Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Tiffanie’s body rested boneless on the mattress, her energy completely erased from the massive explosion of bliss. Phineas kissed her inner thigh before standing and adjusting her to rest on the pillows. He tucked the covers around her shoulders and kissed her lightly, leaving her own flavor on her lips.
“Sleep well, Princess. Daddy’s here with you.”
“But I didn’t do anything for you,” she mumbled, trying to rally the energy to sit up.
“Daddy’s fine, Little girl. I’ll look forward to our combined pleasure when you’re ready for that. It’s time to snooze now.”
“Mm.” Tiffanie closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
Phineas stood at the foot of the bed, unable to tear himself away. Tiffanie was absolutely perfect. He shifted his heavy erection in his jeans. Damn, she was delectable. He could still smell her sweet juices on his skin.
Forcing himself to the bathroom, Phineas picked up the bathroom. He loved the look of her clothes mingling with his in the hamper. Why did this make their relationship seem more real? He shook his head. He didn’t require a visual to understand that she was his.
Stripping off his clothes, Phineas stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The ice-cold spray didn’t affect his erection. At all. Groaning, Phineas wrapped his hand around his cock. He pulled roughly down the length of his shaft over and over.
His head lolled back as he concentrated on bringing himself relief from the need he experienced when he spent time with Tiffanie. Touching her was both exciting and excruciating. Phineas would wait to make love to her until he was sure she had the energy to enjoy herself thoroughly. Until then, he could take care of himself.
Phineas imagined her smaller, delicate hand caressing him. A groan fell from his lips, and he quickened his movements. In his mind, they had an entire conversation:
Daddy? Am I doing this okay?
That feels amazing, Princess. Don’t stop.
He tightened his grip as the fantasy amped up the urgency of his strokes. Phineas could picture her sweet face concentrating on his pelvis. Her white teeth bit the side of her lush lower lip in an adorable display of concentration. When she peeked up at him, Phineas lost control.
He buried his head into his shoulder to muffle the sound as he emptied his seed onto the shower floor. The water swept his thick cum down the drain as he braced himself on the cool tile wall to recover. Damn, he couldn’t wait to make that come true.
When he’d recovered, Phineas soaped and rinsed his face and body. Instantly, he missed her scent. Tiffanie was so responsive, and he looked forward to pleasuring her again—especially if a release allowed her to sleep more soundly. He’d enjoy being her bedtime story.
Chuckling, Phineas shut off the water and toweled his skin dry. He remembered he’d smoothed lotion on his Little girl. He grabbed a tube of thick cream and set it on the vanity to jog his memory to check her skin in the morning. Tomorrow, he’d create a list of items to remember at different times so he could be ready to take care of her no matter when he had the pleasure of her company.
After extinguishing the bathroom light, Phineas switched on a night-light by the sink. He walked as silently as possible to the bed and slid under the covers, naked as usual. Second-guessing that decision, Phineas decided he’d wake her up if he jostled the bed too much. He shifted slowly onto his side, facing Tiffanie. For a few long minutes, he listened to her breathing, treasuring her presence in his bed.
He’d finally found her.
Please let her heal.
Chapter Twelve
The next afternoon, Tiffanie walked slowly up the stairs to the main house at Ferguson’s Folly. She glanced over her shoulder to smile and wave at Phineas. She missed him already.
Phineas had rearranged his schedule when she’d slept in that morning. She had more strength than she had in weeks. After she’d eaten a stack of blueberry pancakes with him, Phineas had driven her home. He’d sweet-talked Tiffanie into taking her medicine before helping her change into fresh clothes. Then, he’d delivered her to the manor for a planning session with Essie. He had a community meeting at the library this evening, so she wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.
“Now, that’s a sad thought that just went through your mind,” Sara, Essie’s housekeeper, commented from the doorway. “You’ve got color in your cheeks, Tiffanie. If Phineas is responsible for that, you should keep him around.”
“I do need to hold onto him, Sara. He’s incredible.”
“Maybe I need to hang out in the library,” Sara said with a twinkle in her eye. “Essie’s in her office. She’s laser-focused on the library event.”
“Perfect. Sara, could I have some iced tea or lemonade?”
“How about both mingled together? That’s a perfect combination.”