Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Unnnh,” I moan, my eyes rolling up into the back of my head. “Oh my god.”
He grunts low in his chest.
“I told you I was big,” is that rough growl. “But you’ll stretch, don’t worry. Little girls always stretch for their daddies.”
I moan again, taking deep breaths.
“Mmmm,” is my melodious murmur. “I think it’s getting better now.”
“Good,” he rasps. “Because I can’t hold back much longer, sweetheart. Let me enjoy your curves. Let me enjoy this tightness, and I promise I’ll make you feel good too.”
With that, Daddy begins a punishing rhythm in me. The huge lollipop goes in and out, in and out, the stick dragging against my sensitive folds again and again, making me scream.
“Mmmm!” I cry out. “It feels so good. Unnnh!”
“I know, baby,” he rasps from above me, those blue eyes gleaming as his hips pummel away. “We’re almost there. Daddy’s about to burst, never you fear …”
And suddenly, it happens. With a huge roar, Xavier explodes inside me, his rod jerking and twitching as reams of hot seed lash my interior.
“Fuck!” he cries out. “Shit baby!”
But I can’t answer because I’m on my second climax of the night. My folds clamp around him, pulling him even deeper while sucking the seed from his balls.
“Mmm, Daddy,” I moan deliriously. “Yes, give it all to me.”
But Xavier is a man with a deep well because he pumps and pumps for what seems like eons. My sweet kitty sucks it all up, and it’s only after I’m completely filled with spunk that he finally finishes before collapsing on me.
“Daddy!” I squeal, “You’re heavy!” I exclaim, pushing at that massive chest.
He laughs a bit and rolls off, pulling out at the same time.
“Mmm,” I moan again.
But Xavier is on it. In a flash, he’s up and in the attached bathroom, before coming back with a warm washcloth and dabbing it between my legs.
“How do you feel, Katie?” he asks. “You know I always take care of my little girls.”
I glance down at the handsome man, and he and I share a long, meaningful look. After all, how did I get so lucky? I have a gorgeous, dark-haired Prince Charming who wants to look after of me, and who am I to say no?
“I’m fine, Daddy,” I murmur with a smile. “More than fine. I’m absolutely excellent.”
“Good,” he says, reaching up to kiss me once more. His lips are commanding and sensuous, even after the incredible session we’ve had. “Because we’ll be doing a lot more of that going forward.”
“More fun with lollipops?” I giggle.
He laughs low in his throat before seizing my mouth in another passionate kiss.
“Oh that was only the beginning, Kitty Kat. There’s a lot more with the lollipop, never you fear.”
And with that, the next phase of my life opens before me, and the truth is that I can’t wait.
14
Katie
My life is amazing now, and I hum to myself while getting ready. I’m in my apartment on my way to see Xavier, and I can’t wait.
After all, it’s been a month of sheer pleasure. Sure, during the day, I go to my job as a home health aide and perform my duties perfectly. But at night, all holds come off and Xavier and I explore the sensuality of a daddy with his little girl.
“You dreamin’?” Tennille asked me one morning. “Are you in love?”
I jerk back with shock. My elderly charge knows me too well sometimes, and I must not have been hiding it very well.
“No, I’m not in love,” I say hastily. “I’m not even dating anyone!”
Tennille merely takes my hand in her wrinkled one and pats it.
“It’s okay, Katie. Sometimes you young ones need a while before something’s crystal clear. But I’ve been on this world eight decades now, and I know love when I see it. You’re in love, girl.”
I merely stare at her and then my mouth snaps shut. Could Tennille be right? I’ve only known Xavier Carlton for a month, but he has me over the moon with his loving gestures combined with a calm, masterful dominance. Plus, the fun we have in the sack is so spicy that many mornings I wake up sore and yet wanting more.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly while blushing. “Maybe I’m seeing someone, but it’s not anything serious.”
Tennille merely pats my hand again while looking at me with a knowing smile.
“Even a small seed can blossom into great love,” she says with a chuckle. “Mark my words. Me and my Herbie were together for fifty years, and I miss him still to this day.”
My charge is referring to her late husband and I squeeze her hand.
“Herbie sounds like a wonderful man,” I say.
“He was,” Tennille nods, her eyes going nostalgic. “Never met a better man in my life. So if you’ve got a good one, then I say, hold on to him! Don’t let him get away because good ones are scarce these days.”