Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
"There's a right way to do this and a wrong way, baby girl. I'm going to show you the right way." He reached down and picked something else up from the bedside drawer, and I saw it was a bottle of something. "And by the way, I'm proud of you."
I narrowed my eyes. "Proud of me?"
"You called me Daddy, without any prompting."
I tried to remember, then shook my head. He just smiled.
"That's because it feels right, baby. You know this is who we are to each other. Now, bend over, take hold of your ass and spread yourself for me. This first time is going to feel a little strange, but you'll soon get used to it. More than used to it, you’re gonna learn to cum harder than ever I bet. I can’t wait to hear it. Feel it."
I did as he said, getting up on knees and elbows on the bed, and bending forward. I reached back and spread myself, then closed my eyes as I waited for what was to come. When the plug touched my ass, I bit back a moan. It felt cold and strange, but it slid deep inside me without any pain, and the weird pressure was exciting.
“Lots of lube until you’re trained, baby. I’ll never harm you.”
And when it was done, I sat up, and felt the way it sat inside me, pressing against my insides.
"I love you, Kat," he said suddenly, his jaw set and the backs of his fingers brushing under my chin.
I met his eyes, and I no longer wondered if I'd heard him correctly. Instead, threw myself into his lap. "I love you too."
Epilogue
“You sign right here, Mrs. McKenna.” The attorney hands me the thick black pen, pointing at the blank line on the last page of the tall stack of papers. “Once you sign, the deal is done and all the clubs will belong to the new owner.”
Jesse’s fingers rub in a slow circle between my shoulder blades, soothing me, as the air conditioning hums from the ceiling in the monstrous conference room at the top of the building belonging to Wilson, Barrington & Miller, Attorneys at Law.
“Ready for our new life, baby?” Jesse’s thick voice whispers against my ear. “It’s all up to you right now.”
The pen feels heavy as the tip connects to the paper and I loop-d-loop it around with my signature.
Katrina McKenna. God, it still feels so good to share his last name.
“Done.” Jesse plants a warm kiss on my forehead, then stands for a round of handshakes and rushed goodbyes, before pulling me by the hand and grabbing a package of paperwork from a clerk on our way out the door.
“You’re a millionaire, baby, how does it feel?”
I smile, because sure, it feels good, but what feels better is that we did this together. And we have plans on doing more things together, things for which we’ll need money.
Like a rehab clinic named after my brother. One that might help prevent someone else’s family being ripped apart by a drunk driver.
And birthing this baby that’s growing in my belly, making me have to pee every ten seconds.
Jesse hoists my rotund body into the passenger seat of the car. He bought it for my birthday last week, but he won’t let me drive.
Apparently, it’s too dangerous in my condition. Whatever. I know it will be there when my condition changes.
It’s a Dodge Charger. Yeah, it’s cliche and silly, but it was the car I thought was the pinnacle of cool back in high school and some things just stick with you.
As the engine roars under Jesse’s guidance, I already know where we are going. It’s been four hours since we left the house for our closing on the sale of all the clubs and I already know Jesse’s internal cock clock is overdue for its thrice daily Daddy time.
“You look tense, Daddy. Hard day at work?” I tease as he stomps on the gas, veering the car around a semi on the shoulder of the freeway, making me yelp and squeak in surprise. “In a hurry too, I see.”
“Keep it up, little girl, and you’re gonna see just how hard the day is going to get for you.”
“Yippee!” I bounce under my seatbelt, slapping my palms together, then wince as my boobs remind me that pregnancy has its downsides.
Jesse notices right away. He notices everything, which is equal parts incredible and amazing and annoying and frustrating.
“Now you see why I keep us on a schedule? Your little tender titties need some attention, don’t they, baby?”
I offer a reluctant nod as the warmth between my legs spreads, knowing what he has in mind.
When my milk started to come in at five months, Jesse was both turned on and worried, and he took me straight to the doctor without an appointment. The doctor, a female of course, assured him that although rare, it was possible for a woman’s milk to come in before giving birth.