Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Wordlessly, I pull her little panties aside and press my fingers into her dripping cunt, her breath turning to a gasp as I lift her up. She leans forward, taking my lips with hers as her ass slides onto the countertop, her legs spreading wide, arms snaking around my neck.
“What’d you want my help with, Davis?” She grins and mewls, arching her head back, exposing her throat. I dot kisses along it and dig my teeth into the soft flesh, hearing her moan as her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“It must be a few hours since the last time you came on my hand.”
She nods. “Uh huh, you forgetting what it tastes like?”
I draw a deep breath, smelling her scent on the air, and shake my head, leaning in and taking her earlobe into my mouth. “Never. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want another hit.”
My fingers move inside her, forward, back, forward, back, making her breath come in shudders and starts as she matches the rhythm of her breathing to the movement of my hand. She’s noisy, but I don’t care. This is my house, and if she wants to scream for the whole damn mountain to hear I’ll be so proud.
“I love you,” she says. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever know. If I live to a hundred, it won’t be enough time to show you how much you mean to me. Now be a good little girl and cum on my hand. I want to taste that fucking nectar you produce.”
She rocks back and forth, which is about all she can do sat where she is, but I don’t care. I speed my fingers, hooking them inside her to hit her G-spot, smiling at the memory of the first time I told her what it was. She cries out, shoving her face into my shoulder to keep the noise from disturbing my brother and his guest.
But there’s no sound from the living room, and I guess they’re busy discussing the movie or who would win a game of chess between Galadriel and Gandalf or something.
“You’re close, baby, I can feel it.” I encourage her, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I stroke deep inside her. “Let it go. Come for me. Make Daddy proud.”
That word is still new, but I like it. I like that she chose it for me and I like the idea of taking care of her. Of taking care of all my precious ones.
“Daddy…” she whispers, then I feel her tense up and release.
She soaks my hand, letting it all go as she mumbles relieved sounds into my shoulder, her body quivering until I pull my fingers out. Then I bring my hand to my face, and while she watches I lick each finger clean.
“Fucking delicious,” I tell her. “If I could survive on nothing but this I’d be a happy man.”
She giggles, then pulls my hand to herself and licks away some of her release, moaning before I lean her into me and steal a long, satisfying kiss.
“We should get back,” she says, nodding toward the living room.
I nod. “Let’s see what happens in the rest of the film, shall we?”
She giggles as I lift her down from the counter, then I take her arm with mine and lead her through.
When we round the corner, about to step into the living room, both of us freeze.
There, on the couch, Paul and my brother are in each other’s arms on the sofa. And the way they’re breathing, I’m guessing this particular physio session isn’t exactly by the books.
Marin turns to me and grins, then we both back away.
“Now I’ll never find out what happens at the end of that dang film,” she whispers with mock annoyance.
“Are you kidding? Baby, Stevie will watch that with you all day every day if we let him. I think we can give them this one.”
“And us? What are we going to do for the rest of the evening, huh?”
I grin, sweeping her up into my arms as I turn toward the stairs. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time, Little Red.”
chapter fifteen
Marin
10 Years Later
Applause joins the soft background sound of the nature. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much as I watch Janie bring the cake. Janie, Stevie, my grandpa, Margaret and little Steven are all gathered around the table.
Davis wraps his arms around me from behind and I lean into his strong body. I look around me. We’re exactly where everything started ten years ago. In the cabin. Only this time, we’re surrounded with love and joy.
“Make a wish, Mommy!” Margaret, my gorgeous daughter, interrupts my thoughts.
I nod. “I wish to spend the rest of my life in your arms,” I whisper, only for Davis to hear.