Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” I chanted. “Such a good fucking girl.”
The pleased glint in her golden gaze let me know she was enjoying this. I might have her hair wrapped around my fist, but she held the power, and she knew it. She had my complete body at her will. Right now, she owned me.
“Suck it, pretty baby,” I panted, so close to shooting my load down her throat. My hips thrust faster as I felt the tingle up my spine. “Swallow for Daddy,” I said hoarsely. “Take it all, pretty baby.”
The lust in her eyes did me in. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands as my body jerked, my release pumping out of me.
“FUUUCK!” I roared as she took it from me. Not pulling away. Letting me hold her there as my cum coated her throat. My knees felt weak, and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t black out this time.
I eased my hold on her head as I finished and looked down as she let my semi-hard dick fall from her mouth. Her tongue flicked out one last time to clean the head, and then she licked her lips slowly before standing up.
I stared at her in awe. If she hadn’t already fucked me up with her magical pussy, then this would have been my undoing. I didn’t want to think about all the experience she’d had at sucking dicks. There would never be another one in her mouth but mine.
She leaned into me, her piercings brushing against my chest, and I wanted us naked. All these layers of fucking clothes off.
“You enjoyed that,” I said to her as she smiled up at me.
“It’s a rush,” she said, running her nails over my chest. “Knowing for a few minutes, I have you, Mr. Powerful, Intimidating, Often Frightening, in the palm of my hand.”
I smirked and ran a finger over her lips. “I was thinking it was more in the depths of these lips, but I’m betting you could own me with your hand too.”
A small laugh escaped her, and it was like a balm after the pain I’d seen in her eyes earlier. My pretty baby was only supposed to be happy. I wanted those laughs. I wanted all of them.
“Come back to my house with me. Stay the night,” I urged her.
She shook her head. “I can’t do that. Gypsi doesn’t need to be left alone.”
“I have her being guarded.”
I didn’t like the sad smile that touched her lips.
“She doesn’t know that though. She won’t sleep good without me there.”
“We’ll go get her. I have plenty of rooms. I’ve got one she will love. It’s fit for a princess.” I was on the cusp of pleading.
I wanted Fawn in my bed. In my arms.
A soft laugh bubbled out of her. “You do not know my daughter.”
I cupped her face. “I want to. I want to know everything about you.”
She blinked, and those golden depths tugged at something in my chest. Deep.
“This is moving fast, Garrett. I can’t just bring another man in her life when I don’t know where this is going with us.”
Fuck that. I didn’t like the thought of any man other than me in Fawn’s life.
“It isn’t going to end anytime soon, Fawn. What I said earlier, I want you at the derby with me. Both of you. I’ll get her a suite close to ours. She’ll love it. So will you.”
Her full, plump lower lip was caught between her teeth. I wanted to be the one biting it. I waited as she battled her decision, different emotions playing over her expressive face.
“I’ve always wanted to go to the Kentucky Derby. Will I get to wear a hat?”
A relieved bark of laughter came from my chest as I grinned down at her. “Yes, pretty baby. I’ll buy you as many hats as you want.”
She tilted her head to the side. “I just need one.”
Shrugging, I lowered my head until my lips hovered over hers. “I’ll give you whatever you want if you come. I’ll provide you and Gypsi with a wardrobe for the entire trip. All you have to do is be ready.”
“The massive room you call a closet at your house has plenty of clothes. We wear the same size. Don’t you dare buy anything else. We can take things from there.” The scowl on her face was adorable.
“Whatever you want,” I agreed before covering her lips with mine.
Twenty-Four
Fawn
Convincing Garrett to allow me to choose dresses from the ones he’d already purchased was a little difficult. However, I had won the argument, and he’d come with me into the room of fancy clothes. I refused to refer to this as a closet when my camper could fit in here.
Seeing him standing in the center of the feminine room—his arms crossed over his wide chest, his brown cowboy hat settled on his head, and wearing those jeans that fit him perfectly—was slightly distracting. Managing to focus on my task as I looked through one beautiful dress after another, trying to decide what Gypsi would look best in, got easier the less I looked his way.