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)
Then, I spin on the high heels and begin to walk, but they must be at least six inches high, and I lose my balance almost immediately. Oh no! I’m going to fall and break my neck. But just in time, Lionel’s strong arms catch me around the waist before sweeping me up into his arms, cuddling me against that broad chest. His stark features are only inches from mine now, and the older man leans forward to capture my lips in a hard, demanding kiss.
“I’d never let you fall, princess,” he rasps. “You’re mine.”
I wind my arms around his bronzed neck, gazing up with adoration at the handsome man.
“I am,” I mewl prettily. “Now, let’s go, Daddy, because our guests are downstairs and it’s rude to make them wait. Let’s get this party started.”
With that, a dark flush appears on the man of the house’s high cheekbones, but Lionel nods and strides towards the stairs with my curvy form safely ensconced in his arms. I sigh with pleasure and anticipation because I’ve never entertained multiple men before ... but now, I’m going to get my chance.
3
Barrett
Holy fuck, this party is already out of control. Scott, Cross and I are drinking, but I hardly taste the alcohol because we’re waiting for the arrival of the beautiful Lily Powell. Yet, was that scene upstairs for real? Was she letting Lionel fingerfuck her tight asshole as her boobies bounced? Right in the drawing room, where the staff could see?
After all, Lionel Kenneally is a rich motherfucker and probably employs at least a half dozen employees at his home. It’s just how these things work because managing a ten thousand square foot estate is no small feat. At my own property, I retain a house manager, who in turn manages about a dozen folks, including various cleaning staff, kitchen cooks, as well as gardeners, chauffeurs, assistants, and what have you. I don’t want to hear about it, nor do I want to deal with it. My staff knows to stay out of sight, and for the most part, the property runs like a dream.
Of course, it wasn’t always this way. My sons, Brandon and Brent, used to live at home and the estate was pure chaos while they were under my roof. Two teenage boys are enough to drive anyone up the wall, but my boys are also handsome douchebags with the raging hormones of rabid dogs. They brought a stream of girls home non-stop, and I could hear them fucking said women in their bedrooms. On occasion, my sons even double-teamed some of the fillies, their moans twining in the air as the women panted and shrieked. As a precaution, I warned them to keep their peckers wrapped up because women often say they’re on birth control when they’re not. We don’t want anyone getting pregnant when there’s so much money at stake, and as far as I know, my gene pool hasn’t expanded yet.
But Brandon and Brent left for college at my alma mater, Western University, a couple months ago, and now the mansion’s silent. To be honest, it’s a little lonely without them. I never thought I’d miss those fuckers, but I do, and the shindig we have going tonight will relieve some of the funk.
Then again, I never thought I’d ever be “lonely” at this stage of my life. I thought I’d be living with a beautiful wife, a large house, plenty of kids, and a thriving career. Instead, my ex-wife turned out to be a hooker; my two sons are grown; and the house is so fucking big and empty that it echoes sometimes. It’s pathetic if you think about it. I’m a forty-five-year-old man with a successful career as a venture capitalist, and yet I’m rattling around like loose teeth.
But at least I have money, and lots of it. I specialize in crypto investments, and that shit is a fucking rollercoaster. But volatility means that there are markets to be timed, opportunities to nail, and shitloads of cash to be made. I’ve won some; I’ve lost some; but overall, I’ve won far more than I’ve lost and am loaded as a result. The mansion in St. George is only one of the properties I own. Estates in Vail, Nantucket, Barbados, and London round out my portfolio, and I’m considering buying in Tokyo and Paris as well.
But tonight, I’m not focused on that. Instead, I’m here to see what the gorgeous Lily Powell has to offer. Lionel sent around some photos of his stepdaughter earlier, and holy fuck, but I had to jack off as soon as I saw them. His daughter’s gorgeous with long brown hair; the delicate features of a princess; and a body so lush that my jaw dropped. Literally, I’ve never seen such big tits on a teenager, and I can’t wait to get my dick pressed up tight between those soft mounds of flesh.