Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
But it’s true and I grin like a fool into the screen.
“I’ll confess that I’m not much of a reader, period,” is my low growl. “Other than business and economics books, and sometimes the Wall Street Journal.” Then, I clear my throat because we’re not supposed to get into personal details. “But first, sweetheart, I want to compliment you because you are gorgeous. You look just like your profile photo, and I’m happy to meet you.”
Misty smiles on the other side.
“Thanks, Chris,” she murmurs. “You look just like your photo too.”
I grin so wide that I swear, my face is about to crack.
“Really? All I had was a shirtless pic without my face.”
Her cheeks blush a fetching pink.
“Okay, I wasn’t sure what to expect with the face,” she acknowledges. “But you do look rugged and strong, just like a mountain man, and you have broad shoulders beneath your flannel shirt. Do you ever chop wood?” she asks in a teasing tone.
I hear Barrett shift slightly behind me, and I know Misty’s having the same effect on him that she’s having on me. She’s not just gorgeous and young, but she’s flirtatious and playful too, which we appreciate. Don’t get me wrong because we love to fuck, and having a personality isn’t necessarily a prerequisite for our girls; having willing, wet, and warm holes is our first priority. But the women who display sassy personalities are definitely up our alley, and it makes the sex feel even better.
“I do chop wood,” I say in a low growl. “Not every day. But sometimes, when the supply is low in the cabin.”
Her eyes go round.
“Oooh,” she murmurs. “I’d like to see that.”
I grin again.
“You will,” I promise. “But first, let’s apply some make-up. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Misty says with a sweet smile. “Let me turn the camera for a sec.” Then, the young woman angles her screen so that I can see a little mirror off to the side, with lights around it like a miniature vanity. There’s a selection of cosmetics placed neatly on her table-top, and then Misty does something unexpected that makes my breath catch. She reaches up and undoes the fastening on her ponytail, freeing her golden tresses. The fall of hair cascades downwards in loose waves, so soft and silky that my fingers literally twitch.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Barrett groans, just out of sight. “Goddamn.”
I’m staring because I had no idea that the sweep of a woman’s hair could be so seductive. And yet I long to run my fingers through Misty’s golden locks, before lifting them to my face for a deep inhale. What will she smell like? Lavender? Roses? Lily? Or perhaps a scent more spicy and seductive, like female musk mixed with wildflower. That would be phenomenal, and my cock begins to harden beneath my jeans. Yet I keep my voice steady.
“You look gorgeous, sweetheart, natural and fresh-faced. You won’t need much in terms of cosmetics.”
“I won’t?” Misty asks, glancing at herself quickly in the mirror before scrunching up her nose a bit. “I have these terrible freckles though. I always get them in the summer, and they usually fade by fall. But that hasn’t happened this year, so I try to cover them with a bit of concealer.”
I give one sharp shake of my head.
“No concealer necessary, sweetheart. I can’t imagine someone with more radiant skin than you, and besides, the freckles give you individuality. It’s cute.”
“You don’t think they make me look like a peasant?” Misty asks, stealing another look at herself in the vanity. “Like I work all day out in the fields?”
I let out a deep rumble of laughter.
“Absolutely not, sweetheart. You look like a gorgeous princess who’s just risen from a warm bubble bath, and is now getting ready to go out.”
“Oooh, I like that imagery,” Misty murmurs, smiling at me through the camera. “So what would you like me to do first, Daddy?”
I pause for a moment because I have no fucking clue.
“Lipstick,” Barrett whispers in back of me.
“Lipstick,” I say immediately. “Put some of that on.”
Misty nods, and picks up a golden tube before uncapping it to reveal a petal pink lipstick.
“How about this color, Daddy?”
I nod, my cock hardening again.
“Looks great, baby girl. You’re going to look sexy with that on your lips.”
Misty smiles, and then the curvy girl leans forward to apply the gloss, the vee in her robe opening a bit. Holy fucking shit! A shadow forms between her big breasts, and I want nothing more than to bury my face between those ivory mounds before suckling at one of her pink teats. It’ll be hard in my mouth, and grow stiff as she moans and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging a bit at the black locks. Fuck fuck fuck, my cock’s rock hard now, and all she’s doing is applying lipstick.