Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“I…”
“Getting you pregnant doesn’t scare me, Mari,” Cane tells me. “In fact, it turns me on. But I’m a man who likes to make plans, so if I need to start planning for a baby, I need to know that.”
Cane’s lips twist into a devilish smile. I giggle and slap him hard on the shoulder.
“Oh my God!” I laugh. “You jerk! I thought—”
“What? You thought I forgot how babies are made?”
“No, I thought…maybe you got too caught up in the moment and just…I dunno. Finished inside me.”
Cane shakes his head. “No. I did what I did because I wanted to, Mari.” Again, my chest swells with pride. “Because that pussy is mine and made to accept my cum. So tell me, angel. Are you on the pill?”
I can hardly stop smiling for the moment it takes me to speak.
“I am. For my acne. But I can stop taking it if you want, Daddy…”
Cane growls, pulls me in, and kisses me deeply, pressing his naked body against mine. We’re making plans now—plans for our future together. Things are moving at breakneck speed, and I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m more than okay with that.
“Soon,” he says. “Like I said, I’m a man who likes to make plans, and I have a few more plans I have to complete first. Then, angel—then I’ll put a baby in your belly.”
Tenderly, Cane presses his palm against my stomach, and an instinctual feeling unlike anything I’ve ever known comes over me.
I want to be a mother…
I want to have this man’s baby—maybe even babies. I want him to breed me. I want to be bred. I want more of his seed deep inside me. I want to feel it warm and strong, spraying inside me then dripping out when he pulls out, when I stand. I want to feel his body convulse as he comes. I want to hear him grunt as he goes off. I want it all, and it’s a desire deeper and stronger than anything I ever could have imagined.
“Cane, I—”
Bzzzt!
Cane’s phone buzzes on the nightstand, and a smile forms on his lips as he picks it up.
“Work?” I ask.
“No.” He shakes his head. “Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes for what—?”
I yelp as Cane lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom like I don’t weigh a thing. I’ve never felt so small in my life—or so sexy.
“Ten minutes for us to shower and get downstairs for dinner. I had my private chef prepare a meal for us.”
He twists on the water in his palatial shower that is literally the size of my entire bathroom back at my apartment and sets me down beside him.
“Your chef? You have a private chef?”
Cane winks and playfully squirts me with a bottle of body wash. “Of course I do, baby girl.”
Showering with Cane is so incredibly sensual that by the time we’re turning off the water and drying off, we’re both ready to go at it again. His arousal is obvious; he’s almost completely hard as he’s pulling on his briefs and charcoal gray sweatpants.
“Going to be able to walk like that?” I tease.
“Angel, I’m going to have to get used to being in this condition now that you’re living here.” He smiles. “Besides, I told the chef to only make me a half portion of cheesecake tonight. You’re my dessert.”
His words simply overwhelm me. Everything he says or does is perfection. He oozes masculinity and emits a gravitational pull that I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to.
“Well…I am looking forward to that,” I reply, trying not to blush. Why am I blushing after all that’s just happened anyway? I look back at the bed and realize I only have my work clothes to wear. “Oh, God. I’m going to look like the maid at dinner?”
“Don’t worry,” Cane assures me. “I had one of my guys go over to your apartment and bring back all your clothes. They should be waiting just outside the door for you.”
Yeah, I’m definitely living in a fairy tale now. Sure enough, I open the bedroom door and look out into the hall and see several suitcases and a clothing rack with all my clothes waiting for me.
“Tomorrow I’ll send them out to the stores for a whole new wardrobe,” he whispers in my ear as he wraps me up in his arms. “I can’t wait to spoil you, Mari.”
I turn and look up at him, that feeling of whiplash growing stronger by the second.
“Spoil me? You’re already doing that, Daddy.”
I change into a floral pattern dress, and we go downstairs together to the dining room that looks like something fit for a king, which is fitting, because Cane is a king. My king, my ruler.
Moments after we’re seated, a butler in a black suit brings out our meals.