로그인Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."
더 보기That didn’t make his family’s struggle any easier though, and I got that.Knowing Julian was with me, a twenty-one-year-old girl from the dregs of Worcester, would be a very hard thing to witness in person. It’s one thing knowing it from the sidelines, but another thing entirely seeing it in the flesh.It was almost midnight when the cake finished baking in the oven, and Julian helped me ice it, sticking one solitary candle in the top and lighting it up at the exact moment that the clock struck twelve.I pushed my glasses up my nose, eyes on him as I blew the candle out, and then the emotion came over me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight before he’d even put the cake back down on the side. I still struggled to believe sometimes that this man, this saviour was mine, and I was going to be his wife.Crenham felt like a million miles away, and had done from the moment we left it behind. The only stairs I climbed to my saviour now were our own, carpeted to perfection.J
Epilogue TWO YEARS LATER ROSIE WHO’D have ever thought i’d be in an upmarket suburb in oxford on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, welcoming in my special day with a fifty-year-old man brandishing a whisk as a sex toy. “Come on,” Julian said, with a smirk. “Call it a birthday present. An early one.” The whisk he was holding was new, and bigger. He tapped it against his palm to make it rattle, and my pussy tightened at the thought. “I’m not using that for the main cake, Julian!” I told him. “No way!” “You’re not making your own main cake, Rosie. You’re making a little prebirthday dessert for just the two of us. Let’s ice it with something sweet, shall we? Something really sweet.” As if I could ever resist him… His eyes were full of filth, and mischief, and I couldn’t help myself. I never could. I shunted my mid flow cake making efforts to the side and hitched myself up on the worktop. The marble worktop. It was cold on my ass when Julian pulled my panties down and o
Just because girls are young doesn’t mean they are innocent. Some are. Some aren’t. I wasn’t.” I paused. “So, maybe you should speak to some of the girls who Julian preyed on and find out how they really feel about the whole thing? I think you might be surprised by their answers.” He didn’t speak. I didn’t move. “Has Grace spoken to any of them?” I asked. “No, she hasn’t. She doesn’t want to dig the disgusting pit any deeper than has already been dug.” “So, you don’t know, do you? Not for sure.” “We don’t NEED to!” “Please, just talk to them,” I continued. “Some of them. Maisie was the first girl he was with. She was messaging him for three months solid behind Grace’s back, begging him to see her when Grace wasn’t around. Then it was Serena from gym class. She used to make sure he could see exactly the right parts of her in her leotard.” “Stop,” Michael said, but I couldn’t. “I know it was Madeline that called him out in the end. She did that because he told her he wa
ROSIEI thought i’d be waiting a lot longer, sitting on the stairs, just out of view of the corridor. I didn’t want to be with Mum and Tom, I wanted to be here, ready for whatever was coming.What ended up coming was Julian’s brother, fighting back sobs with his hand clutching the banister as he stumbled down towards me.He didn’t see me at first, but when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. I looked up at the tower of him, rising to my feet.“You’re leaving already?” I asked, stating the obvious.“Yes, I am. If you have any sense, you’ll stay the fuck away from him. My brother is a very sick man. I’m sorry for what he did to you.”He carried on walking, but I put a hand on his shoulder as he tried to pass me by.“Please, give me a second. Julian didn’t do anything to me, I swear, other than love me.”Michael’s eyes were like my boyfriend’s. Beautiful in stunning green. He had the same arch of his brows. The same salt and pepper in his hair.“Is that what he tells you? He’s fucked
Almost all of my life I’d been a shrinking violet, too scared of pushing boundaries to get what I wanted, but another look into Julian’s gorgeous green eyes that morning had me desperate. For once I needed to pluck up the courage to be daring. To be risqué. To be… sexy.I’d heard about it a thousan
That I wanted him. I wanted to be the girl in those photos. I wanted to use the things in his drawer.I heard the tap come on in the kitchen and cursed under my breath. I wished I was more confident. Maybe then, I could stride in there and grab hold of him and show him I was a woman, not just a vir
ROSIEI’d been sending messages whenever I could through my shift and tried to call Mum on my break, but my call went to voicemail and my messages showed as unread.I raced back home as soon as I could, praying I’d intercept her, but it was too late. Our apartment door was unlocked, and Mum was alr
ROSIEI always took as many pizza shifts as I could around college, feeling way more secure when a semi-decent amount of cash landed in my account at the end of every month, but when I woke up that morning – sorry, afternoon – cozy in Julian’s new bedding, I didn’t want to leave.I was still in my
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