Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I wasn’t getting much work done, earning me repeated lectures from my assistants. Last week, I finally set them down and told them they needed to come up with a game plan to lighten my load considerably. I wanted to maximize with my family while still overseeing my projects. I intended to promote both of my assistants—who had proven themselves more than capable—and rely on them for the day-to-day while I dealt with the big picture.
Samantha’s head dropped back as she laughed, and her curtain of long, silky blond hair swayed. My fingers itched to run through the strands, to hold them away from her face while she sucked my cock, and to clench her hair in my fists while I fucked her from behind.
Her tits jiggled with her amusement, and the infant became very interested, gazing at the big, round globes hungrily. I can relate, dude. I imagined what she’d look like with those tits swollen from her pregnancy, her dripping nipple in our baby’s mouth as they fed, while I held them both in my arms.
I groaned in frustration as I pushed the mental pictures away. The wait was agony, and I didn’t know how I would deal with the next several months. I didn’t bother glancing at the calendar to see how long it was since the countdown was carved into my brain.
Blair walked into the room and over to my girl. Samantha reluctantly handed the baby over to her mother, who gave her a hug and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder when she clocked her daughter’s disappointed expression.
Gossip had never interested me in the past, but since I met my baby doll, I’d had my ear to the ground in order to learn as much about her as possible. The private investigator I’d hired had made up a decently thorough dossier, though he could only get so far considering that Justice had security on his kids whenever they left the house—whether they knew it or not. And infiltrating through technology wasn’t an option since he had the best cyber security specialist in the world protecting them.
While the report told me that Samantha was a straight-A student, loved iced tea, was a world-class violinist, and was allergic to bananas, it really wasn’t where I’d learn the smaller, more private details. I followed her closely on all of her social media, had news alerts set up for her, and anything else I could reasonably do to keep tabs on her. And by reasonably, I meant anything that wouldn’t trigger Jonah’s security measures.
However, it was Charlie and Rhett who ended up being the most useful. I used my lunches with them to subtly guide the conversation where I wanted it to go. Luckily, Charlie was too googly-eyed over my brother to notice.
Apparently, Justice had fallen for Blair when she was only sixteen—thank fuck I didn’t have two whole years to wait—and discovered that she loved babies. So he’d opened a day care in the K-Corp building in order to keep her close and watch over her when she wasn’t in school. When he found out that her deepest desire was to be a mom and a wife, he did everything in his power to make that happen. Considering they had nine children, I didn’t think it was a stretch to say that he’d succeeded.
It turned out that Samantha’s looks weren’t the only thing she had in common with her mother. She adored children and wanted a houseful. While she wouldn’t mind going to school—and she was being actively pursued by colleges like The Juilliard School—she really just wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps.
Her desires went seamlessly with mine, and I intended to give her everything she wanted as soon as possible. She was spending the day with her family on her birthday, but that was the last time I would be without her. In the morning, I would take her home and spread her out on our bed with her legs open wide, welcoming me inside her. I planned to stay there, rutting between her creamy thighs until she made me a daddy.
* * *
“That’s it, baby doll. Tilt your pussy. Open up so I can fill you with my seed.”
Samantha moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tits closer to my mouth. Pushing her legs back and widening them just a little more, I bent and sucked one of her fat nipples in my mouth while my hips slammed in and out of her at a steady rhythm.
I let the bud go with a pop and gave the other the same treatment, being sure to drag my beard over her soft skin to leave a small red mark of possession behind. Her pussy walls were fluttering, and I knew she was close. Releasing her other peak, I looked into her clear, blue eyes and grunted, “Is that what you want, baby doll? To be stuffed full of my come until you’re bred?”