Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Is it fair? It doesn’t matter. It’s the way of my people. If I have to use my quill to help my Little girl see reason, I will.
After another swipe of my tongue along her pulse point, I quickly pierce her skin.
She cries out before sucking in a deep breath and holding it. Her body bucks off the bed. I have to hold her wrists firmly to keep her from flying off the mattress.
Her knees are pulled together and drawn up. They’re in my way. I gently bite her earlobe before whispering, “Spread your legs for me, Baby girl. Open yourself for Papi.”
My cock stiffens further when she obeys me. She’s making the most delightful noises, and I’m aware she needs relief. I’m going to give it to her. Always. Millions of times. Starting now.
I lower my lips to her breasts and suck one of her precious buds into my mouth. As I flick my tongue over the captured nipple, she writhes and moans. When I switch to the other one, she arches it up, offering it to me.
I blow on it, making her whimper. I want her to recognize her submission and accept it. It’s going to be challenging, but I will gradually coax it out of her, starting with demanding every ounce of her submission when she’s most vulnerable and needy.
“Do you want Papi to suck this needy little titty, Baby girl?”
Her moan is deeper, and she arches her chest higher. “Please…”
“Please suck my greedy little titty, Papi.” I know from previous males who have come to Earth and returned with their mates that certain language is triggering to their human females. One of those words is titty. It’s not just another word for nipple. It has connotations that draw out a female’s Little girl.
“Oh, God…” She squirms, trying to pull her legs together, but I’m leaning between them now. She can’t close them. Her knees grip my hips, but that’s as far as she can move.
I flick my tongue over the distended bud and blow on it again, beyond grateful for every ounce of education I’ve had about human females and the fact that I did not skim any section of information.
My Little girl’s pussy is soaked, and the strong scent of her arousal is salivating. I want my mouth on her pussy. I want to suck her essence into me. I want to taste her, eat her until she can’t focus on anything but my mouth. I want to do so until I’ve wrung several orgasms out of her and she’s unable to move a muscle.
“I know you need my mouth on your titty, Ava. It felt so good when I did the first one. The other one is desperate to experience the same thing.” I flick it again.
She cries out in frustration. “Please… Oh. God. Please…”
“Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.” I alter my words just a bit. The longer she holds out, asserting her will, the more I will increase her embarrassment. I think this is harder on me than her. I blow a long breath against her nipple. “Such a stubborn Little girl. The words are right on the tip of your tongue. All you have to do is tell Papi what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Papi…”
We’re making headway. “Mmm?”
She squirms harder, not fully grasping that she’ll never be able to wiggle free from me. Not if I don’t want her to. “Papi…” She licks her lips. Her next words are barely audible, but she says them. “Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.”
The shudder that follows those words is even better. She’s affected by her submission. I don’t make her wait. I lower my mouth and suck her nipple in hard. Her heart is racing as I graze my teeth over the swollen bud, and I don’t waste the opportunity to prick her skin, letting my quill pierce right at the base of her precious nipple.
It’s quick and over so fast she might not fully realize I’ve punctured her again. It’s enough to cause a feral moan of pleasure to escape her lips.
For a moment, I think maybe she reached orgasm, but then I realize she has not. The scent of her need is still heavy in the air, and I’ve watched a hundred videos to know what a female looks like when they come. She’s not there yet, but she will be soon.
Releasing her sweet bud, I continue down her flat stomach until I reach the apex of her pussy. I know her clitoris is here, nestled under the pretty hood I can see.
I need two more arms, though, because she’s writhing violently in an effort to escape my attention. If I hadn’t read about this odd human characteristic, I wouldn’t have been prepared for her to work so hard to get away from the inevitable. Videos were even more telling. It seems the majority of human females like what they refer to as “the chase.” They like a little force and some bondage. Some of them need it in order to orgasm.