Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
He lowered between her legs, threaded their fingers together, and held her hands above her head. The restraint made her arousal shoot back to a ten, and when his chest brushed against her nipples, she moaned.
“Such a pretty girl.” He thrust into her, taking her breath away yet again. “Fast or slow, Daisy?”
“Fast, please, Daddy.”
His lips descended onto hers, forcing her attention to shift to their kiss for a moment as his tongue slipped inside to toy with hers.
She was overwhelmed with sensations, too many to count, and she gasped in his mouth when he pulled almost out and thrust back in hard.
Her vision blurred and she couldn’t continue kissing him. She didn’t have the brain cells to tell her lips to move.
He didn’t mind though. He released her mouth to stare down at her while he thrust again. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Another orgasm slammed into her without warning, taking her by surprise as her pussy gripped his cock.
He must have liked it too, because seconds later, he groaned out his own release on top of hers. Their mutual unintelligible noises filled the air.
For a long time, Daddy continued to hold her tight, his chest hovering close enough to make her feel surrounded without crushing her.
Eventually, he eased out, leaving her empty and so sated.
“Don’t move, Baby girl,” he whispered. “Be right back.”
He disappeared. There was no chance of her moving, possibly ever again.
When he returned, he set a wet cloth between her legs and gently wiped her pussy and thighs. She was too limp to argue or care as he lifted her butt off the mattress and slid another diaper under her. Without protest, she threaded her arms through the oversized T-shirt once again, enjoying the sensation of the soft cotton wrapped around her.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open. She was overwhelmed. As reality slipped back in, she began to fret.
Daddy pulled the covers back, tugging them from underneath her before settling her in the middle of his bed and tucking her in.
Daisy curled onto her side and brought her thumb to her mouth, needing the comfort of being incredibly Little while she processed what was happening.
She whimpered when Daddy gently tugged her hand away from her mouth, but settled again when he replaced it with what she assumed was a pacifier. A second later, he tucked her teddy bear in her arms.
The bed dipped as he curled around her with an arm wrapped over Daisy’s body to hold her close to him. She snuggled back closer to him and closed her eyes as she relaxed against him.
“Such a good Baby girl,” he complimented. His hand smoothed over her tummy, soothing her.
His lips pressed against her temple. “Nap for a bit, Baby girl. You don’t have to be at the store for another few hours. Daddy will wake you in a while.”
She was exhausted, but her mind was racing with so many thoughts and concerns. Not only had her Daddy explored her body with skill and sensitivity, but he’d also anticipated exactly what she’d needed. Had he known? Was that why he’d tucked her in and given her a pacifier?
This entire situation was far too good to be true. Bear was fulfilling all her wildest dreams. Could something like this last? Could it be real and forever?
She wouldn’t let herself hope for something so perfect. It would devastate her if it didn’t work out. She’d known Bear for a while, but the idea of him being her Daddy was relatively new. She’d barely let herself believe it was true, and now he’d taken her places that had previously only existed in her dreams.
She needed to guard her heart. Maybe it was too soon for her to believe this could last forever. Plus, she wasn’t sure Bear would want her to be as Little as she found herself craving.
Sure, he’d been the one to provide her with the bottle, diapers, crib, and pacifier. But had he meant for her to use those things all the time? Maybe he pictured her sleeping in that crib, wearing a diaper, and taking a bottle only occasionally. Like a scene.
She enjoyed being his Baby girl so much she didn’t want it to end. But that wasn’t realistic for so many reasons. For one, she had to work. She had to put on her adult clothes, flip a switch in her mind, and be a professional about ten hours a day.
Also, playing in Little space this young was intense. As much as she craved it, it might be too overwhelming to let him Baby her more than occasionally. It was almost scary how deeply she’d fallen into her perfect fantasy the moment he’d put that diaper on her.
She pulled her knees up tighter, trying to get into a little ball, hampered by the bulky material between her legs. The very object that reminded her she was still in a very young headspace.