Dear Mr. Dad Bod Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
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Me: Because the way you move makes my cock ache, baby girl. You're fucking gorgeous.

Tiny Dancer: You've seen my videos?

Me: Seen them? I've come all over myself watching them, Olive. You drive me crazy.

Tiny Dancer: Did you mean it?

Me: Which part?

Tiny Dancer: All of it.

Me: 615-555-3435. Video call me. Now, baby girl.

I wait for her to respond, but she doesn't say anything. Two full minutes tick by. And then three. Just when I think maybe she's not going to do as instructed and call me, my phone rings with an unfamiliar number flashing on the display.

I immediately answer.

Olive's gorgeous face fills my screen, her cheeks stained pink.

"Olive," I growl, staring at her like I'm looking into the face of the sun. Christ, maybe I am. She's so goddamn beautiful.

"Hi," she whispers, her voice soft and melodious. Her gaze runs all over my face. I don't hide it, not from her. She showed her cards. I owe her the same. "You're so handsome."

I grin when her cheeks flame. "Glad you think so, baby girl. You'll be seeing a lot of me."

"I will?"

"I certainly fucking hope so."

Her tongue dances along her bottom lip, as elegant as the rest of her. Jesus. I've never wanted to be a tongue so badly in my life. Never wanted to be a lip before, either. I want to be both right now, just so I can taste both parts of her.

"You asked if I meant it. I'm sitting here with my cock harder than it's ever been in my fucking life. Yeah, I meant it."

"Show me," she blurts.

"You want to see how hard you make daddy, baby girl?"

As soon as I call myself that, she melts for me. The tension just…evaporates from her body as if that one word wiped it away. Christ. She needs this. Needs me. How long has she been watching me, thinking about this? Wanting it?

"Yes," she whispers, licking her lips. "But I…I'm not supposed to do that, daddy."

Ah, Christ. She's playing her role like she was born for it.

"Oh, you made it this way, baby girl. You're going to look at it," I growl. "You're going to slip your hand between your legs and touch yourself while I take care of the problem you created."

Her eyes turn glassy, her lips parting.

"You don't have to let daddy see you if you aren't ready for that, princess," I promise, not wanting to push her too far right out of the gate. There will be plenty of time for that when she's standing in front of me. "I won't rush you. But I want to hear you moaning for daddy tonight. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Good girl." I spread my legs apart, giving myself room to work while she shifts around on her sofa, getting comfortable. She moves so gracefully, her body just flows from one move to another. "I've been watching your videos for months, Olive."

"Really?"

"Every single one you post."

"Me too."

"Yeah? Which is your favorite?"

"All of them."

"Liar." I drag my fist up my cock, twisting when I get to the head. Fuck. Just hearing her speak has me ready to explode. "Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished, baby girl. Do you want to be spanked?"

"N-no." She shivers, her eyes dilating. I file that reaction away for later, knowing damn well what it means. She's itching to be spanked. But not yet.

"Then tell daddy the truth," I growl.

"T-the one where you're reading the dirty daddy book." She slides her hand out of the frame. A second later, she moans softly, and I know she's touching herself, her eyes locked on my cock. Jesus. Just telling me about her favorite video gets her riled up. "You s-say 'come for daddy, baby girl'." She whimpers, her back arching, her eyes nearly black with pleasure. "I've listened to it a thousand times."

"You touch your pussy while you listen to me."

"Yes."

"Do you moan for daddy when you come, Olive?" I rasp, stroking my cock while I watch her. I can't take my fucking eyes off her. She's fully dressed, her lower body out of view, but I know what she's doing. And Christ, I want to crawl through the phone screen onto that couch with her. I want it to be my hand between her thighs, my tongue. I want to ravage this perfect little princess, leave her screaming for daddy.

"Yes!"

"Do I make you beg me to stop? Because that's what I'm going to do when I finally get inside you, baby girl. Daddy is going to make you come over and over. I'm going to destroy that perfect little pussy for anyone else." I work my fist up and down my shaft, wishing like hell it were her little hand, her perfect lips. "Daddy will be the only man who touches his baby girl."



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