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)
“You haven’t told me your name,” I murmur. It’s hard to keep from squirming with him toying with my nipples.
“You’ll call me Papi, Baby girl.”
“Papi… Is that a nickname?”
“No. It’s what Little girls on Eleadia call their mates.”
“So it’s not your name?” My brows furrow.
“Nope. My name is Raevion.”
“Raevion…” I try it out. It’s unusual. I like it.
He pinches my nipples, drawing my full attention back to his touch. “Papi.” His voice is filled with warning.
For some reason, I can’t help myself. I decide to torment him. “What happens if I call you Raevion?”
He releases my nipples, drops his hands down alongside my head, and lowers his face until it’s a few inches from mine. “Sassy girl.”
I giggle. It bubbles out of me. I’m half in love with this man after knowing him fifteen minutes.
“Naughty Little girls who taunt their Papis get their bottoms spanked. Did you want me to flip you over and spank your naughty bottom before I suck on your pretty nipples?”
I gasp. My face heats. I think he’s serious, and for some reason, the thought of him spanking me makes me clench my thighs together. I think I might like it.
Is he kinky? I’ve never dated anyone who was into anything so kinky.
He draws in a slow deep breath, his nostrils flaring. I think he’s sniffing me. And then he groans. “Naughty Little girl…”
Can he smell my arousal? I start panting, my chest rising and falling.
He scoots down the mattress, his knees still straddling my legs. His hands come to the front of my tiny skirt. “I need to see the rest of you.”
Chapter Four
Sara
I need him to see the rest of me, too. I need a lot more than that. I need his mouth on me. I dated a guy once who sucked my tits, but I want more than that with Raevion. Papi. I want his mouth on my pussy.
He unbuttons my leather skirt, lowers the zipper, and then backs up farther to pull it over my hips and down my legs. Without looking, he tosses it aside and wastes no time removing my boots and socks before reaching for my panties.
Am I ready for this? My lips part. I can’t seem to get enough oxygen through my nose.
He moves slower, unwrapping me like I’m a gift. When he finally has my black lace panties off, he brings them to his face, presses them against his nose, and slowly inhales.
It’s so erotic and kinky I can’t breathe. He’s so open and bold about it. He takes his time, too, continuing to inhale my scent over and over until he finally lowers my panties to the bed next to him.
He drops his hands down at my sides again, straddling me on all fours. He’s panting. “You’re like a drug, Little one. I’ll never get enough of you. I need to taste you, every inch of you.”
It’s like he’s asking me permission, though I don’t get the impression he will be asking my permission for much of anything for the next few centuries. He exudes dominance. Underneath the barely contained control he’s trying to exercise is an extremely Dominant man who’s going to rock my world.
I’ve never been with a Dom before. Never even thought of it. I may be small, but I’m a powerhouse. I’ve never met a man who could possibly have dominated me. But this man can, and he will. And I’m going to embrace it.
“Please. I need your mouth on me.”
He gives me a small smile before lowering his lips to mine and kissing me slowly and chastely. Next, he trails kisses to my neck, across my shoulders, and lower to my breast. He stares at my nipple for a moment before blowing on it.
I arch my chest and moan at the unexpected sensation. My hands come to his biceps, so I can hold on for the ride.
The moment he flicks my nipple with his tongue, my eyes roll back. My legs are pressed together, but it’s not helping stave off my lust. I’m already so desperate for him that a knot has formed in my tummy. I need him inside me.
He said he wasn’t going to take his pants off. Fuck that.
I drop my hands to the front of his dress slacks and tackle the button, but he rises off my breast and gives me a stern look. “Barely holding on to control here, Little one. If I take my pants off, I will end up inside you.”
I release the button. “Why would you hold back? If it’s inevitable anyway, I want it now.”
He gives me a slow grin. “You’re sure?”
“Never been more certain of anything.” I can see the outline of his enormous erection inside his pants. It’s definitely huge. I find myself wanting to see it, touch it, taste it… I’ve given a few blowjobs before. None of them did anything for me. Every time, I felt like the guy was getting all the pleasure, and I was simply a vessel. I felt kind of dirty afterward.