Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
The new thought made her nipples pebble harder. Her clit pulsed with need. He wasn’t going to give her what she craved until she obeyed him, and the need to do so was overwhelming.
Never mind that her internal dialogue insisted adult women did not wet themselves in a diaper. That didn’t matter. It was overruled by the notion that she should obey her mate. Her Daddy. The man she wanted to please more than anyone in the world.
Khloe closed her eyes and focused on her bladder. She’d never peed in this position, lying on her back. It was awkward and difficult to convince her bladder to obey. Daddy was helping, though. His fingers palpated her abdomen until he touched just the right spot.
She couldn’t hold back another second. The moment she relaxed her bladder and gave up the fight, the dam let loose. She peed so much she could feel the diaper expanding between her legs and against her Daddy’s erection.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. Darn him. Every time he did that, she fell deeper under his spell. She would never be able to deny him because his words of praise were like a drug. She already craved them, and she knew that desire would grow in the coming days.
It wasn’t so bad. Daddy continued to tell her what a good girl she was and how proud he was while he quickly removed the soaked diaper and carefully cleaned her folds until she was panting and writhing from the need growing inside her.
When he was done, he grabbed her inner thighs and lowered his mouth to her sex. He moaned as he thrust his tongue into her and sucked her folds.
Khloe thought she might fly off the bed, but he held her firmly, not commenting when she lowered her hands to his shoulders. She felt hot, and the need that consumed her was far greater than it had been earlier. She wanted him inside her. Every inch of her skin tingled with an urgency that made her buck and arch and grab at his hair.
Daddy captured her clit and flicked it with his tongue rapidly. That was all it took to send her to the stars. She cried out as her orgasm sent her body into spasms.
It wasn’t enough, though, and she was about to tell him so when he suddenly grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her tummy. “Hands and knees, Little one.”
She scrambled to do as she was told, moaning and rocking, causing her breasts to sway heavily.
Daddy grabbed her hip with one hand and dragged his shaft through her folds with the other before suddenly thrusting into her.
Khloe screamed as another orgasm consumed her. She nearly collapsed against the bed, but Felix wrapped an arm around her and pulled her upright so she was kneeling, her back against his front, his erection deep inside her.
He kissed her neck and used his free hand to fondle her heavy breasts. “Fuck, you are sexy,” he growled.
Khloe shuddered. She bucked her bottom toward him, needing him to move. It wasn’t rational, but she already needed to come again.
Holding her up with one arm under her breasts, he lowered his other hand to her clit and rubbed it while he thrust in and out of her. “That’s my girl,” he whispered into her ear. “Let yourself go. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
She cried out and held on to his forearm as another orgasm caused her vision to blur and her channel to grip his erection tighter.
“Fuck…” he shouted. He thrust harder and faster until he finally held himself deep and let go of his own release with a long groan that filled the room, so loud it registered even though her ears were ringing.
When he was spent, he continued to hold her upright, kissing her neck and praising her again. Eventually, he gently bit her earlobe. “Lower to your elbows, Little one. Keep your bottom in the air.”
She dropped onto shaky forearms and twisted her neck to watch him pick up the thermometer and dip it in a jar of lube. A flush heated her cheeks as she realized she wasn’t nearly as embarrassed for him to slide the rod into her bottom. What embarrassed her was knowing the small rod would only tease her and make her crave more. She wanted his fingers inside her. Something wider.
She wanted his shaft in her back hole. Madness. What was wrong with her?
Felix’s essence was leaking out of her, running down her inner thighs, and she didn’t care. She pushed her bottom back toward him, desperate for his touch, whimpering when he set his hand on her lower back and eased the thermometer into her bottom.
“Hold still, Little one,” he ordered.
That was an impossible command to obey. She squirmed and moaned, wanting more. She needed this part to be over so they could get back to him touching all of her everywhere at once.