Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
And now, my fantasies have come true. Haley spends every night in my bed, and I get to enjoy that curvy female body whenever I want. Not only that, but her cunt’s even wetter than I dreamed, and her asshole is unbelievably tight too. Yeah, I’ve claimed that round, ripe peach and goddamn, but the reality is even better than fantasy.
Yet it’s not just sucking and fucking 24/7, although we do plenty of that to be sure. Haley and I get along as people too, and that’s been the biggest surprise. I didn’t have high hopes for a real connection with a woman of only twenty-one, but my stepdaughter’s charming, funny, sassy, and a riot to be with. She’s undisputedly sexy, but also intelligent and saucy, and I love talking with her, joking with her, and just being in her general presence. Right now, I’m cooking the sweet girl breakfast, which is something that’s come to be a habit. I have a chef, but Mrs. Poehler’s not in on Saturday mornings, and I actually love nourishing my girl myself. I want Haley to be happy and well-fed, and if it means taking out the spatula and whipping up some vittles to keep her healthy, then I’m only too happy to do the honors.
“Mmm, this is so good,” Haley murmurs blissfully while crunching into a juicy piece of bacon. “It’s going to add ten pounds to my hips, but it’s totally worth it.”
I shoot her a look from where I’m making chocolate chip pancakes for my girl.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about your weight. You’re perfect the way you are. Hell, if you put on twenty pounds, you’d look even better.”
Haley shoots me a wry look while taking another crunchy bite of bacon.
“Really? Twenty pounds? I’d be a pretty big girl with an extra twenty.”
“No, you’d be gorgeous,” I fire back immediately, turning from the stove for a moment to fix her with a look. “Your breasts would grow and your hips would be wider and more feminine. You know I love your hourglass shape, baby, and emphasizing it would only make me come harder. Fuck yeah, grow those titties for me, sweetheart.”
“Oh you!” she squeals with pleasure, mirth dancing in her eyes. “You’re so dirty, Chase!”
“You know it,” I rasp while waggling my brows at her. Then, I plate the pancakes before pushing them towards her over the kitchen island. The ovals are an appetizing golden-brown, and I sprinkle powdered sugar over them before handing Haley the maple syrup. She takes the bear-shaped bottle and giggles.
“You treat me so well, Mr. Wheaton.”
“I do, don’t I?” I rasp before dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder where my shirt has slipped off her ivory curves. “I want my girl happy, well-fed, and ready to rumble.”
“Oh you!” she giggles again while squirting a big puddle of maple syrup over her pancakes. “I’m so spoiled! I swear, you treat me like a princess, Daddy.”
“Then why are you still working as a barista, honey?” I ask before sitting down to my own meal of a ham, spinach and goat cheese frittata. “I’ve offered to support you and yet you continue to insist on working at the cafe.”
Her slim shoulders sag a bit.
“It’s just that I hate being dependent on a man,” Haley murmurs, her blue eyes downcast. “I always thought I’d have a career, but look at me,” she says with a wry smile. “I’m unable to find a job in my chosen field, and instead, I toil away at Aroma House, pulling shots and wiping up spills.”
I cover her small hand with my big one before staring deeply into Haley’s eyes. The young blonde is so innocent and beautiful that my heart thumps hard in my chest, and my next words are earnest.
“Sweetheart, honest work is honest work, and I’m proud of you for not being afraid to get your hands dirty and scrub floors if need be. I’ve heard that café customers can be insanely demanding too, what with their complicated drink orders and entitled attitudes. Again, I’m proud of you. But I also want to reiterate that anytime you want to quit, go ahead, sweetheart. I’m more than happy to support you and you’re basically already living here 24/7.”
The young girl shoots me a shy smile.
“I am, aren’t I?” she murmurs, giving my hand a squeeze. “But the thing is that I want to make something of myself. I don’t want to be a mooch.”
I stare deeply into her eyes.
“You would never be a mooch, sweetheart. I’m happy to provide anything and everything you need, and that includes helping you find your career path if you want. You studied child psychology, right? I can talk to some people and see if we can get you an internship somewhere.”
Haley blinks at me.