Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
My hand lingers over my length and then stiffens as Everly’s name comes to mind. I tell myself to get control and stop, but knowing that she’s in the kitchen, making me dinner, only arouses me more. I drop the cloth and wrap my fist around my thick cock, giving it a squeeze before stroking it from base to tip. A groan falls from my lips as I close my eyes.
“Everly,” I grunt, stroking myself up and down.
“Fuck, that’s right, open that smart mouth of yours.” She does, giving me her doe eyes full of mischief as she parts her lips. I slip my fat head between them and groan as she sucks in the tip. “Good girl, suck my cock like you have been begging for.” She continues, choking on it and then pulls off.
“So big, Daddy.”
“Give Daddy what he wants,” I growl, stuffing it back in her mouth, fucking her pretty throat. I fist her hair, and say, “I’m about to come and you’re going to swallow.” She moans around my girth with a smile around her eyes. I pump my hand faster and groan her name as I come, shooting it all over the shower floor and wall.
I quickly wash up and rinse off, remembering that she’s in the kitchen. I get dressed in some joggers and a tee shirt, sliding it over my head and down my chest as I enter the kitchen.
“Damn, it smells good in here.”
“Thank you,” she says, staring at my body. Fuck, my dick jerks right back to life, so I hurriedly take a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. “Hopefully, you enjoy it.” She plates the dish, and my mouth is watering as she bends forward, and her tits are practically on display.
“I’m sure I will. Your brother said you were a great cook.” I take a bite of the food and it’s incredible. A moan escapes my throat, and I look up from my plate to see her pretty light brown eyes on me. “Your brother was right. You are fantastic. This is a wonderful braised beef and veggies dish.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks turn a rosy pink as her fork stalls mid scoop.
“Go on and eat. I’d hate for it to go cold.” We eat in companionable silence, and I ache for her even more. This is what I want with her. The way I can look across the table and see her enjoying her meal, stealing glances every so often.
“So, how is this job that you forgot to mention?”
“To be fair, it’s not like I see you around often enough.”
“It is fair, so how is it?”
“What can I say? It’s a job…at the mall…working in the food court. There’s nothing special about it in the least, but hey, I can’t complain because I need the money.”
“You don’t need the money.”
“The heck I don’t. No offence, but I already don’t pay any bills, and I can’t have my brother send money to me when he’s not making bank yet. I’m no mooch.”
“I get it, little girl. Don’t get heated. What I’m saying is that you can just earn your keep here.” Her brows kick up with a twist of her lips. I wonder if she’s thinking something filthy, but as much as I’d love to have her in my bed, I’d never demean her like that.
“Come on, you just proved to me that you can cook. I can see that you keep the house clean and frankly, I’m extremely busy. So, I can pay you to keep the house clean, including my room and the laundry. Also make sure I have my meals prepared for work.”
“What type of meals are you talking about?”
“Don’t freak out. I’m not a full dinner kind of guy every day. I love a good sandwich and chips for work.” She twists her lips as she contemplates my offer. I think it’s a fair one.
“I don’t think it’s right taking your money since I live here for free already.”
I try to think of a way to put it. As my wife, she’ll get my money and do those things, anyway. At least until she had her certification and got her position, she wanted then we’d share the tasks. “Well, just think of it as a live-in housekeeper,” I suggest.
I watch the wheels turn in her head. “When you put it that way…I suppose it makes sense.”
“So how does that sound?” I’m hoping that she says yes because it’s a lot easier to keep an eye on her if she’s in the house. The cameras are all around the house and on the exterior. The ones in the car are good too. I’ve already asked my brothers to do me a favor and try to keep an eye on her while she’s coming and going from class, but they didn’t have any idea that she had a damn job. Now, I’m going to have to find someone else to keep tabs on her if that’s the case. She has no notion about how serious I am about her safety. Until she moves to Steeleville, I’m taking her safety to the next level.