Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“But I thought you were still saving up?”
I chuckle. “That’s what I wanted you to think. Come on. Let me show you around.”
She moves like a little flower blowing in the breeze as I guide her inside, holding her tiny, soft hand in mine. Our footsteps echo across the empty space, so full of potential. Fluorescent lights flicker over concrete floors, stained with years of oil and work.
“So this is where the first lift will go.” I point, walking her through my mental blueprint. “The second bay here—for quick jobs. Oil changes, tire rotations, things like that.”
Katie follows along silently, her eyes taking in every inch of the place. I can practically see her cataloging the details one by one.
“And the office,” I say, guiding her into the windowed room that overlooks everything. “We can put a desk for you here where you can see everything. Filing cabinets over here and a computer of course once we’re making enough money.”
“My desk?” she gasps, her voice carrying, filled with wonder and excitement.
“Of course, Katie. You’re my partner, remember? In everything.”
Her hand trembles in mine, and her eyes begin to water as she looks up at me like she’s about to cry. I’m blazing inside. I’ve been hard the entire time since we left the house, and as I slip my hand around the small of her back and pull her closer, blood rushes to my cock, and my desire for her explodes.
“I love you so much,” I tell her as I slip my hands up her shirt and cup her delicious breasts. “Every single thing about you. You believed in me since day one.”
“Of course I did.” She smiles, a single tear spilling down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb. “I love you too…Daddy.”
Her plump lips pop open, and a tiny moan escapes her mouth as I move in for a deep, passionate kiss. I lick her tongue with mine, passion and lust spilling out of me. My briefs are damp. I can feel the pre-cum already spilling out of my cock.
Grabbing her by the hips, I lift her into the air and set her down on the dusty concrete floor. There’s no time to lay out a blanket or drive her back home to our bed. I need her, and I need her now.
The swollen flesh of my erection presses against the metal buttons of my jeans. With a single tug of my fist, I pop my fly open and relieve some of the tension, then reach in with my hand and pull out my girth. Her eyes blaze up at me as I thumb the hem of her stretch pants and draw them down over her womanly hips–hips I’ve bred before and intend to breed again.
“Right here?” she asks, but she’s not protesting; she’s turned on. We’re both a couple of freaks, and getting fucked on the dirty, oil-stained floor of my new garage is more than likely a fantasy she’s played out many times in her head.
I tug my swollen cock out from my briefs and present it to her, watching the shine come over her eyes. Her mouth falls open, and I slide my crown between her lips. The warmth causes me to groan as she sucks on it like she’s sucking a lollipop, searching for the sweetness.
My stomach tenses, and I begin to gently thrust in and out, fucking her mouth possessively. This may be her office, but I’m her boss.
All of a sudden, I feel the tightness of the back of her throat and look down as my cock flexes with excitement. The sight of her blowing me drives my lust to a whole new level, and I lift her shirt so I can grab a handful of her breast.
My balls are tight, the veins of my cock pulsing. She swallows, and I know I’m leaking so much pre-cum. She looks so submissive from this angle, and it turns me on to think about how I’m seconds away from spreading her tiny little pussy open.
“Fuck, you suck my dick so good, little girl.” I groan again as she smiles, my cock still deep in her mouth. My balls twitch again. Christ, I’m already getting close. I need to pull out now or I’m going to explode before I even get inside her. Her throat is just too warm, too wet, too tight.
I pull out and kiss her deeply, threading my fingers through her hair. She kisses me hungrily back. It’s such a turn-on knowing she wants it. Wants me to pound her senseless and fill her with my seed.
Pulling back from the kiss, I grind my manhood with my callused palm in an attempt to force down my excitement. I need to be able to last, to give her what she needs.
“Are you ready?” I ask, staring into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that will be mine for the rest of my life.