Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Threaten?” I ask in a dumbfounded voice. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs prettily.
“It’s simple. If you don’t give me what I want, then I’m going to tell everyone that you’re the mystery man with the double dick. You’ll be inundated with attention, Uncle Killian. You’ll be in all the local magazines, and hell, probably the national news too. After all, it’s unusual to meet someone with your particular genetic gifts.”
I stare at her as a harsh flush descends on my cheeks.
“You’re kidding.”
She shakes her head, unbothered.
“No, I’m not,” Leah replies in an airy tone. “Pop my cherries, Uncle Killian, otherwise everyone’s going to know your secret. Including all my friends from high school, my new friends at community college, and the ladies at the Junior League. Just wait until they hear the news. Your phone will be ringing off the hook. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Junior League women hunt you down and tie you to a tree before getting a good look at your equipment for themselves. You’re that popular, Uncle Killian.”
Heat is spreading through my chest now as a fire lights in my belly.
“You wouldn’t,” I rasp dangerously. “That’s blackmail, Leah.”
She merely smiles sunnily.
“Maybe,” the teen girl hums. “But I’m not above a little blackmail to get what I want. In fact, blackmail can feel good, wouldn’t you agree, Uncle Killian? Now pop my cherries … or else.”
A growl tears from my throat as my fingers itch. I want to close them about her narrow shoulders and shake her until her head bobbles back and forth like a rag doll. Better yet, I want to close them about Leah’s neck and cut off her oxygen until she descends into subspace, losing consciousness before I revive her again.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I say in a harsh, raspy tone. “This is for real, Leah. No fucking around.”
The girl has the temerity to shoot me an insouciant wink.
“Oh, this is definitely real, Uncle Killian. I’m counting on it.”
Then, the nasty acts begin because there’s no blackmailing Killian Jerome … and getting away with it.
9
Leah
Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? Yet I can’t help the shiver of excitement that goes down my spine as Killian circles the kitchen island, making his way towards me. He seems bigger than before, and broader too. His blue work shirt stretches across wide shoulders, and unconsciously, his tongue slips out from between his lips, already forked with arousal.
But it doesn’t scare me. Instead, I go hot seeing that appendage and look back into his eyes, my pupils already dilated with need.
“Yes, Uncle Killian,” I breathe. “I want it. Pop my cherries, and make me a woman.”
He lets out a feral snarl, and then suddenly, the huge man is on me. His head swoops down to claim my lips and I’m lifted into his strong arms.
“Don’t worry about that, baby,” he rasps harshly. “Because you’re getting it tonight.”
I don’t reply because this is what I’ve wanted for a while now. Maybe I didn’t have a conscious awareness of Killian as a virile alpha male before, but I certainly do now. I can smell his masculine scent, spicy and musky all at once, and my body responds reflexively. I go limp and soft against his hard frame, wetness pooling between my thighs as my hard nipples graze his chest.
“Yes,” I murmur, kissing him hungrily. “This is what I want. This is what I need.”
Then, before I realize it, I’m nude in his arms on the sofa. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised because what an alpha male wants is what he gets. But Killian works quickly, and I look down with dazed confusion at my clothes lying discarded on the floor. Is this really happening? I’m just about to say something when my eyes alight on his members, and suddenly all thought leaves my mind.
“Oh!” I gasp. “Wha… wha… what?”
Killian grins, those blue eyes flaring as his big hand grasps the shaft on the bottom, squeezing gently.
“Cat got your tongue, baby? Or are you just shocked to see my anatomy again?”
I swallow thickly, unable to tear my eyes from his double dick because it’s even better than I remember. He’s gripping his lower shaft in one big fist, and the ten inch member pulses angrily, the tip already glistening with seed. Meanwhile, his upper member strains towards me, the glans slick and shiny even as a pearl forms at the tip. My pussy moistens in answer and I mewl with need. Heck, it more than moistens. My cunt gushes with arousal and Killian groans when he sees the slick of nectar on my thighs.
“Fuck baby, you’re beautiful,” he rasps in a hoarse voice, those blue eyes going from my big breasts, over my narrow waist and to my glistening slit, before roaming back upwards. “You’re better than my wildest dreams.”