Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Daddy lines himself up with my entrance and eases into me. “Slow or fast?” he asks, gritting his teeth as if he’s seconds from losing control.
“Fast,” I say because I want him inside with desperation. It’s obvious he wants the same thing.
His eyes slide closed as he thrusts all the way into me.
I gasp as I adjust to his girth. It’s tight. There’s no denying that, but not painful. After all, he’s been playing with my pussy for weeks. He’s had several fingers in me many times.
He drops his forehead against mine and partially opens his eyes. He’s panting. “You okay, Little bunny?”
“Better than okay.” I’m panting too. “Do that again.”
He smiles as he pulls almost out and thrusts back in again.
I groan as I adjust to him more. “That feels so good. Do it again.”
He chuckles. “Such a demanding Little girl.”
I grab his butt cheeks and tug on him as if I could actually cause him to budge. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. Fuck me already.”
“Such a naughty mouth. Tsk.” He’s not mad though. Rules that apply to my Little apparently don’t apply when he’s inside me. I’m glad.
The good news is that Daddy does what I’ve requested. He slides in and out of me, seemingly deeper each time, stretching me and rubbing against my clit with every pass.
I dig my blunt nails into his butt as he makes beautiful love to me. It’s hard to breathe. I’m trying to savor every second, knowing that soon I’m going to orgasm and turn to liquid on his bed. My arms and legs always become putty after I orgasm. This is going to be powerful.
Daddy drops his head to one side of mine, his lips coming to my ear. “Come for me, Little bunny. Come around my cock so I can feel the pulsing of your pussy.”
I can’t deny him. My body obeys as if it has no choice. I cry out and grip him with all my fingers as my orgasm thunders through me, clutching his erection as if trying to make sure he can’t escape.
Daddy slides in and out a few more times while I’m still riding the waves before one final, deep thrust. A long moan escapes his lips. It’s like music. I want to hear that a million more times in my life.
When he finally holds still, we’re both panting. I run my hands up and down his back, wondering if I bruised him or perhaps broke the skin with my fingernails.
He kisses my face all over before taking my lips in another passionate kiss that makes my toes curl as I wrap my legs around him. I don’t want him to pull out. I want him to stay right where he is forever.
Finally, he sighs. “Let me get a washcloth and clean you up, Little bunny.”
I thrust my lower lip out on a pout. “But I like you inside me.”
“You can have me inside you any time you want for the rest of our lives, Petra.” He’s serious.
I smile. “That sounds powerful. Like I’m in charge.”
He chuckles. “It’s hard to deny you have a lot of power over me when it concerns my cock, but don’t get any ideas. That power does not extend to any other aspect of our lives. You’re still my Little girl. Daddy makes the rules.”
I can’t stop grinning. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He eases out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I watch as he pads across the room, heading for the bathroom. He’s back two minutes later with a wet washcloth in his hands.
As he spreads my legs open and starts to wipe my skin, he glances up at me. “You said there was something else you were going to give me. I must say you do not need to sweeten this deal. I’ve already won the lottery. I won the lottery the night I scooped you up off the pavement in front of The Dungeon. I’d do anything for you for nothing in return, Petra. Do you know that?”
I nod. I’m about to cry. I’m so emotional. He’s giving me his heart, and I love him so much. “I want to give you one more thing though, Daddy,” I say in a Littler voice than I’ve used for the last half hour.
My offering makes me feel Little. I need to shift my headspace.
His brows draw together, and he tosses the washcloth aside and drops down onto a hip next to me, covering my legs with one of his enormous thighs. He cups my face and turns me toward him. He doesn’t say a word. He simply waits.
“I want you to spank me,” I whisper.
His eyes widen. He’s surprised. “You want me to spank you?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“I don’t have to spank you for you to be the most perfect Little girl in the world, Petra. It’s not a requirement. Nor is it a deal breaker. Some Little girls don’t like it. I can respect that. When you’re naughty, you can stand in the corner. I know you don’t like it when you can’t see me and I ignore you.”