Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Karl moans again, his cock going into a second round of rapid-fire ejaculation. OMG, is that even possible? But as the powerful bodyguard drops another huge load into my fertile fields, I smile with feminine satisfaction because this is exactly what I want ... and more.
8
Karl
Ainsley’s relaxing on the sofa, clad only in a thin silk robe. Her curves are still damp, that ivory skin sheened in a mixture of sweat and her own fragrance. I can’t resist. I’m a total asshole and walk over to her before opening her robe to look down at her creamy form. Those big breasts bobble, and Ainsley even giggles a bit while parting her legs.
“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” she coos. “Does this make you happy?”
I take in those soft thighs and narrow waist, as well as her swollen pussy. Fuck, she’s been fucked so much in the past few hours that the girl shouldn’t even be able to sit upright. But Ainsley is smiling at me, and I decide to go for it.
One big finger reaches down to her swollen, ravaged pussy before gently tracing over her slippery clit. Then, I push the bit of semen edging out from her cunt back in, loving the fact that my seed is literally leaking out of this girl.
“Oooh, that feels good, Daddy,” she murmurs, batting her lashes coquettishly at me. “Do you have more for me?” she asks, one small hand going up to grab my hardening cock.
“I have more than enough for your horny pussy, sweetheart,” I growl before striding to the table and coming back with a plate full of pancakes. “But let’s eat first because I want you to have energy. You must be depleted after getting fucked like that, and I don’t want a rag doll in bed.”
Ainsley giggles, tossing her red mane of hair back.
“I’m not a rag doll! I was with you every step of the way!”
I go silent for a moment because it’s true. It was this sweet girl’s first time, and yet she accommodated my massive dick without complaint. She took it in herself again and again, letting me pummel her tiny hole as she smiled sweetly at me, breasts bobbling with every hard pound. I hang my head with shame.
“You’ve done more than enough, sweetheart. You deserve some peace.”
Immediately, Ainsley’s up and sitting in my lap, her small arms wrapped around my neck and those delicate features only inches away.
“No, but I liked it, Karl. I loved it. I want you to touch me like that, and it doesn’t matter that you’re my bodyguard. In fact, this is the best way you could guard my body, don’t you think? If you’re in bed with me, who’s going to hurt me now?”
I stare at her innocent features, so delicate and soft. A big hand goes up the steep curve of her back, caressing her sinuous form.
“I know, sweetheart, but this isn’t what your brother envisioned—”
The redhead rolls her eyes.
“Don’t even get me started on Patrick,” she says in a droll tone. “Besides, he’s not exactly a saint himself. You know he won his wife in a bet, right?”
I stare at my sassy temptress.
“What? Really?”
She nods.
“Yeah, my sister in law was desperate for money. Ashley came to Vegas to be a ballerina, but then her ballet company went kaput, so she needed cash. She sold her body to Patrick, and I think he even had her chained up in his bedroom for a while.”
I stare at her.
“No fucking way.”
“Yes way,” my beautiful redhead says in a playful voice. “So don’t blame yourself, Karl, because the man who hired you isn’t exactly the Pope. In fact, my brother is a fucking asshole, so we shouldn’t listen to what he says.”
Still, I feel guilty and drop my gaze as my hand continues to rub circles on her back. Ainsley senses my hesitation and lifts my chin with one small finger before staring into my eyes.
“What is it?” she whispers. “No regrets, Karl.”
“But it was your first time—” I begin.
“And I loved it,” she finishes before leaning forwards to kiss me. “You took me the way a man takes a woman. Hard. Possessive. Relentless. I loved every second, and I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
That makes me stare at her for a moment.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask in a low voice.
She shakes her head, cheeks flushing.
“No, and we didn’t use a condom. But I’ll call the concierge and see if they have Plan B on site. It’s fine. Even if they don’t, we can go to the drugstore and get it. It’s over the counter now, so it’s no big deal.”
I stare at her plush lips before circling up to meet her gaze.
“It’s a very big deal, sweetheart. I might have impregnated you already.”