Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Jack comes toddling around the corner of the kitchen from his pillow in front of the TV watching his mom singing on one of a million YouTube videos that have been made of her since she rocketed to stardom.
Her fame has not been all rainbows and blow jobs though. I have a twenty-four seven security team here at this house and one that follows her everywhere on the rare occasion I’m not with her.
When the kids go to school, I’m not sure what I’ll do. But, I do know they will be safe, I’ll be sure of it.
“Da.” Jack hold out his arms and I reach down and pick him up as he points to the refrigerator. “Ju.”
“You want juice?”
He nods his little blond head and grabs my face in his hands as I kiss his crazy little toddler lips.
I fill his sippy cup and he’s down and toddling back to watch his mom sing.
The fans are great, but I’ve gotten into some hot water a couple times when a few got too close. If they think they are coming near my family, they are going to find out in very painful ways how I’m going to make sure that never happens.
One guy spent a few weeks in the hospital, another in a cast and another…well. There’s a long line of them but fuck that. Keep your fucking distance. This is not hard.
My dad is still off in God knows what state now. I have limited contact with him and have taken over anything legit he had left and shut down everything else.
James is flying in tonight. Still fucking single but I see the envy in his eyes when he’s here visiting. He’s doing great, piling up money with no one to spend it on. I need to find him his one and only. It’s something you just can’t explain.
Diedre and Dan got back together after a long, tough divorce from my father. There was some therapy involved and who knows what else, but Z’s Scrap is still running, mostly without Dan because I made sure they were set up and he didn’t have to ever stress over business again.
I’m as insatiable for my wife as ever. I still fuck her and make sure she’s happy and knows who her Daddy is several times a day. She’s always keeping those amazing tits full for me as well. I’ve kept my promise on that and so has she.
She feeds me every morning, riding my dick and stuffing a dripping nipple between my lips. Fucking heaven on earth.
Poppy and Lula come down the hall and emotion tightens my throat. They have matching little white robes and towels on their heads and this is the life I never knew I wanted.
Never knew I needed.
“Hello wife.” I lean down and kiss her while Poppy wanders over to sit next to Jack.
“Hello husband.”
“Thank you.” I whisper in her ear, turning her around and wrapping my arms around her chest.
“For what?”
“For this. For dancing with me that night at the club. For kissing me and teaching me I could be more than just an angry asshole. For forgiving me.”
“Well,” she starts. “You were a naughty Daddy for a long time.”
I reach down and swack her ass, then ease the robe up until it’s gathered at her back and unzip my pants.
“The kids,” she hisses but they are on the other side of the room, and when I’m bending her over the counter they can’t see.
“Shhh,” I say, slipping my dick up and inside her as she stifles a moan. “Be quiet for Daddy.”
I slip my other hand over her mouth and ease my way deep. I fuck her slow and quiet until she shudders around my cock, then I release inside of her on a low growl, feeling my cum drip down and spread over her thick inner thighs.
“There you go. Don’t clean that up.” I kiss her cheek, lower her robe, smack her ass and go back to doing the dishes.
“I love how you love me too, Daddy.” Lula hugs me from behind.
“Forever, baby. You’re never getting away.”