Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Destined to take over one day.
Over the last year, Sophia and I had gotten closer. Close in ways I never imagined could be possible. I had pussy thrown at me left and right. Women literally threw themselves on my dick when they saw me walking in with my father. That’s all it took for them to want to get on their knees and suck my cock.
All I wanted was Sophia.
No one else existed in my eyes. She was there when I needed her, and even when I didn’t. I tried to keep that part of my life private from my father. I knew he was becoming suspicious, since I never took those women up on their offers like I had before. Fucking every single one of them without thinking twice about it. Now I just worried that he would try to take her away from me.
He couldn’t.
There wasn’t a chance in Hell I’d ever let him. She was mine. End of story.
A few days later I finally had some down time and got to spend some alone time with Sophia. My face turned into the palm of her hand and I softly kissed it. We were lying on my bed, paying no attention to the movie playing in the background. My parents were gone for the night. It was their anniversary, and my dad took my mom out. Ever since the incident with John and Marco, Dad was extra diligent with whom he hired to protect us. There were always extra bodyguards on staff now, specifically around me. Dad said I had become a target, enemies craving to put a bullet in my fucking head the second I stepped foot into a meeting with him.
I started to appreciate life, or whatever the fuck I was living because nothing was guaranteed.
Especially my life.
Sophia came over for a sleepover with Amari, and Michael stopped by shortly after. Much to my fucking disapproval.
In the eyes of Sophia’s grandparents, my father was her savior. I don’t know what bullshit story he told them about what happened that night, and I didn’t give a flying fuck because my girl was in my bed.
“You look tired,” she rasped, scratching my head that was lying on her lap. “Your dad is working you too hard.”
I slowly turned my face in her lap, nuzzling my nose along her inner thigh. I peered up at her as I wrapped my arms around her waist. In one swift move, I tugged her tiny frame toward me, making her squeal. I lightly brought my body on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her face. My mouth was now inches away from hers.
“I don’t want to talk about my dad, cariño.”
She smirked, as I gently brushed my lips back and forth along her mouth. Loving the feel of her lips against mine.
So soft.
So warm.
So fucking mine.
“Oh yeah? Then what do you want to talk about?”
“Who said I wanted to talk?” I rasped, working my way down her neck. Wanting to feel her pulse beating against my lips.
To this day I was still so goddamn grateful she was alive. I stopped on the spot right under her ear that made her go fucking crazy. Moving her hair to the other side of her neck, never letting up on my caresses on her skin. I could feel the effect I was having on her, and she hadn’t stopped me, yet.
“Alejandro…” she moaned.
My heart sped up, and my cock twitched, hearing my name roll off her tongue. I had never heard that tone come from her before. Sophia had always been a good little girl, pure and innocent. That didn’t stop me from wanting to be the first guy to feel her from the inside, taste every last inch of her perfect body. Make her come on my cock and beg me to stop.
We hadn’t done anything more than kiss. I was patient, but my dick was eager to sink into her sweet pussy. I would never pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t drive her insane with need. Taking her to the edge, getting her nice and fucking wet.
I may have been falling in love with her, but I wasn’t a goddamn saint.
I was a man.
I had needs, and I needed her.
“What, baby?”
I sensually kissed down her neck to her collarbone, working my way down closer to her breasts. Going right for her hard nipple that was poking through her slim cotton tank top. I wanted nothing more than to take her tits in my mouth, and make her come from that sensation alone. She knew better than to come into my bed without wearing a bra.
“You need to stop,” she purred, arching her back off my bed.
“No, I don’t,” I spoke honestly, continuing my descent.