Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
That makes the hostess jerk around to look at me with wide eyes. Yeah, take that, bitch, I smirk internally. You had no idea that this man and I are intimate, did you?
But she catches herself and manages a weak smile before turning to go.
“Well, enjoy your meal,” she says in a too-bright voice. “I’ll be back soon for your order.”
We watch as the blonde waitress practically runs away, the iron gate banging with her hasty departure. Then, Lionel seats himself, folding that massive form into a comically tiny chair.
“Do you think she’ll be back?” he asks in a low growl, fixing me with those blue eyes.
I giggle before rubbing my soft, poochy belly.
“I don’t know, Daddy, but my guess is no. I bet that she sends one of her male co-workers over for our order. You know, because pregnant women eat a lot.”
Lionel raises a black brow at me, an amused smile teasing the corner of his mobile lips.
“Are you pregnant, Lily? I thought we talked about this, and you said you weren’t ready to have children.”
I nod while giggling again.
“I’m not pregnant, Daddy, because I’m not ready. But I do want to get pregnant someday, and hopefully with your children. Just not today. Not now.”
A stain darkens on my stepfather’s high cheekbones as Lionel’s blue eyes bore into me, taking in my delicate features, long chestnut hair, and big breasts.
“You would look gorgeous with my baby growing inside your tummy, sweetheart,” he rasps, reaching over to caress my soft belly through my thin t-shirt, “but I agree. Now isn’t the time because I want you to live a little before you settle down. With me,” he says for emphasis, brooking no disagreement in his gaze. “Of course, you’ll be having my babies in the future.”
I reach forward to grasp his big, tanned hand in my small one while making eye contact.
“Of course, Daddy. I wouldn’t get pregnant with any man’s babies but yours because that would be a huge mistake. But you’re right. It’s a little early to be discussing a family, and I appreciate the opportunity to sow my wild oats beforehand. Is that what you call it for women?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “It sounds like something only men do.”
Lionel shakes his dark head, his blue eyes intense.
“No, women can sow their wild oats too. It’s not as apt when applied to women because the word ‘sowing’ implies the spreading of seed, and of course, women don’t have seed in that sense. But the meaning of the expression still applies. I want you to enjoy yourself, Lily, before settling down with me for good.”
A warm glow of happiness heats me up from the inside out and I squeeze Lionel’s big hand while looking into his eyes.
“Thank you, Daddy. I appreciate your generosity because giving me space will help me mature. And I don’t think it’ll take too long. I want to have your babies, Mr. Kenneally, and can’t wait.”
His blue eyes flash.
“How long are we talking? No pressure, princess, but again, you’d look beautiful swollen with my children.”
I cock my head to the side while giving him a pretty smile.
“I don’t know,” I murmur, glancing up at the handsome man through my lashes. I can see how intensely Lionel’s focused on me, with his jaw tight and blue eyes piercing. “But I love you, Daddy, and I want us to have a family together. Just not now. But in the future, definitely.”
He nods once, his jaw tight.
“Let’s not make it too long, princess. Daddy can’t wait forever.”
“Oh, I would never make you wait forever, Mr. Kenneally. That’s not my plan at all. I just want to spread my wings before settling down and bearing your children.”
Lionel literally starts growling a bit, his hand squeezing mine as he takes in my big breasts, creamy skin, and innocent eyes.
“Once I get you pregnant, baby, there’ll be no stopping that train. You’ll be pregnant continuously until we have a houseful of rugrats. Prepare yourself, baby girl, because I’ll be breeding you non-stop.”
I can’t help but giggle, even as a thrill runs through me.
“Then tell me, kind sir. How many children are you thinking?” I ask in a teasing tone.
Lionel shoots me a long look, his gaze at once amused yet totally serious.
“As many as you can handle, princess. You’re young, aren’t you? I’d count on at least two decades of continuous pregnancies.”
I gasp, blinking as my mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out.
“Cat got your tongue?” my lover drawls, his expression amused. “Was that a surprise to you?”
I stammer a bit, my cheeks flushing pink.
“But I’m only eighteen.”
Lionel nods, his blue gaze casual yet intense at once.
“Exactly, princess. You’re eighteen, which makes you perfect for two decades of childbearing. That would work out to ten children. Or maybe eleven. A kid every other year sounds about right to me.”