Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
I love when he comes. I love watching his face, seeing the release, the deep pleasure there, and knowing I’m the reason.
“I love you, Babybear. I fucking love you.” He grits out as he lets go, then slams himself deep inside me until I see flashes of white light. “Come with me. Please, baby. Come with Daddy. Now.”
His words topple another orgasm from me and we shudder and shake together, holding on to each other like the tide is trying to tear us apart.
We pant and kiss until the waves dissipate, then Daddy withdraws and immediately lifts me off the countertop and pushes me down to my knees in front of him.
“You know what to do.” He orders, one hand on the top of my head as I lean forward and take his wet cock in my hand.
Opening my mouth, I take him inside, tasting us both.
“That’s my girl. Make sure Daddy is good and clean.”
I suck and lick until all of our combined arousal is cleaned and then look up to see him watching me with joy in his eyes.
“That good, Daddy?” I ask, licking my lips.
“So good. So perfect. You were fucking made for me. All of you. We just fit.” He strokes the top of my head. “Now put Daddy back in his pants. I have to go. I’m late.”
I do as he says, then he extends a hand for me to take and helps me to my feet.
He holds my hand as I think about us and say, “You know, most girls wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t understand all of this. But they especially…” I follow him as he steps toward the back door to the garage, gathering the black case he carries everywhere as he goes. “They wouldn’t understand that a man that gives you vegetable plants is way better than a man that gives you flowers.”
“You’re not like most girls.” He turns, takes my face in his hands and kisses me sweetly. The scent of my sex is still on his mouth from when he went down on me earlier. “In fact, you’re not like any other girl. You’re my girl. My Babybear. Now be safe while I’m gone. I’ll set the alarm when I go. If you need me, call or text. If I can’t get back to you, it’s because I’m just busy with something at work. If you really need me, and I don’t return your call or text, you know you can call George. He’s only a mile away and he’ll be here as fast as he can. I mean it, Babybear, if you need anything you call him.”
George is Daddy’s best friend and they work together somehow, though I still don’t have any idea what that work is. He’s quite a bit older than Daddy, and he’s also Russian.
He’s been kind to me, like a grandfather of sorts I guess, especially since I told Daddy I had no family. He’s been in his own way trying to build one around me from the characters in his life. George is my grandfather, Contessa in her own way has become my stand in Grandmother.
All I need now is a mother. Maybe a sister or brother. I can’t imagine who he’d choose to fill those roles, I don’t even know if he has any other friends in his life. But whoever he’d choose as my mother would have to be better than the one I was born with.
I hate that I’ve lied to him about some of the details of my life, but the truth is I don’t see how he will ever find out and I do what I have to do to keep myself safe. Not all families want the best for their own, my life is proof of that.
I play with the collar on his shirt before responding. “Maybe he can come over and stay? I hate being here alone.”
“Sure. I’ll call him from the car and see if he’s available. Have him come over later today if possible and he can stay over.”
I press a half-hearted smile to my lips. Not because I didn’t get what I want. I mean, he gave me what I asked for. But it’s not really what I want. I’ll take what I can get, but what I really want is him, here with me.
“Okay. Thanks.” I puff out a breath through my nose and my gratitude isn’t overflowing with sincerity. My inner brat is kicking rocks and I feel a tantrum brewing just under the surface.
That niggling doubt about where he goes and who he’s really with taps at the inside of my skull yet again, giving me a headache.
“I’ll work on my faerie garden. Finish the mushroom house I’m building. And Romper and Geisha will get all the kisses you’re going to miss.” I poke my tongue out at him for a brief second and immediately I know that wasn’t the right move.