Stefano’s Peach Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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“Daddy. Wh... what are you…” she begins to ask when she hears the scrape of a knife to the plate.

“I told you I was going to use your jelly for my bagel. I always do what I say, little girl.” using my tongue, I lick as much as I can off her pussy over and over before using my fingers to put it on a plate and using the knife to spread it over my bagel. “Better than god damn Wheaties.” My finger gets stuck as it slides in and out of her pussy, only continuing to be possible because of her own gushing, wetness is rinsing some of it away. Faster and faster, my tongue and fingers in tandem I bring her to the end and watch as she falls over.

“DADDY!!!” she screams thrashing her head back and forth as her legs shake and her chest caves in and out. I lick her through it, not ready to come down from my sugar quite yet. When she has stopped shaking, I stand and pull her up. My mouth takes hers, wanting to know what her personal brand of bagel yumminess tastes like.

“You taste yourself, sweet girl. See why I can't stay off you.” She sucks at my mouth greedily, needy, and achy.

“Alright, baby girl. Go get cleaned up. Cooper will be here to get you later. Be ready.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I love you, little Peach.”

“I love you too,” she says and blushes. Even after what we just did, she still blushes at the simplest things. God that makes my chest ache. One more kiss and I am out the door. It is getting harder and harder to leave her each day. Might have to do something about this.

Chapter Fourteen

Kalera

I am so excited to be going to have lunch with him in his office. He has been keeping me to himself. He says he doesn't want me out there with other men staring at me. I have tried to assure him that I see no one but him, but that man is as stubborn as a mule. I smile drying off after washing off the sticky jelly he ate off me this morning. I can still feel the cool sticky preserve mixed with his tongue as he licks me, relishing in his dirty behavior. I rub my hands between my legs and shiver, knowing I don't have time for this.

Walking to my side of the closet, I am still in awe at the amount of clothes and the places he took me to get them. I balked initially when he mentioned buying me clothes, but he told me his job was to spoil me. That melted me. What woman wouldn’t love that? So, I sort of lost it. Never in my life have I had so many beautiful dresses, shoes, purses, shirts, pants, makeup, and even jewelry. Once again I take a look at the engagement ring he slid on my finger, while he was still inside of me on the floor by the front door. I couldn’t believe it then and it still seems surreal now. That was the first moment he looked me in my eyes and told me he loved me. I cried, but I also wasn’t sure because it has been such a short amount of time. When I voiced this, he grabbed my face and kissed me. He told me not to insult him by questioning his ability to know his own mind. Then he demanded I say it back to him. I couldn't help but smile at him and kiss him back before telling the man who stole my heart the moment he entered that clinic the first time I laid eyes on him, that I loved him too.

Everything since then has been beautiful, fun, and delicious. That fiancée of mine is insatiable. There is not a moment during the day when he doesn’t want me and makes sure I know it. If it weren't for the fact that he is always worried about me overdoing it and tiring out the baby, I am not sure I would ever get a moment’s peace. Baby. My mind drifts as I rub my hand across my stomach. How amazing would it be if our baby is actually inside of me? See, my sister, friends, and I have always wanted to get out of Almont. The difference between all of us is they wanted an education and a career. Me, I wanted to be a wife and child. I never saw my mom as anything other than a saint. A miracle worker. She cooked, cleaned, mended clothes, patched up wounds, and went to church, Sunday school, and volunteered at the schools. I just didn't want all of that, there, in the same town where nothing in my life would ever change. No, I wanted to find my destiny out in the world, where I could take my kids to see the rest of the world. Give them all the opportunities I never had.



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