Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She works my cock with one hand while the other grips my thigh as she takes me deep into the back of her throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth. I force myself to lock my gaze on her. This is a moment I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The room is dimly lit, just the bare amount of daylight peeking through the closed blinds, but it’s enough light for me to see that her eyes are closed as she works me over.
As if she can sense my stare, her eyes open and catch mine. She never breaks her rhythm as she stares at me. When she does finally slow, it’s to take me deeper. I grab her hair in my hand so that I don’t miss a single second. She gags, releasing me, then goes right back for me.
“I’m close,” I whisper harshly. I’m more than close. Watching her take me to the back of her throat has me barely maintaining control. “Kens, baby, you have to stop,” I say the words, but I make no move to pull her off me. I’m warning her. It’s her choice if she wants to stay the course.
I’m still holding her hair out of her face as she increases her efforts, not heeding my warning. Her gaze is still on mine, and there’s a challenge in her eyes. That’s what does it. That sends me over the edge as I release into her mouth. She takes all of me, swallowing every drop that I give her.
My cock is barely free before I pull her up my body and crash my mouth with hers. My taste lingers with her own on our lips. It’s erotic and sexy and, dare I say, life-changing. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. I’ve never had a woman strip me bare. Not just physically but also emotionally.
I don’t know if it’s the high of my orgasm or the woman who has words I’ve never uttered fighting to pass my lips. “You’re my every fantasy come true,” I say instead.
She doesn’t reply, but she does snuggle into my chest. “Baby, let’s get cleaned up and get dressed, and we can nap until Blake needs us.”
“I like this plan.” She crawls over me, collects her clothes, and goes to the bathroom to freshen up. I pull my lounge pants and boxer briefs back into place. I still had my shirt on. I wasn’t expecting her mouth to take me to new heights.
Once she slides back into bed, I kiss her softly and go to the bathroom myself. On the way back, I unlock the bedroom door and open it before easing under the covers and tugging her into my arms. It takes no time before we’re both sound asleep.
I wake to soft whispers. Slowly, I blink my eyes open. The room is darker than before, and there is a new body in my bed.
“Daddy was sleepy,” Kennedy says softly. “How are you feeling?” she asks my daughter. I watch as she places the back of her hand against Blakely’s forehead to test her fever. “You still feel warm.”
“Yeah,” Blakely agrees. She’s still not her happy, cheerful self, and I hate it. I hate when she’s sick like this.
“Are you hungry?” Kennedy asks her.
“Can I have water?” Blakely asks.
“Of course you can, baby girl. Come on. Let’s go get you a drink.” Kennedy climbs to her feet and lifts Blakely into her arms.
I watch as she snuggles Blakely to her chest and carries her out of the room. I exhale a heavy breath. Kennedy makes it impossible for me not to fall for her. I told her not to worry about her living in a completely different state and that we would figure it out. Only I have no plan. I don’t know how we’ll figure it out, but I need a plan. Fast. I don’t want this to end. I want to see where this goes. I want to watch her as she falls in love with my daughter and my daughter with her. I want to fall asleep with her next to me and wake up the same way.
I’m in deep.
I have no idea how we’re going to figure it out. I just know that we have to. My plan was to make her fall for me, but then it backfired. I’m the one who’s fallen ass over heels for this woman, and now I have to figure out how to keep her.
I find my way to the living room. Kennedy is holding Blakely on her lap while Blakely is using her cup and straw, which I’m sure has Pedialyte in it.
“There are my girls,” I say, entering the room.
“Hi, Daddy. Kenny gave me the drinking medicine.”