Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
My girl owns the little stage in her sexy black dress and gorgeous brown curls. The V-cut of the fabric dips dangerously low, teasing me of what lies beneath. Tonight, I’ll fuck that cleavage as punishment for putting it on display for every man in this place. Then, I’ll paint it with my cum to remind her of who she belongs to. As though she senses my filthy thoughts, she seeks me out and smiles shyly at me.
Hollie slides another drink in front of me and winks. She’s been made bar manager and is pretty fucking good at it.
Lucca fucked off back to Boston to finish school, but I get the suspicion that’s not all he went back there to finish. He keeps in regular contact and that keeps my girl happy.
My eyes track back to her. I dip my head and flash her a wolfish grin.
She prattles on about the people on the roster while I take in the scene. The bar is crowded as fuck. It didn’t take long for Ren to do his social media Twitter shit and get Diamond in the Rough a cult following with his rave reviews. Not to mention, we’ve signed several people since Ritz Russo’s became Diamond in the Rough. That shit travels fast and now the talent list is months booked out.
“We love you, Sofina!” several girls squeal out at once. “Sing ‘Take Care of Me’!”
Our song.
The song she wrote about us.
“Pussy-whipped,” Blaine says with a laugh.
“Fuck off, man. You’re just jealous my dick is happy.”
Sofina laughs at the girls but gives them a nod. “One song.”
The crowd cheers and pride surges through me. With Bastian’s support, she recorded her first album, At First Sight, in only two months. She didn’t want to tour, but with Ren’s help, he was able to get her name trending on every social media site available. Sof’s already a household name and has her own little bar groupies who come to see her and get shit signed. It’s fucking cute to see her blush as she signs albums and posters. For someone who doesn’t tour, she has some of the highest album sales already at Harose Records. Ren’s trying to talk her into a small East Coast tour, but she’s reluctant. When it comes to her career, I let her make her own decisions.
But the moment she steps off that stage and into my arms, she follows my rules. My girl is compliant and eager to please. And I reward her like she’s never dreamed.
“This song is dedicated to my daddy,” she purrs, her face burning crimson.
“Oh, Jesus,” Blaine groans.
“Fuck off,” I grunt, my sole focus on her.
The bar comes along with her throaty music that makes my blood buzz in my veins. She’s fucking amazing. And I’m not blinded because I love her. It’s the goddamn truth. I hear all the words that are words she says to me when we’re alone.
Take care of me.
When the world is throwing rocks at me, shield me and protect me.
Hold me. Love me.
Please…just take care of me.
And I’ll take care of you, too.
She does take care of me. Where she needs encouragement and praise and motherfucking orgasms, I need her soft smiles, sweet words, and gentle touch. My girl gives it freely and I never take that gift for granted.
Like I told her once before, we’re not quite complete without the other.
But when we’re together, we’re fucking amazing.
As soon as she finishes, the crowd goes wild and then someone else starts singing.
“When’s the wedding?” Blaine teases.
I ignore him and stand as Sofina rushes over to me. She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me in that hot, passionate way that’ll get her fucked in the car before we ever make it home. Grabbing her ass, I pull her tight against me.
“You were great up there,” I praise. “Such a good, good girl.”
She pulls away to grin at me. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I take her left hand and pull it toward Blaine. “To answer your question, asshole, the wedding’s in October. Find a fuckin’ suit that isn’t blue.”
“No fucking way,” he utters in shock. “You possessive little shit.”
“Nah, man,” I say, turning my attention back to Sofina. “Not possessive. Just love.”
But it’s more than just love with her.
It’s just…everything.
The End