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)
And she smiles.
"Then we better hurry."
The car ride is torture. The elevator is worse. By the time I get her inside the penthouse, I'm shaking with it, stripping that silver thing off her while she laughs, gasping and taunting me with those pouty lips and wide eyes.
I put her on the bed. Spread her open. Drop to my knees. Because I've been thinking about the taste of her for six straight hours, and I refuse to wait another second.
"Daddy," she moans, fingers twisting in my hair. "Daddy, please—"
I lick into her, and her back arches off the mattress. Still so sweet. Still mine in every way. This girl I raised, this woman I worship, this wife who gave me three children and a life I never deserved.
I sold the construction and cement business when it became clear my wife’s career needed me full-time. Money was never a problem before, but now, besides investing and making sure we give back to a variety of charities, I know that we and our children—and their children when the time comes—will never want for anything.
Although they will all learn what hard work means. That’s what saved me and Stan, and I used to think as a kid that if only life had handed me everything on a silver platter, it would all be so much better.
But it’s not true. Bert taught me that effort equals reward. There has to be a balance. I plan to give my kids the family life I never had. I put my entire being into doing what’s right for my wife and my kids. It’s the purpose I was searching for for so long.
Her thighs clamp around my ears, and I drink her down, and when she comes, I'm right there with her, grinding against the mattress like a fucking animal, because that's what she reduces me to.
What she's always reduced me to.
I crawl up her body and push inside. I watch her face as she stretches around me, that little wince melting into pleasure the way it always does.
"I love you," she breathes.
"I know, baby." I start to move. "I know."
“It’s still too big, Daddy,” she whines, that playful twinkle in her eyes.
“It’s okay, just take it for me. Be my big girl and do your job right.”
Her moans fill the suite until we're both hoarse, until the sun threatens the horizon, until I've emptied myself inside her so many times I've lost count.
And still I want more.
I'll always want more.
Forever.