Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
But a sob choked me, deep in the back of my throat. Because what happened is unreal. I’m the new Mrs. Channing, sure, married lock, stock and barrel to the man of my dreams, but it was fake, all fake. I’d stared at the marriage certificate afterwards, hands trembling, unable to believe my eyes.
“You okay?” growled Gray, looking over at me.
I took a deep breath, nodding silently. It was too hard to meet his gaze right now, emotions making it hard to breathe.
But the man knows me well, and he tipped my chin to his.
“What’s wrong baby girl? What’s got you down?”
Those blue eyes were so penetrating, looking deep into my soul, and I couldn’t take it. Instead, I buried my face in a broad shoulder, hiding the tears.
“Nothing,” I murmured. “Nothing.”
But Gray wouldn’t give up. He pulled away and stared deep into my eyes again.
“What is it baby girl?” he rumbled soothingly. “Tell Daddy.”
Feelings swelled up again, choking me. But what could I say? I’ve fallen in love with you Gray, let’s not get divorced? Would you consider marrying me for real, a poor cocktail waitress trying to make ends meet? I can’t think of life without you, you mean the world to me?
So instead, I bit my lip and used the only weapon I had. My body. I threw my arms around those broad shoulders and rubbed my breasts teasingly against his chest.
“Wanna play Daddy?” I mewled. “Baby wants to play.”
And of course, my man never turns down an opportunity to stroke pussy. He was on me in an instant, tearing my clothes off, the loving so hot, hard and heavy that I almost passed out from the ecstasy, curvy form shaking violently from massive dick inside.
But now it was back to reality. Because I’d seen the envelope arrive in the mail today. I’d seen the letter from the lawyer’s office, and it was probably confirmation that the funds had been released. Gray was King and Master of The Milano now, the terms of his dad’s will fulfilled.
So with slow steps, I was here to say goodbye. I was saying goodbye to the bedroom, the living room, and the dining room, but most of all, the nursery. I was saying goodbye to a dream that would never come true, children who were never going to play here, and a husband who never belonged to me. I was gonna disappear into the mist, Gray could send the divorce papers to me via his lawyers, it didn’t matter.
Except as I skimmed my fingers over a life-size stuffed zebra, my skin tingled with awareness. Oh god, this always happens. The big man and I are on the same wavelength, our bodies recognize each other immediately, and I could feel that masculine heat from the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I choked back my emotions and mewled, “Hi Daddy.”
Shit, shit, shit. I had to get myself together. Gray couldn’t see me on my goodbye tour, I didn’t want my lover to feel sorry for me. Because I was acting like a teen girl dreaming big dreams, except there was no happy ending, no riding off into the sunset. So swallowing tears, I whirled around with bright eyes, pulling out my one and only weapon again.
“Daddy wanna play?” I murmured, tugging down the vee to my sweater so that a huge breast burst out, jiggling and luscious. “Daddy wanna play?”
And oh god, Gray was like a tornado. Crossing the room in two big strides, he was on me. The billionaire sucked a nipple into his mouth, jolts of electricity going straight to my cunt. I screamed then, literally tilted my head back and let one out to the heavens, all my agony and ecstasy twisted together.
“Umm, Daddy umm!” came the squeal, curvy body squirming beneath him. “Mmmph, yeah!”
Gray chuckled against my breastflesh, taking as much into his mouth as possible before popping off a hard nip.
“Baby’s a slutty one, aren’t you? Oh yeah, baby’s slutty, that whory cunt wants Daddy’s cock, doesn’t it?
I could only mewl my reply, boobs heaving, giant sacks of cream bouncing. Oh god, he felt so good, hot and manly and muscled, so thick and virile, with that relentless missile in his pants. I was desperate to get dick into me, my panties soaked with female juices already.
And Gray’s attuned to me too because he inhaled deeply, a gleam in those blue eyes.
“Shit that cunt is wet,” he growled. “I can smell it.”
I mewled again, pressing my tits against him.
“I am wet, Daddy,” I cooed. “I need you so bad, use me, use my body.”
He growled deep in his throat.
“Fuck yeah baby girl, that’s why I married you. Because you’re such a slutty whore, you always need Daddy’s dick, it’s the only thing that calms you down.”
And with that, he yanked off my clothes, literally tearing them from my body until I stood in nude before him, ripe female form trembling. Oh god, I was so ready, leaking between my legs, a visible trail of ambrosia rolling down my thigh.