Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
When I hired some contractors for renovations on the house, it became clear that there was no way we could live here while they were working.
After I put a plumber’s head through the wall for whistling at Bijou while she was six months pregnant with Jojo and hotter than a tin roof in hell, I decided to keep the blood off my hands and move us back to the penthouse until the house was completed.
Saved some lives there. I think I earned the Nobel Peace Prize.
Bijou rolls over, her arms falling wide as she hums, her lips turning into a smile as she rouses from sleep.
“Where’s the baby?”
I step toward the bed, brushing her cheek with my lips before answering.
“Baby is sleeping. Elaine is in there with her.” I’m already stripping off my suit, ready to lick that delicious cunt of hers until she screams the roof off.
“Is that so? Good, I’m still tired.” She bites her lip, rolling over and flinging the bedding off, her tight ass on full display, making my dick turn to granite.
She feigns sleep as I finish relieving myself of my clothing, my blood rushing hot down into my erection as her little butt cheeks clench, the slight scar of my initials still visible on her creamy skin.
“Are you ready for some sweet dreams, Little Lamb?” I swallow the growl as I ease onto the bed next to her, another of her favorite fantasies about to play out.
“Hmmm.” She moans. “I’m sleepy, Daddy.”
“Of course, baby.” I rest my forehead against her shoulder, kissing the soft skin. “Go to sleep. Daddy’s just going to lay here next to you. Make sure to chase all your bad dreams away.”
She doesn’t say anything, her breathing coming soft and steady as I sniff, a rumble rolling in my chest as I ease her onto her side and spoon her from behind.
“Daddy?” she whispers in a sleepy voice. “What are you doing?”
“Shhhh, princess. Daddy needs to use you. Just go back to sleep, I’ll be done soon. Just hold your bear and dream sweet dreams.”
I slip my hand over her hip, easing my fingers into her cunt, feeling the drenched warmth gathering there already as I finger her clit and guide the knob of my hard-on between her thighs until it meets the heat of her opening.
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word…” I sing into her ear as I ease my dick into her soft heaven. “Papa’s going to feed you his nice hard dick.”
She lays still as I glide a few inches inside her sopping wet opening, her walls gripping me as I push.
I fuck her in silence, her body pliant and soft, moving my hand from her clit to her soft, milk-filled breast, then back over and over until she convulses, her walls locking down, squeezing the cum from my balls.
I pump the product of my lust deep inside her as she pretends to snore, fucking my little lamb while she sleeps, knowing when she wakes up, Daddy will have left her a hot, sticky gift deep inside her perfect little body.
CHAPTER 13
Bijou
Epilogue Two ~ Fifteen years later
I’ve gotten used to these chaotic moments. In a lot of ways, I’ve come to love them.
Balancing a makeup brush in one hand while untangling three-year-old Lily’s plastic mermaid necklace isn’t even difficult for me at this point. I can ignore the screams of Maya stole my hairbrush and They’re mine! I can admire the way Ramses looks as he expertly winds his tie around his neck, the spicy, earthy scent of his cologne making me horny, no matter how many times I’ve smelled it before.
“You look so pretty, Mommy.” Lily beams as I free her necklace from her long dark locks. She looks so much like me, it’s sometimes unsettling. “Can I have some makeup?”
I laugh, lean down and smear some blush across her cheeks. “There. So beautiful. Now go make sure your sister is out of the shower. We need to go!”
She laughs, skipping off as Ramses rolls his eyes.
“A thousand bucks says Jojo makes us late.”
“She’s a teenager, she wants to look her best in case there are any boys there.” I look him up and down, then wink. “I can relate.”
“That sassy little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. Do I need to give it an hors d'oeuvre?” He reaches down, grabbing his crotch, and my mouth starts to water before I can stop it.
I shake my head, murmuring, “No time.”
“We can make time, Little Lamb.”
He steps my way, and I shake my head. We should be on the road already, if we’re going to make it to the restaurant in time for our reservation. It’s not every day that you have a fifteen-year wedding anniversary, with all eight of your children in attendance and a little something special planned for later.