Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
But this morning, I wake up refreshed in Lionel’s king size bed. The sheets are pristine white, the pillows fluffy, and a warm flood of well-being runs through my veins. Lifting my arms overhead, I let out a wondrous sigh. Has life ever been so amazing? I feel like a lucky heroine who’s just had a magnificent adventure, to return safe and sound to my bed after a magical dream.
But this is actually Lionel’s bed because the California king is like a life raft with its sumptuous pillows, acres of bedding, and big, soft, fluffy comforter. I turn to look. Lionel’s not here according to the man-size dent on the other side, but it’s okay because I’m used to it. My stepfather often works out like a beast in the mornings, and he’s probably lifting weights or running at light speed on the treadmill in our personal gym.
But then I blink and catch sight of a broad form in the corner, seated in a chair.
“Daddy,” I mewl. “What are you doing there? That chair looks so uncomfortable! Come join in me in bed.”
The dark man merely shakes his head, looking godawful handsome in faded blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt.
“I’d love to sweetheart, but I’m afraid if I get in bed, we’ll never get out.”
I giggle prettily, being sure to let the sheet slip so that my big ivory teats are revealed.
“Would that be so bad?” I ask in a coy tone before reaching up to circle a pink nipple with my finger. “It sounds fun, if you ask me.”
Lionel’s blue gaze flares, mesmerized as he watches my seductive gesture. But he stays put in his chair across the room, almost like he’s forcing himself to maintain the distance.
“No, baby girl,” he rasps. “You’re sore and achy from the party last night, and you need time to recuperate. Too much, too soon, isn’t a good idea. Even for a naughty girl like you.”
“Oh Daddy,” I coo. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m eighteen, remember? Young girls bounce back fast because that’s how we are.” Then, to prove my point, I throw the covers off my nude body with a flourish and make to swing my legs over the mattress and to the floor. I plan on bouncing out of bed before doing some light aerobics to show the man of the house just how flexible and fit I am. But it seems my stepfather knows me better than I know myself because as soon as I make to hop off the mattress, a painful ache in my cunt causes me to wince, and I pause with both feet hovering just over the carpet.
“Ouch!” is my exclamation. “Oh my!”
The dark billionaire chuckles low in his chest, his eyes glued to my every curve.
“Like I said, princess, you’re going to be sore and achy for a while. You pleasured my three friends last night, and did a great job, like I knew you would. Cross, Barrett and Scott walked away very happy men.”
I look up into his eyes.
“So they’re pleased?”
“Very pleased,” Lionel confirms in a rasp, his blue eyes gleaming. “In fact, they want to do it again. And they plan on calling your bluff, sweetheart. I hope your friend Rose is ready to entertain because you got them with your saucy hook.”
I giggle but panic courses through my veins because of course, I didn’t run the idea of a menage by Rose at all. Oops, this might be a bit awkward. But I push the thought out of my mind because Rose has always been a good sport, in addition to being very sexy and sensual. Recently, she’s kind of hinted at a crush on a mystery man, but I’m sure it’s nothing. Knowing Rose, she’s been mooning over the hot heroes in her romance novels, and her mystery man is just as likely to be fictional as not. I’ll be able to convince her to pleasure Scott, Lionel and Barrett after I tell her how amazing they are.
But then another shaft of pain lances through my pussy, and Lionel laughs deeply when he sees me wince.
“Come on, baby girl,” he growls before getting up and striding to the bed. He sweeps me into his strong arms, bridal style. “Upsy daisy.”
I gasp, our faces suddenly only inches apart. Lionel is so gorgeous, with his proud, strong features; piercing cobalt gaze; and jaw made of iron.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whisper, twining my arms around his bronzed neck.
“Nuh uh, we’re not doing more of that,” he growls while striding to the attached en suite. “I love your filthy mind, baby, but as we’ve established, you’re hurting right now. You need another soak in the bath to soothe your tender folds,” he grunts before kicking open the door to the en suite and depositing me gently onto the ivory counter. Then, he begins filling the massive marble tub until the space is warm and steamy, before adding Epsom salts to the water. “You’ll feel better after letting the minerals do their work, princess. Take your time. I’ll be downstairs.”