Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 44(@200wpm)___ 35(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 44(@200wpm)___ 35(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
“Don't be nervous, duchess,” Bennett says, putting his hand on the small of my back.
“I’m not,” I lie.
“Bull,” he says chuckling.
I love that he knows me so well.
"Alright, fine. I'm nervous as hell. Happy now?" I ask as we climb the steps.
"He's gonna love you," he says as he opens the front door. "Pop?" We stand in the open doorway, waiting.
"In the kitchen," a deep voice answers.
This house is amazing. The wall of windows opposite the front door give a magnificent view of the lake and Mount Love. It's breathtakingly beautiful. Bennett takes my hand and leads me through the quiet house. In the kitchen, I come face to face with what Bennett will surely look like when he's older. I stand back as they hug. Then the older man's eyes find mine and they separate. "Enough of this. Introduce me to your lady," he says.
"Pop, this is Sarah. My fiancée. Sarah, this is my dad, Baxter Bates." I stick my hand out for him to shake. He just stares at it before grinning and pulling me into his arms. The cologne he wears reminds me of my dad’s.
"Uh, it's so nice to meet you, Mr. Bates," I reply, any hint of my earlier nervousness gone.
"Baxter, please."
"Baxter," I repeat smiling after he lets me go. We chat for a bit while he chops some onions. The smell is making me nauseous, but I swallow it down. Throwing up in the kitchen of your future father in law would not be a good first impression.
"Can I get you a drink? Party should be starting soon."
"Some Sprite would be great," I say, thinking it will calm my stomach.
"No vodka?"
"No. I’m not old enough. Thank you, though. Can I help with anything?" I ask, trying to be helpful. He hands me a cold Sprite and I greedily drink it. It helps and I am grateful. I’ve been feeling nauseous on and off all week.
"Sure. You and Benny can take some more ice out to the deck and ice the beers down."
"Sure thing, Pop," Bennett says. I think it's adorable that his dad calls him Benny.
After we ice down the drinks, people start arriving. After meeting a bunch of people whose names I'll try my best to remember, Bennett takes me on a tour of the cabin that I can only describe as mountain chic. It’s like a log cabin mansion. I didn’t know that existed. I absolutely love it. Finally, we get to his childhood bedroom. There are still superhero posters on the walls. He's been out of the house, except summer and holidays since he was twelve. My man is a genius. He went to college at twelve. I barely graduated high school, math just about killed me.
"Do you stay here often," I ask walking around the room looking at his various science trophies and awards.
"Not in here. If I drink too much on poker night or something, I sleep on the couch."
"Hmm…" I move closer to him and place my lips on his neck. The queen-sized bed looks inviting and there’s not a speck of dust in the room. There is the unmistakable scent of Tide and Downey lingering in the room.
"You need something, duchess?" he groans.
"You, I need you," I reply. The ache in my voices mirrors the ache is soaking wet pussy.
My panties are stuck to me and getting more uncomfortable by the second.
"You have no idea how much I need you every minute of every day." He pulls away from me and grabs my face. He pulls me back to him until his lips are devouring mine. Still holding my face, he attacks my neck, kissing and biting me until I am a mess. Reaching forward, I open his belt and his jeans. Reaching into his boxers, I pull his thick cock out and stroke him. He's already hard. Using his precum, I fist his cock. He lifts me up so that I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands under my ass.
"I can guess, Bennett. I can guess," I whisper as I pull my panties to the side and he guides himself into me. Instantly, I feel whole again. "Fuck." The curse leaves my mouth in a satisfied hiss as his abs hit my clit at just the right angle. He fucks up into me hard. When I pull his black Stetson off of his head and put it on my own, he falls back onto the bed. Using my knees, I ride him. God, we've gotten good at this.
"Come on my dick, duchess. Give me my sticky sweetness." I look down in shock as he puts two fingers into my already stuffed pussy. I make some kind of guttural animalistic sound as he pumps those fingers along with his cock.
"So full. 'S too much," I slur but my comment falls on deaf ears because he ignores me, thankfully. Just as suddenly as he did it, he pulls his fingers out and eats my cream. My pussy clenches as I tug on my nipples. Then he shoves them back inside me, still fucking me. He pumps them twice before pulling them out again, showing me my stickiness. "Taste yourself," he demands as he puts his wet fingers into my mouth. I moan as I taste myself. "Come so I can fill you with my seed. Make me a daddy,” he says, placing his big palm on my stomach. I feel my cheeks warm. I can't hold on as I come. I bounce up and down until I feel him come inside of me.