Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“You ready, baby girl?” I ask, and she nods, holding on to my shoulders.
That’s when I start to thrust, slow at first and then more as I go deeper with every stroke. She’s fucking perfection wrapped around me, and I groan every time I chase that slick heat. I grit my teeth at how good she feels and at the ache that starts at the base of my spine and shoots all the way up to the tip of my cock. I’m bare in her sweet pussy, and I’ve never felt anything as good as what I feel right now.
Deep, deep, deep, I rock, and she cries out my name. Her nails dig into my skin, and I hope she tattoos the marks onto me so this moment is eternal. There’s nothing and no one that will ever separate us, and as long as I breathe, I’ll make sure all her dreams come true.
She climaxes with a loud cry, and I hear something fall off the island and crash, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll buy her a million more of whatever the hell it was. The only thing I can focus on right now is her tight little cunt milking me, and I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
We cling to each other as we both ride out the wave of pleasure that threatens to drown us. It’s too much, but it’s just right, and it always will be.
“That’s one room down,” I say on a laugh, and Lexi looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“What?”
“Didn’t I tell you I plan on fucking you in every room of the house?” She smiles as I grab her ass and lift her off the island. “Next is the shower.”
“A girl could get used to this,” she teases.
“Go ahead, baby girl. I dare you.” I lean forward and gently bite her neck before I suck on the same spot.
“As long as you keep that up, I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”
“That’s a promise,” I tell her, and I carry her into the shower. “Now and forever.”
Epilogue
Lexi
Many years later….
Daddy: Five grand if I can take you home and eat your pussy in the next five minutes.
Asher’s text lights up the screen of my phone. The heat that explodes through my body is instant. All these years, and his texts still have the same effect on me. It doesn’t take my husband much to get me worked up. The man owns my body.
He’s been ready to go back home before we even left the house, but he’s been trying to hide it. He knows tonight is a big night for me, but his jealousy can get the best of him. I don’t care. I still love it. It’s one of many things about him that turn me on.
I’m sure a professional would say it has to do with the fact I grew up in the foster system or some bullshit like that, but again, I don’t care. I love how much Asher wants me. The only exception to that rule is family, and that can even have its limits at times. He can only share so much before he needs some time alone with me.
“You okay?” Parker asks from beside me. “You’re flushed.”
“Hormones.” I put my phone back into my purse and rest my hand on my ever-growing baby bump.
I’m four months along with our third. This time, my baby bump came out of nowhere. I’m lucky I picked a dress that would accommodate this little boy. That’s all Asher ever puts inside of me. Boys. I swear each one is bigger than the last.
“That what we’re calling it now? Hormones?” Parker giggles. She knows about Asher and my little sex games. She’s accidentally seen a few texts over the years. Not that she could judge—she never would—but she and Samuel play a few games of their own.
“What’s so funny?” Samuel leans over and nuzzles her neck, trying to steal Parker’s attention back. He’s so much like his brother.
“Sammy.” She giggles but leans into his touch.
“My wife can’t respond when I text her?” Asher pulls out his chair, taking his seat next to mine. He places my cranberry juice in front of me. I pick it up and take a sip. I’ve always hated cranberries. Until I got knocked up. Every pregnancy I crave them.
“I don’t know if you heard, but I won Game of the Year,” I say smugly. “You’ll have to make a higher offer than five grand,” I tease. I still can’t get over that I won tonight. I’d been honored when I’d been nominated.
Parker and I spent the day getting ready. She had a big part in this, even if she denies it. She’s partly responsible for both my win and the game doing so well. It sold over seven million copies in the first week and raked in over 300 million in the first weekend, and that was partly due to the story that she helped me create with it. She was my muse when I got stuck.