Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Can I take another horsey ride on you, Daddy?” I bite into my bottom lip, rocking my hips just a bit, slowly, as I see the vein in his forehead stand out.
“What do you say?” He reaches for my hips, easing them forward and back, his fingers digging in.
“Please, Daddy…”
“Good girl. Take your time, Daddy likes to watch.”
Chapter 11
Merrick
The clock on my nightstand flips to nine am, and I’ve been staring at my precious sleeping beauty now for three hours.
I tuck a strand of her sex-crazy hair behind her delicate ear. I’m not the man I was yesterday when I walked onto the fair grounds and saw her for the first time. Now, her ivory skin has a few red—turning purple—marks, from my teeth and where I held her so tight while we fucked.
There’s still a raw fury in my gut, thinking of how I found her last night in that fucking box. She’s not going back there. Seeing her walk through the door to my house yesterday, I knew I would never let her leave.
She turned a house into a home in the blink of an eye. Just after she crested the threshold, visions of her, dancing, with a baby in her arms, swept through me like a tidal wave.
Now, she’s twisted in the white sheets, her hands snuggled against her chest as the filtered light though the trees streams into the room, glancing off her bare breasts and down her slender legs. Her ribs and hipbones protrude more than is healthy and from some of what she told me last night, it’s by design.
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.