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)
I giggle.
“Daddy, I’ve only ever been with you, so every part of me is reserved for you.”
A harsh flush darkens his cheekbones because Rick loves knowing that I’m his little girl, and only his.
“That’s right, but I have a special taboo kiss for you that only Daddies do with their little girls.” Then, with a swift motion, he seats me on the counter and spreads my legs, staring at my wet pink pussy.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, unable to tear those eyes away as he runs his fingers through my glistening folds. “Fuck, I have to kiss it.”
Then, my daddy gives me the special taboo kiss. He places his lips against my clit and kisses the hard nub tenderly before suckling it, and then alternately licking and sucking my sweetest spot.
“Ooooh!” I wail, my head back as hot shivers of delight pulse through my cunt, hot cream gushing from my hole. “Oh my god!”
Rick looks up at me, his cheeks and chin already wet with female arousal.
“That a girl,” he croons. “I knew you’d love Daddy’s special taboo kiss.” Then, he trails his tongue down my slit to my tiny puckered asshole, and licks the tender pleats there.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “Daddddy!”
Rick merely grins at me again before skimming his tongue along that dark knot.
“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “Daddy’s taboo kisses are all for you because you’re mine now, sweetheart. You belong to me, and no man will ever touch this sweet pussy and asshole but me.”
Then, our lovemaking ascends to new heights because I’ve never felt so claimed before. I’ve never been with a man, period, but somehow, I know that this isn’t how most hook-ups play out. Most men are non-committal and looking for something casual, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear to get you into bed. But Rick Purdy’s nothing like that because the billionaire wants me. Craves me, even. He’s already claimed my innocence, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s out to claim my everything … with his sweet, taboo kisses.
9
Rick
“Fuck,” I curse into my beer. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Who are you talking to?” my buddy Hank asks while taking a seat next to me at the bar. “You look like a fucking lunatic. Should I get you some Prozac? Lexapro? Or maybe some Ozempic. That stuff seems to cure anything these days,” he says in a dry tone.
I shake my head because Hank is actually Dr. Henry Luke, plastic surgeon. I expect he sees a lot of fucked up shit at his office, including scarecrows who want to lose even more weight through this “miracle drug.” But I shake my head.
“Naw, I’m just talking to myself. Hell, maybe I have gone insane,” I grimace.
“Then you don’t need a beer, you need antipsychotics,” Hank smirks. “Let me know if you want a scrip. I got you, bud.”
I snort because this dude and I have been friends for years. Decades, even, but he’s still the same asshole I met in college. Hank is handsome and domineering, with a fucked-up sense of humor. It’s even worse now because the dude’s an M.D. and has access to some real hard-core shit that can make you think you’re floating in space, or numb you to the point where you could amputate a limb and never feel a thing. It’s fucking unreal.
But today, I’m consumed with my own problems and stare moodily into my drink as Hank motions to the bartender.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” he orders. “Thanks, bud. So what’s up?” he asks, clapping me on the shoulder again. “Why the need for Dr. Hank this evening? Spill it,” he smirks. “I’m here to solve your problems.”
“I don’t think you can solve this one,” I rasp moodily.
Hank grins.
“You never know. Shoot.”
I stare at my beer again but then begin talking.
“So I’m fucking my ward. Yeah, I have a teenage girl staying at my house, and I’m fucking her.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Hank says, holding both hands up, palms out. “Slow down. Where the fuck did she come from? How the hell did you get a woman under your roof?”
I shrug uncomfortably, a harsh stain darkening my cheeks.
“It’s a long story but basically, her mom was my personal secretary. Sally passed, and asked me to look out for her daughter. It’s not a formal legal arrangement or anything like that because Jenna’s already eighteen. But yeah, she’s living with me while she finishes high school, and I’ve been fucking that tight, teenage body every night.”
Hank stares at me, silent for a moment, but then begins laughing. He lets out giant whoops of mirth, practically crying as he doubles over the bar.
“Are you for real? So you’re fucking a hot teenage girl, and you’re complaining about it? What the fuck is wrong with you, my man? Most guys would give their right arms to be you.”