Page 53 of His Son's Wife
The pancake had banana slices for eyes and blueberries forming the largest smile ever seen on a pancake.
More berries on the side.
Kefir yoghurt.
Soft boiled egg.
One buttered slice of wholegrain toast.
Beetroot and apple juice.
A pot of tea.
The vitamins and supplements were already on the dining table.
“It’s kind of sad that I have to use my own arms to eat,” she said, lifting her knife and fork.
I put my cutlery down and took hers.
“You should eat your egg soldiers first,” I said, slicing a piece of pancake with fruit before folding it over.
“They’re not going anywhere.”
“Are you being rude again, Princess?” I murmured, raising the bite to those luscious plump lips.
They spread a little thin around my cock. Probably because of how thoroughly I’d stretched her jaw.
“It depends on whether my answer gets me a mega orgasm or not,” she said, swallowing her food before opening her mouth again like a baby bird—demanding and always hungry.
My eyes lingered on her damp lips.
“Let’s put it this way—your mid-morning snack won’t only be apple and grapes.”
“Bad Daddy,” she said, no admonishment in her voice whatsoever, as her hand moved over my trousers until she reached my cock.
She was a sassy princess this morning.
One that would be on her knees later.
Her fingers slid lower, cupping my balls before she began to massage them.
I fed her a little faster and considered how long food took to reach the digestive tract.
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I opted for a long walk around the garden to help with her digestion. She always went to her pond first. Inspected the fish, moved a few rocks around and stood back like a designer before moving them back again.
The pleasure she took from something so simple. Which was precisely why I’d bought her some frogs. Drew had deployed them earlier that morning but I couldn’t spot them anywhere.
I knew she’d found them when she gasped.
“It was true—build it and they shall come,” she exclaimed, tugging on my arm so violently I felt it in my joint.“Look. Look. Frogs.”
She pointed beneath the water feature.
Two frogs tucked away from the morning sun—or possibly from my overexcited Princess. She dropped my arm and ran around the pond before slowing to a crouch as she reached them.
My daughter-in-law and future wife.
