Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Look at Papi, Sara,” I command.
She finally brings her gaze to mine. She’s panting. Her eyes are watery. Her dark makeup is somehow still in place, though.
I hold her down as I stroke her hips with my thumbs. “Breathe, Baby girl. Deep inhale.”
She shakes her head defiantly.
“Sara, I need you to obey Papi.” I want to sound firm but caring at the same time. She needs to know that she will obey my commands, but I don’t want to freak her out. “Deep inhale, Little one.”
Finally she draws in a ragged breath.
“Good girl. Again. Let it out and inhale again.”
As she obeys me, her pussy relaxes slightly. She’s still gripping me like a vice, but her walls are accepting my girth and length. Her bottom lip trembles. “You’re too big, Papi,” she whimpers.
“Nope. I’m just right. Let your body adjust, Little one. I promise in a minute it’s going to feel like heaven.” Every bit of literature I’ve read has told me this fact. Sara won’t be any different. Her pussy is not accustomed to someone of my girth, but her body will accommodate me and the bite of pain she’s feeling will subside.
She pouts. Her knees shake. Goosebumps rise all over her skin.
When I think she’s ready to be reminded of my thick length, I flex my cock inside her.
She flinches, but her eyes go wide. “How’d you do that?”
I shrug. “I’m talented with my cock. Is the pain subsiding, Little one?”
She squirms, wiggling around on me as if to check the validity of my suggestion. “I think so.”
“When you’re ready, lift up a few inches and lower back down, Sara.”
She shakes her pretty head defiantly. “Not ready.”
“Okay, my Little songbird. Take your time.” She might kill me, but it will be worth it.
She smiles slowly. “Songbird?”
“Yep. Do you like it?”
“Maybe…”
“It fits you. You’re like a tiny bird, and the music that comes out of your mouth is heavenly. I think you’re my songbird.” I can’t believe the amount of conversation I’m capable of while I’m fully impaled inside my precious Little girl. I need her to move more than I need my next breath, but I won’t rush her.
Suddenly she gasps and her eyes go wide. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
I ease my hands up to her waist, confident she won’t rise off me and run from the room. I’m still holding her down with steady pressure. “Eleadians don’t carry any of the diseases humans have on Earth, Little one.”
She frowns. “You’re a virgin. You couldn’t have a disease anyway, and I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m talking about pregnancy.”
I lick my lips. “You can’t get pregnant from me, Baby girl,” I tell her gently. “We aren’t compatible enough for procreation.”
“Oh.” Her body relaxes. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Our scientists have studied it extensively.” I rub her hips with my fingers, uncertain how she might feel about this fact. I see the relief in her eyes that she can’t get pregnant this moment, but I’m waiting for her to process the fact that she won’t ever get pregnant.
She swallows. “Okay. Good… good.”
“Yeah? You’re okay?”
She draws in a deep breath. “I never really wanted to have kids.”
I search her face. She’s telling me the truth. We have a million hurdles in front of us. We can only jump over them one at a time. I feel like we’ve covered a damn lot of ground in a short amount of time. I slide my hands up to her breasts and rub her nipples. “Ride me, Baby girl.”
She arches into my touch, covers my huge hands with her small ones, and uses mine as leverage as she lifts a few inches into the air. When she slides back down, I moan long and deep. Best feeling in the universe.
My girl moans, too. Her mouth falls open, and she lifts her body again, farther this time, before thrusting back down on my cock.
Fuck me. I’ve died. This is heaven. I don’t need anything else from my life but this—my Little girl, her sweet smiles, her sexy body, her submission, and holy fuck but her tight pussy.
Sara releases my hands and leans forward to set her palms on my chest again. She uses the leverage to pick up the pace, lifting and lowering faster. The friction is almost more than I can bear. I need to come so badly.
I want her to come again first, so I reach my hand between us, find her clit, and rub it.
My songbird sings, the tone of her voice musical as she reaches nirvana. I can’t possibly hold back another second when she comes because her pussy is pulsing hard around my cock. Seconds behind her, I find my own release, filling her womb with my seed.
Chapter Six
Raevion
It’s not until I draw in a deep breath that I remember the effect my semen is going to have on her.