Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
More often than not we spent the evenings as soon as her homework and whatever work I’d brought home with me had been squared away fucking. All it took was her peeping around the door to my home office. Or passing by in some outrageous thing that she knew I’d never let her wear outside.
She had a freaky side to her a mile long. She loved having me chase her around the house and take her down wherever I caught her to ride her from behind. I also noticed she likes to piss me off just a little because she loves the hard fucks she usually gets for misbehaving.
Most of all, she was happy. Her laughter was back and I never tired of hearing it. I love seeing her this happy. The joy in her was like that of a child in Wonderland, but she derived her pleasure from having me between her thighs. Nothing childish about that.
Apart from the great sex, I found that she was a good conversationalist. She could hold a conversation on politics-world history-just about anything I was interested in she could hold her own.
Something else that made me fall even more deeply in love with her was that for one so beautiful she was lacking in all vanity. She didn’t seem to know how fucking gorgeous she was. I loved the way she clung to me like I was the prize. I knew the truth though, she was the real prize, and I’d spend everyday showing her.
My spoiling campaign had also started off on a good foot. Like all women, she loves jewelry so I got her- her first grown up jewelry. A necklace from Tiffany’s and a new datejust from Rolex. When she rode my cock with just the necklace and the watch on as a thank you, I figured I’d make that a regular thing too.
There was one little hiccup in our newfound bliss. I took her shopping and swore I’d sip on arsenic before that shit ever happened again. I got tired of the indecision and on her tenth run to the dressing room in the fiftieth store I took matters into my own hands and bought what the fuck I liked.
She’d grumbled a bit at that but in the end, who was she dressing to please? The fact that she was still in high school didn’t seem to make much of a difference; except for those odd times throughout the day when I’d miss her and want to go see her.
We’d stopped hiding from the staff. There was no point since her bed was never slept in and half her shit was now in my closet. No one said anything and life went on as usual. The gossip mill had done its job and every soul in a ten mile radius was now in my shit.
Our teams found out when I kissed her outside the car one day before sending her off to school. There were some shared looks, but no one dared take it beyond that.
Two weeks and the newness didn’t show any signs of waning. She was so full of surprises I got the feeling it was going to take me the rest of my life to learn all of her. My own sexual enigma.
She hadn’t bat a lash when it came time to tell her dad’s parents. They didn’t seem too put off by the idea but her grandfather raised a point that had gone over my head. With my family business and what she stood to inherit in the next few years, we’d be a force to reckon with in the business world.
I’d never given her inheritance much thought since I took care of all her needs. Now I had to give serious thought to the future and what it could mean for us. The problem? I want to be the one taking care of her. I decided to put the question to her at a later date. No sense rocking the boat now when things were going so well. I’ll wait for one of those times she pisses me off. That’s not exactly upfront and straight forward, but since she has me wrapped around her fucking fingers and toes, I figure I need all the advantages I can get.
The weekend was coming up and I was spending the time with her. The days in between were getting harder even though I saw her every night when I went home. I’d even started delegating more so I could get home not long after she did.
We’d settled into a routine. No matter how many plans we made and how we swore to each other that this time we’ll actually do whatever we had planned, we always ended up fucking. It got so she couldn’t come out the shower without me taking her down.