Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“Oh my God.” I stare at the deed.
“I’ll be in charge?” The words hang between us. I’ve never been in charge of my own life before.
“Yep. Well, we will still have our rules.” He leans down and kisses my nose, then runs his hand up my leg under the fabric of my dress until his fingers brush against my bare pussy. “No panties unless Daddy says so.” He rumbles into my ear and I’m immediately soaking wet.
“It’s the best present ever. Now, can I give you a present?”
“Of course. What do you have for me?”
“Well, it’s not something in a box or something that costs money.”
“Okay.”
I wiggle off his lap, kneeling down in front of him on the floor of the limo, hiking my dress up toward my hips, my palms facing up on the tops of my thighs, just like he’s trained me.
My mouth waters as I see the long hard outline of his cock behind the black fabric. “Please, Daddy. I want to give your cock special kisses. The way you taught me.”
His eyes blaze as he groans, his hands already on his belt as he frees his erection, rock hard and dripping as I smile and crinkle my nose. He raises his hips, pulling his trousers and boxers to his knees.
“Since you said please…” he answers, guttural and strained.
He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my face into his scrotum.
“Balls first, baby. Take good care of your Daddy, he loves you more than words can say.”
He groans as I run the flat of my tongue over the thick skin, looking up to see him close his eyes and lay his head back onto the seat.
“That’s my girl. Get that special spot just behind Daddy’s balls…”
He grips my hair tighter, pressing me into him, the musky, masculine scent filling my nose as I lick and suck, gently and carefully. After a minute, I pull back as he looks down.
“Is this right, Daddy?”
“You’re doing a great job, little one. Keep going and I’m going to give you your special prize.”
“Daddy cream?”
“Yes, baby. Now show me what that mouth is made for.”
He grunts as I wrap my mouth around the tip and glide the head between my lips.
“Good girl,” he grits out. “My baby, my love, my little girl, my wife…my everything.”
He releases my hair, spreading his arms wide on the top of the seat, sinking down and letting me give him my all.
Because I know my Daddy will always give me his.
Chapter Fifteen
Merrick
Epilogue 5 years later
“Baby?” I’ve searched the house and the deck but there’s no sign of Kezia.
She’s usually sitting out front, weather permitting, waiting for me to get off my shift, usually tackling me with a hug as the kids join in.
We have three and one on the way. Two older boys, Jameson, four, and Gordon, three. Melanie is our youngest at eighteen months and number four is going to be a surprise.
I look at the kitchen table and there sits her cell. I pick it up and, as usual, it’s dead.
Kezia has never taken to technology and prefers to be outside, doing art with the kids, reading or dancing around the house or at her studio. She rarely turns on the television unless it’s to watch something with the kids.
The house is never the same without her. There’s a mess in the kitchen, as usual. She’s not the cook of the family, but she tries, and cleaning up isn’t her specialty either.
She truly is a free spirit and it may mean a little more work on me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s my prize, my princess, my little girl, and I’d do anything to make sure she’s happy.
She’s made a family with me but also with my parents and Summer and Margaret, and of course, Genevieve. She brings light, and laughter, everywhere she goes, and it’s a constant fucking battle to keep guys from gravitating to her. Even the fathers of the kids at The Little Sprite Dance Studio need some schooling from me now and then.
I’m still working, but more and more I just want to spend every minute here with my family. Retirement isn’t long away. Seeing my parents enjoying each other still, the way they do, just makes me want to have that with Kezia.
I hear the door click behind me and a second later, the cold, empty house is full of chaos and love again.
“Daddy!” James and Gordon come running, but Kezia smiles, holding Melanie, who’s dead to the world in her arms, sound asleep.
“Where were you?” I ask, trying to keep the edge off my voice because she knows better than to leave without letting me know where she’s going and without her cell.
“We just went to see Summer. Had ice cream, then went to the park.”