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)
His fingertip glided slowly over her inner lips. “I’m going to be here, Little girl.” He tapped her pussy before his wet finger glided back farther to circle her tight forbidden hole. “And eventually here.”
She gasped, but more wetness flowed from her at the idea. She knew eventually she would want to take him there too.
His fingers returned to her swollen folds. “Want to feel how good we’ll be together?”
“Y—yes!” She stumbled over the word.
Sliding a finger inside her tight channel, Wyatt explored her body. “Are you going to be this wet for me, kitten?”
She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded. The fiery passion reflected in his eyes made her brave. Lark couldn’t question that he was as attracted to her as she was captivated by him. When their gazes locked together, Wyatt slid one finger from her body and pressed two deep inside her. His thumb brushed lightly over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
With a cry, Lark felt herself explode into pleasure. Clamping down on the fingers that stretched her with just a hint of pain, she felt him continue to stroke slowly in and out to extend her pleasure. In the past, she’d explored her clitoris, but she’d never used her fingers or anything else to stretch out her channel.
“Good girl, kitten. Breathe for Daddy.”
The air gushed back into her lungs, making Lark realize she’d held her breath. His fingers glided from her, leaving her empty and wishing for more. Before she could protest, Wyatt lifted her from his legs to rotate her body to sit sideways on his lap. He cradled her in his arms, rocking her slowly as he pressed a trail of kisses from her forehead to her pursed lips.
“Do you want to…” she offered softly.
He took one of her hands from his shoulder and drew it to his fly. She gasped at the feel of his thick erection tenting the fabric. “Never doubt that I want you: today, tomorrow, the day we met, ten years from now. I’ll always desire to feel you explode in my arms. Tonight isn’t the time for our first time together. You’ll know when it’s right. It will be soon.”
Wyatt shifted her hand to the back of his neck. Automatically, she cuddled against him, needing to be close. His arousal pushed fiercely into her hip as he held her tight. Gradually, their bodies quieted.
Wyatt kissed the top of her head. “I’m so grateful I found you and so glad you’re mine in every way.”
“Me too,” she whispered, though she was shaking from the remnants of the spanking and the force of the orgasm she’d just had. “My bottom hurts,” she confided.
“Spankings leave a good reminder for you to talk to me when you’re worried or frightened.”
“You won’t have to spank me again,” she promised.
“You’ll be stretched over my lap again soon,” he corrected her. “Little girls need a firm hand, especially when they’re learning to be Little.”
Firm hand. Lark started to giggle. Hard hand is more like it.
“Maybe I should call you snickers,” he suggested, obviously amused by her laughter.
“I like kitten. It reminds me that you took care of Fuzz Butt before he found his forever family—even though you got sick.”
“I’m always going to take care of you, too.”
She looked at him, trying to figure out if he was deliberately answering with something that could be interpreted sexually as well. After a couple of seconds, he waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, making them both dissolve into delighted laughter.
“Pizza time, Little girl,” he announced, lifting her to her feet. Without hesitating, he eased her panties and yoga pants over her heated bottom.
Giving it a light tap that made her hiss, he announced, “I’ll even take care of the crusts you won’t eat.”
“How did you know I don’t eat the crust?”
“Daddies know everything.”
“Shower and bed, kitten. It’s past your bedtime,” Wyatt instructed at the door a few hours later. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly, erasing Lark’s protests that she didn’t need to go to sleep so early.
When he stepped back, she clung to his biceps to regain her stability. Wyatt gently supported her with hands wrapped around her ribcage. She liked how he watched her—pleased and doting. Lark had no doubts about his feelings toward her. With a start, she realized she felt safe with him. Her lips tilted up in a wide smile at that thought.
“What just popped into your head, Little girl? I think I like it.”
“It’s going to sound silly, but I trust you. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” she confided.
“That makes me very happy, kitten. We’ve both found our person. I love that you feel safe with me. All I want to do is take care of you, Lark. I miss you when we’re apart and think of you constantly.”