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)
Maniacal rage boiled inside me as she described being starved for days, the discipline she endured over the years…fuck. If I let myself think about it, there are going to be dead bodies piling up and that will only serve to keep me from her. I’ll find another way to deal with that situation. First, my focus is on my little sprite.
She looks at peace, at home, and utterly mine. The morning breeze is warming the room from the open sliding glass doorwall and our first day in our home together is about to begin.
Last night, after she rode my dick to another round of orgasms and I filled her with another life changing delivery of my cum, I carried her onto the deck, fingering her pussy, pushing my sticky, warm release back up inside her as it tried to leak out. I finger banged her to another orgasm under the stars as she screamed Daddy over and over, and I was in pure heaven.
Then, she played with the dogs like a little girl. Squealing and rolling on the floor as they tumbled and licked her. How she goes from my sweet, perfect sex doll to an innocent little girl has me tied up in knots. I never knew what I wanted before her, and now that I have it, I can’t fathom life without.
I can’t help but think, she never really got to be a child. Never got to be carefree and protected. And I intend to make up for everything she was denied.
I slip out of the bed, grabbing a pair of worn Levi’s as I head for the bedroom door. I need to check my email and get my plan together of what to do with her fucked-up father, or whatever he is.
She also needs clothes and all the other things a girl requires now that this is her home. I’m supposed to be at the station by one at the latest, so we will have to get in a short shopping spree before then.
I also don’t want to wait to introduce her to my parents and my world. I want her in every part of my life, immediately, so I make a note to call Margaret at The Over Easy and have a table reserved for an early lunch.
I’ll have to go to work for a while after, but my plan will be to have her spend some time with Mom and Dad, or maybe Summer for the afternoon. They seem about the same age, and for some odd reason, Kezia reminds me of Summer, and in my dream, I guess she will have a built-in best friend in her new life.
I make my way to the kitchen because coffee is mandatory. And I know she likes her coffee black and sweet and extra hot. As I set the coffee to brew, I fill two stainless bowls with dog food and Rosy and Eleanor follow me out onto the deck.
“Breakfast, girls.” I set them down and they gobble away as I walk over and open the gate to the stairs leading down, so after they finish they can have the run of the yard.
I wonder what Kezia’s favorite breakfast would be. I know she told me she’s allergic to eggs and chicken, and I don’t want her to even brush up against something that could make her sick or hurt her.
As the coffee maker hisses and brews, I throw out everything in the refrigerator with eggs or chicken, reading every label making sure it passes muster, then throw the full trash bag out into the garage.
I pour a full cup of black liquid crack, and take the first sip, all the dreams of what my life is going to be like now that I have Kezia in my world making my dick hard and my heart pump faster. I fill a mug for her, stirring in six spoons of sugar, and I can’t stop smiling.
I turn to walk back toward the bedroom, because being away from her, even for ten minutes, is too much. I haven’t even checked my email yet, but fuck it. Work can wait.
Being the sheriff has been my world and identity for too long but now I know what it’s like to have a real purpose. My little girl is my home, my heaven, my everything now, and work life is going to have to adjust.
When I step around the counter to head through the living room and down the hall, there she is. Spinning and singing, wearing my unbuttoned white shirt out on the deck.
The morning sun makes her skin look like creamy velvet as she dips and sways as though God dropped her right here from heaven for me.
The white tails of my shirt hang close to her knees. She looks like a little girl wearing her daddy’s shirt, and in essence that’s exactly what she’s doing. I step through the living room, watching, my dick already at full attention and leaking cum, ready to fill her tight little cunt with more juicy seed.