Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
But Gray doesn’t need to know that detail quite yet. As a result, I merely stopped the conversation by pulling him close once again, and our interactions devolved into another hot and heavy session which ended in a particularly large load of Gray’s come in my pussy.
I smile at the memory. Goodness, I was trickling his seed all day, and when I made a video that afternoon, I showed my audience the saucy cream pie that was leaking from my pussy. My customers aren’t at all territorial when it comes to this kind of thing. Instead of being disgusted or repulsed, the tips started coming in like a storm, and I hit a new record for revenue yesterday. It’s all thanks to the man of the house, although of course, he doesn’t know.
But tonight, we’re going out to dinner and I’m excited. We’ve gotten food together before, but for some reason, this evening feels different. I feel like I’m on a date, and get ready with special care, squeezing myself into a tight denim mini-skirt and pretty purple top. The outfit is complemented by saucy purple heels, and I study myself in the mirror. Just a bit of lip gloss finishes the look, and I giggle again before turning away and grabbing my purse. Gray’s going to get an eyeful tonight, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up leaving the food hall without eating anything.
Sure enough, he whistles as I prance down the stairs. Those blue eyes skim my every curve and I feel warm as he looks me up and down with appreciation.
“Goddamn, Vanessa, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. “I have half a mind to stay home.”
“No, no!” I mock scold, waving a finger at him. “We’re going to Armadillo Willy’s because you promised me some authentic barbecue and I’m holding you to your promise!”
With a low chuckle, Gray escorts me to his truck, and within fifteen minutes we’re seated in a booth at the restaurant. A jukebox plays twangy country tunes in the corner, and I suppose I like the rustic western décor. It’s a bit cheesy with the wooden wheel for a chandelier and the servers dressed up at cowboys, but I suppose it’s all part of the ambience.
“A half pound of brisket, a half pound of ribs, and two sides – collard greens and corn bread,” I say to the waitress with a smile. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing, honey,” the middle-aged woman drawls. “Anything to drink for you folks?”
“I’ll have a lemonade,” I chirp.
“Just a bud for me,” Gray growls, unable to tear his eyes from my sweet smile. “Thanks much.”
Then, the waitress departs and we’re left alone. I sigh happily.
“It’s so nice to be here, don’t you think?” I murmur while fluttering my lashes. The older man nods, looking entranced.
“Hell yeah, baby. I love being with you, and this is part of it.”
“You mean, you don’t just like me for my body?” I ask in a naughty murmur. “Why Mr. Thomas, you had me fooled.”
He chuckles, but his expression is serious as he takes my hand.
“No, I mean it, baby girl. I love being with you. I love being around you, talking with you, eating with you, and spending time together. But –”
“But what?” I ask, sensing his hesitation.
Gray’s eyes darken so that they’re almost black.
“But we haven’t been using protection,” he says in a low voice. “Not once these last few weeks, and you know that I’m coming in you two or three times a night, if not more.”
I nod, squeezing his hand.
“And I love it, Daddy. I love leaking your fluids from my pussy all day. I love feeling a trickle run down my leg, and feeling all squishy inside because it’s your semen sloshing about. You know, sometimes it’ll be hours after we’ve had sex, but your seed will gush out of me out of nowhere like a warm reminder of what happened … and what’s coming later.”
Gray nods, harsh streaks on his cheekbones.
“Yes, but baby, we should use something,” he manages in a choked voice. “You’re young, and you know what’s going to happen. Hell, what might have already happened.”
“I know,” I say in a quiet voice. “And I’m okay with it. I love having you in me raw, Daddy, and I don’t want it any other way. Not now, and not ever.”
Gray draws back, looking conflicted. He’s so handsome that my heart leaps into my throat, taking in his dark hair, bronzed features, and broad shoulders. But those blue eyes are shuttered and he opens his mouth to speak again when fortunately, the waitress returns with our order.
“Half pound brisket, half pound ribs, collard greens and a cornbread,” she says, depositing the food on the rugged wooden table between us. “I’ll be back with your drinks in just a sec.”
The meal looks delicious and I practically clap my hands with delight, happy that the conversation’s been interrupted.