damn time.
Despite her initial reluctance, she gets into it pretty quick. Kennedy’s a natural tease, so she loves it when I groan as she pops out her pretty little ass and shows me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy. She loves the heat in my gaze when she tugs a see-through negligee down to cover her perky tits.
She pulls her long hair out of the back of her sexy nightie and turns to face me. “Do you like this one?”
I crook my finger. “Come closer and let me see.”
She comes closer, all right. She comes all the way over, grabbing my shoulders and climbing on my lap.
She straddles me, her hot pussy flush against the bulge of my cock in my pants. As innocent as ever, she leans in and starts kissing my jaw.