Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
He climbs over me and kisses a path from my pussy to my lips, not touching me with anything but his mouth. When he kisses my lips, we both moan. He claims my mouth with an intensity I have not seen in him before, devouring me. The sounds coming from him are possessive growls of dominance.
Finally he releases my lips and looks into my eyes. “Are you ready for my cock, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi. Please.”
He lowers over me, slides his hands up to meet mine, and grips my smaller fists in his. His chest grazes over my pierced nipples before he lets more of his weight settle over me. His cock lines up with my soaking entrance.
And then he thrusts into me all the way to the hilt. “Come, Clara,” he orders.
My body obeys him, instantly reaching orgasm. I cry out from the shock of my pussy milking his cock so quickly.
“Good girl.” He holds my gaze as he eases out and thrusts back in seemingly deeper. “Again, Clara. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock. Come,” he demands.
I scream as I follow his orders. How is he able to do that?
“Yes… Such a good girl.”
I can barely make out his words of praise because my ears are ringing and my orgasm is still pulsing through my body.
He pulls partway out, hovers a moment, and then growls loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His body convulses as he reaches his peak deep inside me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I love being able to witness him as he succumbs to his need.
My pleasure is short-lived, though. Within seconds of him emptying his cock into me, a much deeper intense need consumes me. My body stiffens, and then I writhe beneath him.
“Oh God,” I scream. “Papi!”
He holds me down and thrusts in and out of me, making the need get worse as his semen is pushed deeper and spread around my channel. It burns. It tingles. It feels like I’m going to split apart.
I’m pretty sure I keep screaming as I come again two or three more times. I can’t stop it. It seems like I might die from too many orgasms.
Finally he pulls out, sweeps me off the bed, and carries me through the house toward the kitchen.
I fight him, bucking and writhing. Am I having another orgasm?
Somehow he holds on to me while he fills the basin, and then he lowers me into the water. It’s cool. It didn’t have time to warm up, but I don’t care. I’m so hot I like the cool water against my skin.
I grab the edges of the basin, gritting my teeth and shaking violently while he washes my pussy and rinses it over and over. I remember to keep my legs wide. I wasn’t even able to close them while he was carrying me because he tucked a hand between my thighs.
It seems to take hours before my breathing slows and my vision clears. Papi keeps washing me. He even reaches up inside me over and over to scoop out his come. He holds the nozzle right at my entrance to rinse his essence down the drain.
When I’m marginally back to normal, I relax a bit too much and let my knees ease toward each other.
Papi quickly spreads them wide, and all the air leaves my lungs when he swats my pussy with his palm.
I gasp. “Sorry, Papi.”
He kisses my forehead. He’s not angry, he’s just asserting his authority. He said he would spank my pussy if I closed my legs, and he meant it.
I close my eyes and go limp while he dries me off, tucks the towel between my legs, and carries me back to the bedroom. I don’t have the energy to open my eyes as he puts a diaper on me and climbs up to join me on the bed.
He pulls the covers up to my waist, leaving my breasts exposed, and I finally peek up at him to find him smiling down at me while he trails a finger along the edges of my harness.
“You’re beautiful, Clara.”
“So are you, Papi,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I drift off into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty
Two weeks later…
Kalbrac
I have my headset on, and I’m speaking to an incoming transport vessel with ninety percent of my focus on the various monitors in front of me. There are several ships in the air, and I can’t take my eyes off them, but I’m also aware of my Little girl playing quietly on the floor next to me.
As soon as I end the call I’m on and I have a few minutes’ break, I turn my attention to my precious girl.
Less than a foot separates us because I have her leash tucked under my thigh. When I look down at her, I swell with pride. She’s focused on the electronic device I gave her. It’s filled with challenging games that keep her mind sharp and entertain her. She needs the mental stimulation. It makes up for the fact that she’s not working. I’m still considering ways I might be able to include her in my job, but for now, she’s happy and content, and that’s all that matters.