Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
But one particular billionaire has his sights set on me ...
He’s got shoulders like a tank, piercing blue eyes, and a tool so massive that I’m lifted onto my tippytoes when we’re together!
Did you know that was even possible?
But most of all, Mr. Blackshaw says that he’ll satisfy my naughty cravings ...
... by lifting me up and dropping me down ...
... while I stretch ...
... creaming with ecstasy ...
... so long as I promise to be Daddy’s Bad Girl!
The curvy girl’s got a craving for huge size. She doesn’t know it because it’s a subconscious desire. She doesn’t acknowledge it, either, because Emma still thinks of herself as a young, innocent, and sweet little student. But it’s time for the blinders to come off and the truth to come out ... because I’m just the man to satisfy her cravings with my massive size!
Have you ever had an itch for THICK and BIG and didn’t even know it? Did you twist in bed, pressing your thighs together while a sweet ache developed? Well, that’s what happens to our heroine Emma, except she’s got a depraved billionaire who’s more than happy to teach her about her body’s own needs and desires. What can I say? Emma Kincaid is a lucky, lucky girl :) As usual, strap on your seatbelts because you’re in for a wild ride where your hair will be blown back as your insides squeeze tight! This book is a follow-up to Daddy’s Good Girl, but all of my stories are standalones and may be read in any order. HEA guaranteed
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1
Emma
I grab my scissors and snip carefully at the red cord before holding up my new creation. From the crimson string dangles a puffy enamel heart, and I smile because this is the culmination of my hard work: a gorgeous piece of jewelry that I’m going to sell through my Etsy shop, Redline and Roses.
It’s a simple concept, actually. A string tied around the wrist has a variety of meanings, depending on the cultural or spiritual tradition. In some instances, the cord symbolizes protection, good luck, in addition to warding off negative energies. In other traditions, like Kabbalah, it’s seen as a connection to the divine or a symbol of redemption, and celebrities from Madonna to Demi Moore don the red cords as talismans. But it’s not about celebrities and famous people for me because I’m not in it for the money. I’m in it for the karma. I want to spread good vibes, and it’s working because my pieces are being snapped up, and business is booming as a result.
But Redline and Roses isn’t my full-time gig because my real focus is getting through a heavy load of pre-med classes at Evergreen State College. It’s a slog, and after two and a half years of all-nighters, blood shot eyes, countless cups of coffee, not to mention quite a few sessions of tears and ugly crying, I’m nearing the culmination. The medical school admissions test is on my calendar, so I’ve been hitting the books even more than usual. In addition to my regular course load, I’ve been taking a prep class and putting in extra hours reviewing study materials. Obviously, I’m frazzled, wired, and stressed out to the max, with chemicals and compounds practically pouring out of my ears.
“That looks gorgeous,” my roomie Minnie remarks from her desk while glancing at the necklace. “It’s really beautiful, Emma.”
“Thanks,” I smile. “I think I’m going to offer it for twenty bucks on my store.”
“Only twenty bucks?” Minnie asks in a wry voice. “Em, that’s too cheap. I’ve been watching you labor over that piece for at least two hours. Surely, your time is worth more than that!”
I cock my head to the side, a small smile playing at my lips.
“Yeah maybe, but my business is about more than money. Redline and Roses is also about spreading good fortune and bringing good karma to those who deserve it, so my main goal is to get these pieces to the people who need them. I want my stuff to be affordable for customers, and I think it only brings good luck back to me by making sure that my products land in the right hands.”
Minnie lets out a low whistle, nodding with appreciation.
“Wow, girlfriend. You’re such a do-gooder and I really admire you. But then again, I guess it’s to be expected because you are pre-med. You’re going into a profession that’s all about helping people, so this is totally in line with your overall life goals.”
I smile wryly at my pretty blonde friend.
“Yeah, except that the pre-med stuff is driving me crazy,” I say. “I mean, I pulled three all-nighters this week. Look at me! My eyes have wrinkles at the corners, my skin is sallow, and I swear I’ve put on ten pounds from the three bags of Cheetos I ate during those marathon study sessions.”
Minnie shakes her head.
“Yes, but you’re gorgeous, Em. Everyone knows it. You’re the perfect representation of a modern woman because you’re super-smart yet beautiful, and you’re going to save the world too! Who cares if you have extra poundage? No guy wants a stick figure in bed, and you have plenty of the good stuff to keep them coming back.”
I shoot my friend a wry smile.
“Yeah, except I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“But that’s because you don’t want a boyfriend,” Minnie sings. “Guys definitely ask you out. I mean, there was that guy from the other dorm, what was his name? Oh yeah, Harald. He looks like a blacksmith from a Disney movie, he’s so handsome!”
I giggle at the description.
“He’s a blacksmith? Not a prince?”
Minnie gives a small snort of laughter, her bangs blowing up from her forehead in the process.
“Listen girlfriend, sometimes the hunky blacksmith is a better catch than the prince. I mean, Prince Charming can be fey. I really mean it because all he does is attend banquets and pull out his sword at ceremonial events. Meanwhile, it’s the blacksmith who’s athletic and powerful, manipulating molten metal while working with heavy anvils, hammers, and tongs. That’s sexy, girlfriend. I don’t want a fake alpha male. I want the real thing.”
I let out a low whistle.
“We all do, Min. And let me know when you find him because I don’t think he’s here, at Evergreen College. He’s elsewhere, like hiding under a rock.”
My buddy lets out a peal of laughter, which is interrupted by her vibrating phone. She reaches for it, and then holds one finger up.