Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Yes, Daddy.” She reached for his forearms. “I believe you. I’ll be disappointed, but I know hoping for a miracle is a longshot. I’ll get over it eventually and find a way to make the most out of my life. I’m so lucky. I was born with your mark, and you’re the bestest Daddy in the world. I’m fortunate that my family helped me learn to take care of myself. And doubly fortunate that it would seem you don’t intend to even let me brush my own teeth, so I’ll never have to worry.”
“That’s right, Baby girl. I will dote on you no matter what happens. I know you will be sad if you don’t get at least partial vision back, but I will grieve with you, and we will get through it together and come out on the other side with a strong plan.”
Her sweet perfect smile lit up the room again. “Thank you, Daddy. Now, take your clothes off. I want to touch you.”
Chapter Ten
Damon slid out from under his mate’s legs and off the edge of the bed. He stared at his gorgeous Little girl while he removed all of his clothes. When he was fully naked, he slid her panties off.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She pushed up onto her knees and inched toward him until she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her hands on his shoulders, her face inches from him. “Don’t move, okay?”
He nodded, a lump in his throat. He needed to let her explore even if it killed him.
Olivia used her hands and her eyes, scanning down his body from his face to his chest where she paused for a long time. He wasn’t sure how much she could see with those glasses, but he was grateful she could at least see something so she would have that memory for the rest of their lives.
He flinched when she licked his nipple. “Are yours as sensitive as mine?”
“I don’t know, Baby girl. I doubt it.”
“But you like it when I touch them?” She pinched one, hovering close enough to watch its reaction.
He moaned. “Yes, Little rebel. I like it. There isn’t much you can do that I won’t like.”
“But there are some things?” she asked as she rose back up taller.
“A few. You’ll want to be gentle with my scrotum. My testicles are sensitive.”
“Mmm. I’m not sure what a scrotum is or testicles.”
“My balls, Baby girl. They are soft sacs right behind my cock.”
“Will you lie down on your back and let me see?” Her voice was hesitant. She was being so very brave. No way would he turn her down.
“Of course. That’s an easy enough request. I’d move the back wall of the house out two feet if you asked me, too, Little rebel.”
She giggled as he dropped down next to her on his back. She was totally going to kill him, but it would be worth it.
His precious girl leaned over him again. Her sexy tits bounced in front of her, but she wasn’t thinking about her own body right now. She was only marginally aroused. She was focused on him.
“Your skin is lighter than mine.”
“A bit. Not much.”
She smoothed her soft hands over his stomach and then lower to his thighs, avoiding his cock. The darn thing was bobbing. He couldn’t stop it. It had a mind of its own, and it was about ready to stage a revolt.
Damon held his breath while his Little girl let her gaze roam all over his shaft.
She took her time. “It’s not what I expected.”
He chuckled as he set a hand on the back of her head and stroked her soft hair. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. No one ever described penises to me. The top is different from the rest of the shaft.” She set a finger on his head and stroked the sensitive flesh.
Damon had to grit his teeth for a moment before he could catch his breath. “The head is very sensitive, Baby girl.” His voice was deeper. He couldn’t stop it.
“So soft,” she mused as she continued to circle the mushroom-shaped head. When her finger slid over the slit in the tip, she hesitated. “It leaks.”
He forced himself not to react to her innocence. He wanted to trap it so it never changed. “Yes. That’s my semen. It will leak out most of the time. Just a little. It wants to explode. When I come, several jets of my semen will thrust out of me. If I’m inside you, it will hit your womb. If I’m stroking it with my hand, I’ll mark you with my semen like I did earlier against your thigh.” He needed to keep his head on and tell his mate everything. There was very little chance anyone had shared the details about sex with her. The task had been left up to him, and he wanted her to be informed so she wouldn’t be nervous.