Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
His release lands on my face, and in my mouth, and I take it all.
“So fucking pretty with Daddy’s gift all over your face,” he groans as I lap up everywhere my tongue can reach, swallowing it down. “Say thank you.”
I open my eyes to see Roman’s satisfied smirk through strings of cum sticking to my lashes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He runs the pads of his fingers down my face, scooping up his warm release and feeding it to me. I take it willingly and joyfully. I want his dick inside me, but I’ll take this for now.
“Good girl.”
2
Emily
I’m still cum splattered and panting when Roman reaches for his phone.
“Everything okay?” I ask as his abs flex, and he reaches around me, pulling his phone back and tapping the screen.
In most other circumstances, I would think it’s a pretty big dick move to grab your phone with your girl still on her knees, covered in your cum… In this case, I know he’s anxious because his mom, my Aunt Leah, has been on an experimental treatment that supposedly might regenerate some of the nerves and repair some of the damage in her legs. But it’s been causing some crazy side effects, and I know Roman has been super worried, as he should be.
Leah and May were in the car when some drug-addled driver hit them and killed their parents. My mom, May, ended up with scars that I’ve only rarely seen, but Aunt Leah’s legs were crushed, and she’s been in a battle of pain and function ever since.
Roman taps and scrolls for a few seconds, the worry easing from the corners of his eyes. Then he tosses his phone back into the front seat, refocusing on my face with that dark, sexy smile as I sit there covered in his release like a perfect cherub cowgirl offering for her Daddy.
“If I had my way, I’d leave this on you all day, but I’m not sure my brother and sister will appreciate you wearing this kind of new face cream.” He reaches around into his back pocket, pulls out a faded blue bandana, and wipes down my face with the gentleness and focus of a father. As he does, I notice something has shifted in his eyes.
Sure, he’s got that post-nut blush on his cheeks, but this is different. I know him better than I know myself, and I know something is going on.
Something has changed. “What’s going on? Something with Aunt Leah?”
His Adam’s Apple slides up and down. The indents between his abdominal muscles deepen as he tenses.
He shakes his head. “That wasn’t her. It was Casey.”
He stops, and it’s like all the air in the truck disappears. His hands come to cover the sides of my head, engulfing me when he lowers his face, the tip of his nose touching mine. I smell the hint of those Starlight peppermints he loves so much before he says, “I’m gonna marry you, Emily.”
I laugh. “I know that already. I’ve known it since I was fourteen, and you kissed me for the first time. Earlier, probably—”
“Very soon, lil Kicker.” There’s a new excitement and urgency in his voice that makes my skin prickle as I shift on my heels and reach for my jeans. “I’m gonna marry you, and I’m gonna make you so goddamn happy.”
Roman is a few months older than me, but I knew he hadn’t kissed another girl before that birthday kiss. It was perfection. Red solo cups, an open tailgate, fall leaves falling, and a plaid blanket.
I discovered love that day. Well, I loved him before that, but that kiss… It was like ten new shades of red were created inside me, and I was never the same girl again.
I circle his wrist with my fingers, pulling his hand to my freshly cleaned cheek and pressing it there. “You already do.”
“Happier then.” He snaps his tongue along the top of his perfect teeth, his lips pulling back in something close to a cowboy’s smile. “I gotta get a couple ducks into the row, then we’re gonna do it, tell the family, and start our lives, baby. Or start our lives, then tell the family.”
“How about you knock me up, then marry me?” I try.
Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You know the rules, baby girl. Soon as we’re official, I’ll get a baby in that belly the same night.”
We work our clothes back on with grunts and kicks and laughter in the confined space of the back seat, and as he’s snapping up his shirt, and I’m working on my bra, he puts that incredible cock back in the corral, and I’m overcome with desire again. I take one last shot with my jeans hanging on one ankle. Leaning back against the door, I fix one heel on the seat and the other on the floor, and let my knees fall wide.