Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Nora couldn’t help but giggle even though she was shocked. “Daddy!”
“Are you awake now?” he asked as he pushed her shirt higher, exposing her breasts. He leaned back over and kissed a path to one of her nipples before suckling it into his mouth hard enough to yank her completely awake. Her pussy grew wet and needy instantly.
She shoved at his head. “I’m awake. I’m awake.”
He released her nipple with a pop, lifted his head, and grinned. “Ah, there she is.” He stood, grabbed her hands, and pulled her to sitting.
She swayed slightly. “Meanie.”
He straddled her knees with his, cupped her face, and brought his lips to hers. “Daddy knows what’s best, Little girl. Food. Bath. Then bed.”
“Okay,” she groaned as she let him pull her to her feet. She started to follow him and then stopped. “I need clothes.”
“No, you don’t, Little one. You’re fine. We’re just going to the kitchen.”
She looked down at herself. She hadn’t seen the T-shirt before. Now she saw that it was white with paint splatters all over it. It was so perfect for her, and she loved it. But it was the only thing she was wearing besides a diaper, and it didn’t extend past her tummy, so the diaper was fully exposed.
She considered arguing further, but the crinkle of the diaper when she took her next step made her feel so Little, and she decided she might like this feeling.
Nora liked it even more when they reached the kitchen and she discovered her Daddy had a bib ready for her. After she took a seat in the chair he indicated, he pushed her up to the table, put it on her, and sat next to her.
There were two plates at the table. One was purple and plastic with three compartments to separate the foods. One was a white ceramic plate. Both were in front of her Daddy.
“What are we having, Daddy?” she asked.
He pointed at the main compartment of her plate. “This is called ropa vieja. It literally means old clothes.”
She giggled. “Gross.”
He chuckled. “Not at all. It’s a staple in Cuba. It’s stewed beef with onions, peppers, tomatoes, and other spices.” He pointed at the next compartment. “Black beans.” And finally, “Rice.”
“It smells heavenly.”
He lifted a bite of the stew onto a chubby rubber spork and held it to her lips.
The moment she had it in her mouth, she moaned around the flavor. After she swallowed, she said, “Daddy, that’s delicious.”
“I’ll let Guille know you enjoyed it when I see him tomorrow.”
When she reached for the spork, he pulled it away. “Let Daddy feed you.”
“But don’t you want to eat your food?” How was he going to feed them both?
“Yep. I’ll take bites in between. We can talk and take our time and enjoy the meal together.”
She smiled. That sounded nice. She opened her mouth as he brought some beans toward her next. Also delicious. “I’m going to get fat if you keep feeding me all this Cuban food.”
He frowned. “I know you’re joking, Little girl, but I don’t want you worrying about your weight. What matters is that you’re healthy and happy.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She knew by the serious look on his face that he meant every word. He truly didn’t care about her size.
As he continued to feed her, which so obviously pleased him, she started to think she was head over heels in love with this man. He was so perfect. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was really awake, sitting in Mateo’s house, wearing a diaper and a bib, and being fed like she was too Little to do so herself.
She’d just had mind-blowing sex, two delicious orgasms, and a nap with a pacifier and her stuffie while this man prepared food for her. How could she not be falling in love with him?
Chapter Eleven
Three days later, Nora gathered her things at closing time, ready to meet Mateo to go home. Over the last couple of days, they’d talked about so many things as their relationship solidified. Making big decisions like not using protection during sex and small ones like adopting a colorful toucan stuffie Mateo had known she’d fall in love with, which she’d named BeakBeak.
The feelings inside her were so big, Nora found herself thinking of him often. It seemed like they’d known each other forever.
BeakBeak didn’t know any place other than Mateo’s as home. She repeated that word to herself silently. It really did feel like the place she should be when not at Craftastic. Her life had changed so much in such a short time period. All thanks to Mateo, who she cared about more every day.
“I think I like the thought that just crossed your mind,” a deep voice commented from about five feet in front of her.
“Hi!” Nora smiled at her handsome Daddy. “I didn’t think I was too far behind in getting my stuff together Are you early or am I late?”