Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Oh, I don’t need jelly,” I say while taking a huge bite. “It’s way too much sugar, and I don’t need the extra calories. Mmm, this is so good! Where did you learn to cook like this?”
But my handsome chef doesn’t reply to my question. Instead, he shakes his head before fixing me with a hard look from those piercing blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, you do need the calories. We just recorded video for twelve hours, and I had you in every position possible. You absolutely need the nourishment, so I’m going to find the jelly.”
Then, Rick continues to rummage through the cabinets, opening and closing multiple doors in an effort to locate the jam. Meanwhile, I giggle.
“You did have me in every position, and it felt so good! I hope you were pleased, Daddy.”
He turns, blue eyes fierce.
“I was very pleased, sweetheart, and I can’t describe how it felt to look down this morning to see a telltale ring of deep red at the base of my dick. That’s proof of your innocence, sweetheart, and you gifted it to me. Thank you,” he rasps before pressing a worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder. “Now where in the world is that damn jelly?”
I giggle again.
“Don’t worry about the jelly! I had some smears of red on the insides of my thighs this morning, but it made me feel good,” I confess in a whisper. “Is that bad? It made me feel very taken, and like I belong to you.”
Rick’s expression immediately goes serious.
“Sweetheart, are you sore? Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”
I pause for a moment, just thinking.
“You did, but in a good way. A way that I wanted, and I feel very complete now. Like something happened to me that I didn’t know I needed, but I’ve found the missing puzzle piece.”
Rick draws back in surprise, one black eyebrow arched.
“You didn’t know you missed sex?” he drawls. “Wow. I thought everyone misses sex.”
I hum.
“Well, I didn’t know what I was missing, so I think it’s different,” is my musing reply. “On the one hand, I’ve read tons of romance novels and watched tons of movies, so I know there’s something out there that I haven’t experienced. But on the other, when you’ve never been in love or made love, period, you don’t know what you’re missing. Of course, I’ve had sex but it’s just with myself. I didn’t know that sex with a gorgeous guy would be a thousand times better.”
Rick grins, flashing that white smile, before dropping another worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder.
“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll have you back in bed in a minute,” he growls. “But you didn’t think that having an avid customer fan base meant that sex is important? That it’s something that makes the human existence worthwhile?”
I pause, just thinking about his question.
“Yes, I see what you’re saying. I mean, I have customers who tip hundreds every time I release content, so they must be addicted to my photos and videos. But I guess I just see my Only Fans as a job. I know it sounds crazy because how can you compare being a sexy content creator to something like scooping ice cream or pulling shots? But I guess I’ve manufactured a wall in my head where I think of myself as Jenna May, professional, versus the real Jenna May, a girl with feelings. You have to have a tough skin in this industry,” I add in a low tone. “There are guys who will take you down.”
Again, Rick frowns, his handsome features pulling downwards.
“What do you mean?” he growls, shoulders stiffening. “I’ll rip them a new asshole if they’re—”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I’ve never met any of my customers. It’s just that they think that the woman on screen is the real Jenna May, and they ask me on dates in real life. Of course, I say no, but then they get aggressive and angry. What happens next is ugly.”
“You mean, they berate you.”
“Yeah, definitely,” I shrug. “It’s part of the business. Almost all female content creators suffer from this because the guys can’t tell fantasy from reality. They know that I’m on the other side of a screen, and that I’m putting up a front which they pay money to see. I’m not going to meet them in real life. But somehow, that line can blur in their heads, and when the rejection comes, that’s when they start getting abusive.”
Rick is silent.
“I think I will rip them a new asshole,” he says when he finally speaks. “It sounds about right for these dudes.”
“No, they’d cower and tremble if they actually met you, Rick,” I tease lightly. “You’re a true alpha male while I think a lot of these guys are incels, to be honest. They expect women to be subjugated and have completely been brainwashed by that “red pill” ideology.”