Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
That’s a calculated risk, and one I have to take. Never act like you need them, that’s the first rule of the con.
The second rule is, never leave when someone is ready to shove money at you. But tonight, those hard and fast rules of the past are watered down whiskey. The top shelf straight shot is waiting for me upstairs.
I’ve laid a foundation and my instincts tell me, walking away now is the move to make. Make them want what you have, then make them think they can’t have it.
Hannah is the deal I need to bring home tonight. I’m obsessed with how she smiled when I relieved myself all over her tits and her nose like I’d just delivered ten dozen roses. Taking her ass like that, out in the open and before I claimed her virginity, might have been harsh, but that little girl makes me lose my mind.
I know her pussy is going to change my life forever. My vision of stretching her rookie baby maker full of my dick on those white sheets can’t wait any longer. I’m addicted and I already know that hot pink playground is going to rule me every fucking day from now until they put me in a box.
I shoot her a quick text as I exit the ballroom.
Me: You being a good girl? I’m on my way to feed you another round of Daddy’s special cream in that special spot that tingles when I give it kisses. It’s cherry popping time, baby.
She doesn’t answer
The last ten steps to the door of our suite feel like an eternity. Turning the knob, I’m greeted with another gift.
And this gift nearly doubles me over.
“Hi.” Her sweet voice wraps around my heart and tugs.
She gives me that girl-next-door smile while standing by the window, wearing the black lace garter belt and lace topped stockings that were part of the wardrobe I sent her. But the cherry on top? She’s got her hair in two high pigtails while she sucks on a round, red lollipop.
“Where’d you get that?” I nod toward the candy on a stick she’s wrapping her tongue around and my cock hardens into the density of petrified oak.
She shrugs. “Maaaaaargaret said if we needed anything just to call down on that phone.”
She bobs her head toward the desk, her blonde pigtails bouncing around her face.
“And you asked for a lollipop?” I advance through the room, raking a hand over my face.
“Cherry lollipop.”
I raise my brows. “That’s going to be the only cherry left in this room very soon.”
I steady a shaking breath, fighting the urge to obliterate this sweet, beautiful girl with my hands and my obsessed hard on. I enjoy the expanse of bare flesh on display for a few beats, letting the decadent fantasies play out before I trust myself to step her way, double locking the door behind me.
“How was work, Daddy?” she asks, crinkling her nose and twisting her toe into the floor.
She’s an angel sent from heaven, probably to judge me for my sins.
There are a multitude to choose from, and I’m about to commit another.
I close the space between us, the heat palpable as I approach. As soon as I’m close enough I glance my fingers over her bare shoulder, pushing her hair behind her ear and reveling in the way she shivers but does not withdraw.
“I thought you looked divine in that dress tonight, but…” I lick my lips. “You look better without it.”
I tilt back her head to look into her eyes, and brush my thumb across her cheek, taking a moment to memorize the delicate bones beneath her skin as I count a few more of her freckles. Then I pull her close, crushing my mouth to hers without giving her any out.
“How’s my little girl’s ass feeling?”
“Feels like someone warmed up a ten-inch sausage inside it. It will live to serve another day. Just hopefully, not today.”
A throaty chuckle surprises me as it climbs up my throat. “No more ass sausage today, baby. I may use you, I may make you sore, but I will always keep you safe. Your pussy is going to give me a sweet gift tonight.”
Hannah runs her fingers along the top of her tits, then twists them on the end of one of her pigtails, feigning deep thought. “You mean a gift like something that rhymes with…hairy?”
I strip off my jacket as my balls swing low in my boxers like they’re full of molten lead, my dick as hard and as thick as an oak branch. If she pouts and calls me daddy right now, I’m damn sure I’ll blow. I’m an old fuck lusting after a girl that’s about three breaths beyond jailbait, but from the look in her eyes, she’s as hot for me as I am for her, which has got to be the sixth wonder of the fucking world.