Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” Hadley moans, a sweet smile coming to her lips. “That was fun, wasn’t it, Uncle Frank?”
I look down at the woman below me, and it’s a beautiful sight. Hadley is totally nude, with my cock buried between her thighs as she sighs with ecstasy. To be honest, I’ve never been so happy either, and I never want it to end.
9
HADLEY
A blissful moan escapes my lips as I sink further down into the tub until the warm water’s up to my neck. I’ve been soaking for nearly forty-five minutes now because Frank insisted on taking care of me after we finished our most recent session in the sack.
I admit, I’m surprised at how relentless the powerful farmer is. I thought we’d make love in the field, and then we’d be done. If anything, I thought he’d kick me out and have me on a train to New York in a matter of hours.
Instead, Frank swept me into his arms and carried me all the way home. But instead of depositing me in my room, he made a beeline for the master bedroom, and then proceeded to ravish me for hours on end. No wonder I’m so achy now because that man is utterly possessive, and claimed my pussy and mouth again and again like a caveman. He kissed every inch of my body and then proceeded to put his manhood in every single one of my holes until I screamed with pleasure.
Obviously, by the time we finished, both of us were more than satisfied, not to mention exhausted. But Frank saw to my comfort. He ran a warm bath, and then put me in the water and that’s where I am now. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen, and my guess is that he’s making something yummy. After all the calories we’ve burned, some sustenance is much needed.
With that, I slowly pull myself up and climb out of the tub, my body slippery and slick. My muscles and limbs are sore, but I’m also rested and peaceful. And hungry. My stomach lets out a loud gurgle, and I smile before drying off and slipping into a robe. My curves feel tender, but at the same time, very feminine too.
When I tiptoe into the kitchen, it’s just as I guessed. Frank looks absolutely gorgeous at the stove, shirtless with only a pair of jeans hanging off his hips. His chest is bronzed and wide, and his black hair ruffled from the many times I ran my hands through those thick locks. Immediately, he turns to look at me. There’s a gleam to those blue eyes, and a very male satisfaction as he surveys my used curves.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he rasps. “Did you have a good bath?”
I blush and nod.
“Yes, it was nice. Very soothing.”
There are a few moments of silence, but they’re not uncomfortable in any way. In fact, it’s very homey, although the way Frank stares at me has my cheeks tinting pink for the thousandth time. After all, here I am wearing his ratty old robe, and yet the man’s still staring at me as if I’m the most delectable treat that’s crossed his path in years.
This must be what full blown passion feels like. I’m warm and tingly on the inside with butterflies swarming around inside my stomach, and yet perfectly content as well. I’ve never felt this way before, and it’s interesting that it’s come at such a turning point in my life.
“I made waffles,” Frank finally drawls, breaking the silence. “Do you like maple syrup? There’s some of that in the cabinet as well.”
A surprised laugh escapes my lips before I can prevent it. “You made waffles? For dinner?”
He nods, those blue eyes suddenly playful. “Yes. I have a limited repertoire, and waffles and sausages are two of my mainstays.”
But then I sniff a bit.
“Yes, but is something burning? The afore-mentioned waffles maybe?”
He grins.
“Hey, it’s on purpose because there has to be at least one burned waffle out of every batch for good luck.”
That makes me guffaw.
“Really?”
But Frank is like a queen, turning on his heel.
“It’s good luck,” he repeats airily. “If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t happen every single time I cook.”
That just makes me giggle again. “Right,” I pretend to agree as I take a seat at the table. Then, the handsome man comes by with a steaming plate of waffles before sliding into the seat across from me and clearing his throat.
“Mmm, these look delicious,” I say, helping myself to the stack. “And with butter and syrup too! It’s pure hedonism.”
He grins.
“I think you deserve it. Here, strawberries?” he asks, offering a bowl. “There’s also some whipped cream if you want.”
I literally let out a squeal of delight.
“Yes please!”
With that, we both eat ravenously for a few minutes. It’s so good and I let out a sigh of bliss while popping another strawberry in my mouth. But then my handsome dinner companion shoots me a long look.