Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
My tummy has flipped around a million times in the past when I was with Gabriel. It’s done so several times today since I got here. But right now, it’s turned into popcorn kernels simmering in my belly. In a moment, they’re going to start popping. Something is going to happen. I don’t understand.
I’m in a tight knot. My brain is broken. All I can hear is the sound of my moaning.
Daddy sucks and licks relentlessly, not letting up as the pressure inside me builds until suddenly there’s this odd moment of hesitation. I’m in a weird quiet limbo, and then the kernels start popping all at once.
My tense body unravels as pulses of pleasure race through me. I can’t breathe.
Daddy is still licking me, but he slows down and eases back on the pressure until my body turns into a liquid, all of my tense muscles relaxing. He kisses my mound reverently and lifts his head.
I blink at him. I think there’s a silly grin on my face. I swallow. My mouth is dry. My voice is low and wobbly when I ask, “What… What was that?”
He smiles broadly. “Baby girl, that was the most gorgeous orgasm I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh.” My face heats. That was an orgasm? I start shaking. “Ohhh.”
He chuckles. “Have you never done that to yourself before, Baby girl?”
I shake my head, feeling foolish.
He drops his lips to my inner thigh and kisses me all over before switching to the other leg while I writhe and squirm. I’m sensitive.
“Tickles, Daddy,” I lie.
“I don’t think you can call that tickles, Little girl,” he says, calling me out on my fib. “I thought you said you’re never naughty,” he teases.
My cheeks heat further. Did I tell a fib? I guess I did.
I drop my head back and sigh. “I can’t believe you put your mouth on my, uh, oh my, my…”
“Pussy, Zia.” He strokes his cheek against my folds, still holding my legs open. “Daddy really enjoyed sucking on your pussy, Baby girl. Delicious. I can’t wait to do that again.”
I gasp. “Again?”
He chuckles. “Oh, sweet Baby girl. I’m going to eat your pussy so often you will lose track of how often I make you come in just days.”
I suck in a breath. Days? I can’t have more than today. Can I? He talks like I’m going to be here tomorrow and the day after that. He talks like he’s going to make that happen to me again.
A shiver races down my body. I want nothing more than to have him do that again. Will it be different the next time when I’m not so uncertain what to expect?
I’m in my head while Daddy takes his time rubbing diaper cream onto my sensitive skin and putting a fresh diaper on me. He finds my bloomers and pulls them back up my legs next. Finally, he releases the strap restraining me and lifts me into his arms.
He kisses me all over my face before lowering me to set me on the carpet. “Be a good girl while I fix your bottle. No climbing. Stay here in your nursery. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’ll be right back.”
I watch him leave. I’m still panting. My…pussy is throbbing as though it wants more. A repeat? Or something else. I’m a pretty bright girl. I don’t have to have had sex in order to recognize that what I crave is him inside me. Don’t men put their, uh, penises inside the woman after they…lick her?
Maybe he doesn’t want to do that with me. I fight back tears. Why am I such a faucet today? I have nothing to cry about. I’m with the most amazing Daddy ever. He has the most perfect room I’ve ever seen set up in his home just for me. I’m the luckiest Little girl in the world.
I’m also scared. I can’t have more than what I can fit into today. When I go home tonight and climb into bed, I know I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It was a horrible idea to let Daddy tempt me with what my life could look like in a parallel universe.
Chapter Seven
“Stay.”
I’m sitting in Daddy’s lap in the rocking chair. It’s getting late. He asked me for twelve hours, so I assume he’s going to take me home soon. But now he says this one strange word. I push upright and look at him. “What?”
“Stay here. Tonight. Stay in your crib or in my bed or wherever you want, but please stay. I can’t stand the thought of taking you home and coming back to my empty house without you.”
I freeze.
His expression is serious, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. His hands tense on my hips. He’s nervous. I’ve never seen him nervous.
He slides his palms up higher and urges me to lean into him. He buries his nose in my neck and inhales before kissing a path to my ear. “Please stay, Baby girl. Why do you need to go home? I promise I won’t expect you to have sex with me. I’ll be fine if you sleep in your crib. I have the baby monitor. I could set it next to me, and then in the night, I could glance at it and know you’re still here.”