Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
My moans turned louder, and it hit me that I could be as fucking loud as I wanted. It was just the two of us here, and he sure as hell couldn’t move.
I grazed my teeth along his jaw and flicked the tip of my tongue against his stubble. “I hope you feel this tomorrow, baby boy. How you made Daddy lose it—because of you. I hope you hurt.”
I hope you put Daddy in his place.
I hope you degrade him, make him feel like trash, and use him like a pathetic fuckhole.
I groaned loudly and slammed into him. The pressure built up quickly, sending a rush of desire through my body. Every muscle tensed. My balls felt heavy and full.
“So close,” I gritted out. Faster and faster, each moan louder than the one before, until I finally erupted. I sucked in a breath, screwed my eyes shut tighter, and started coming hard.
The climax swept me away and pushed me under, robbing me of my senses. A single thought slithered through, and it was the cocksucker in me who knew I was mere seconds away from getting my mouth on him. It would complete an already perfect day, falling asleep with the taste of his come on my tongue.
Scratch that. I wanted to fall asleep with his cock in my mouth.
That was the plan.
6
“Daddy, are you listening to me?” Lily asked demandingly.
“I’m listening, princess. I’m listening.” I suppressed a groan and sat up in bed to rub the sleep from my eyes.
To be honest, I was listening on one ear. Someone was at the door, and Jack was clearly in the kitchen. I heard him banging with pots and cupboards.
“You told me it’s snowing,” I yawned. “Are you gonna play outside today?”
“Yes! Auntie Claire and I are gonna see if we can make snow angels.”
I smiled drowsily and went into my closet to grab a pair of sweats. “That sounds fun. Tell Auntie Claire to take lots of photos for Daddy.” After trapping my phone between cheek and shoulder, I stepped into the sweats and then left my bedroom. “What’s Mommy doing?”
“I don’t know, she’s reading.” She could not sound more disinterested. “Oh Daddy, I gotta tell you something! I like lettuce now! It has to be next to the sandwich, not inside, but I like it! Isn’t that good?”
“That’s amazing, darling. You don’t know how happy that makes me.” Christ, I wasn’t exaggerating either.
“No, I don’t,” she answered frankly. “Very happy?”
I chuckled and reached the end of the hallway, where I peered into the kitchen. “The happiest Daddy in the world.” Also not an exaggeration, and the reason for my happiness was suddenly twofold. My princess could add a new type of food to her approved list, and Jack was cracking eggs into a skillet while bobbing his head to whatever music he had playing in his earbuds.
He was wearing nothing but his tight boxer briefs, so it was extremely difficult not to stare at that exquisite ass.
In the meantime, Lily was thrilled about my happiness, and she rambled rapidly about Auntie Claire’s and her goal for her to try turkey on Thanksgiving as well—since it was so similar to chicken. I responded accordingly, telling her how proud I was, while also reminding her that it was okay to take a break. Which I only told her because she could get wrapped up in pushing her own limits, and if she went too far, it had the opposite effect. A single meltdown could ruin so much of her hard work.
I pinched the bridge of my nose when someone knocked on the door for the third time. With Lily talking, Jack multitasking noisily in the kitchen, and my tendency to be cantankerous in the morning, things were quickly getting out of hand.
Deep breaths.
Pay attention to Lily. Get the door.
“…and Mommy said she was proud also, and then she went to the store with Uncle Peter and Cassandra and Sarah, and I had quiet time with the kittens. Oh, I love the kittens so much, Daddy!”
Oh dear. I knew that tone.
“I’m sure they’re precious, princess,” I said. “I bet they love living in Aunt Claire’s barn where they have so much space.”
“I dunno, they live in a little box and like apartments also.”
Fuck.
I released a breath and unlocked the door. “How convenient. Did Claire tell you that?” Upon opening the door, I was smacked in the face with surprise. It was a yawning Kingsley in utility clothes and a smirking Tate holding up a bag of… It came from a bakery.
Hell, they were here.
“No, Mommy said it after I asked if I could get one for Christmas,” Lily told me.
Hold the damn phone. What time was it? I peered behind me, into the living room, and spotted the clock above the flat-screen. Seven thirty! Somehow, I’d thought it was later, despite that I could probably sleep another couple of hours.