Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Impulsively, she tangled her fingers into his T-shirt and pulled it from his waistband. Dipping her hands under the material, she traced the muscles chiseled into his abdomen. The strength and power contained inside his trained body was erotic. Lark wanted to see him.
She stepped back to tug his shirt up over his slightly furry chest. “Please,” she whispered, needing his help to take it completely off.
“Kitten,” he growled as he reached over his shoulder to pull the soft material over his head. Wyatt flung it to the side of the room before guiding the top of her dress over her arms.
The fabric whispered over her skin. Lark watched his expression as the garment slid over her curves. Heat flared from his gaze as he admired her body.
Lark trailed her fingers to his waistband and stopped. She looked down to see the bulge of his cock pressing eagerly against his jeans. His erection demanded her attention. Tracing a fingertip along the length through the denim, she loved the feel of hardened steel. Could this fit inside her?
“You were made for me, kitten. My cock will fill you completely until we don’t know where you stop and I begin.”
Heat flared between her legs. She felt her panties dampen with the flood of her desire. The thought of his fingers in her tight channel created a fire only he could quench.
“I’ve dreamed of you touching me,” she admitted softly as he deftly unfastened her bra and dropped it to the ground.
Lark hooked her fingers in the sides of her lace panties. He flattened her hands against her hips.
“No, Little girl. Daddy gets to unwrap his present.”
She blinked at the surge of desire those words evoked inside her. “Yes, Daddy.” She acknowledged his control, tugging her hands away from her body to wrap around his rugged shoulder muscles.
“Good girl.”
Wyatt removed the wisp of fabric as he sank down in front of her. Instantly, he gasped and tilted his head back to look up at her. He gripped the backs of her thighs with both hands. “You shaved.”
She flushed. She’d known most women waxed or shaved, so she’d wanted to surprise him. She’d felt awkward the time he’d spanked her. She bit her lip and nodded. “Do you like it?”
He grinned. “Definitely.” He pressed his nose to her sensitive mound, making her dig her fingers into his flesh as he inhaled deeply. The raw sensuality of this primal act made her want him even more. When he tasted her by running his tongue down the seam of her lips, Lark’s legs quivered under the burden of holding her body upright. Instantly, Wyatt was there to support her.
He stood, scooped Lark into his arms, and placed her gently on the soft cover of the inflated bed. After removing the panties that still clung to one ankle, he unfastened her sandals and tossed them aside.
The mattress rocked when he set his knee on it, making her giggle, and she gasped when he dragged her farther across the air mattress. This was really happening. Wyatt was finally going to make love to her and she wouldn’t have to fret about what it would be like anymore.
She expected him to climb between her legs and thrust into her, so it surprised her when instead he held himself aloft, leaned over to give her a languid kiss, and then eased down her body.
He paused to suckle her breasts, making her writhe and grip his biceps. “Daddy…” There was so much she didn’t know. She’d read books of course, and she could do an internet search, but nothing compared to the real thing.
Her breasts were heavy, her nipples hard points of need. She was also wiggling because there was an ache between her legs that needed quenching.
He’d touched her there only one time—right after he’d finished spanking her the other day. It had been hot and mindboggling. Her head had been spinning afterward.
Lark slid her hands into his hair and held on as he flicked his tongue over her nipple and then switched to treat the other to the same torment. Back and forth he teased her hard buds several times until she was fully writhing.
“Daddy,” she called out, pleading with him.
He lifted his gaze and smiled at her. “I’m going to take my time. Don’t rush me, kitten.”
“But, it…hurts.” She didn’t know how to describe the buildup inside her any other way. The pressure. The need for the kind of release he gave her after her spanking.
He kissed both nipples one more time, erasing her sense of modesty as he worshiped her body. “Daddy’s going to make it feel better, kitten, but you need to trust me to set the pace, okay? Can you do that?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She was trembling, but she trusted him.
When he dipped his head the next time, he didn’t kiss her nipples again. Instead, he nibbled a path down her belly toward her parted legs.