Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Whisking his fingers over her taut nipples, Hawking reminded her. “Daddy’s already distracting you.”
“Scientific studies have proven that women multitask better than males. They even suggest women need more things happening at once.”
“You better not be involved in any of that kind of scientific research, Little girl.”
“What kind?” she asked, perplexed.
“The playing with penises kind.”
She grinned at him. “It would all be in the pursuit of knowledge.”
“Knowledge, huh?” He tried to keep his lips from curving and failed miserably. “Here.” He squirted liquid soap into her hand. “You wash Daddy, and I’ll get you clean.”
Hawking knew this was a terrible idea when she immediately wrapped her slick hands around his shaft, studiously spreading lather over his cock. He bit his tongue to keep from groaning when she pulled from root to tip. Her experiment in the reverse made his hips buck forward automatically.
“Whoa, Daddy,” she soothed.
“Daddy is not a horse. Don’t say it,” he warned, lifting one finger when she opened her mouth. He knew exactly what comparison she planned to make next between his penis and an equine one.
“All I need to say is neigh!” she said, bursting into laughter.
When her hands automatically squeezed his thickness, Hawking moaned before tugging her fingers from holding him and whirling her around to press her breasts and tummy against the cool tiles.
“It’s cold, Daddy,” she complained, wiggling delectably in front of him.
With absolutely no mercy, Hawking spread the liquid soap all over her back. Cupping her bottom, he molded his palms to her toned buttocks and glided his fingers across the sensitive skin. He hesitated at the small entrance and swirled his fingers around the tight ring of muscles.
“No, Daddy.”
“Maybe I should make some scientific studies of my own,” he teased, pushing his fingertip inside.
“It stings! The soap burns inside.”
“I should use something different as a lubricant to slide into you,” he suggested.
“Yes!”
Hawking smiled. He would be glad to remind her of this eager agreement. “Okay, CB.” He slid his finger from her and rinsed his hand in the spray before grabbing the handheld showerhead and thoroughly rinsing off the suds.
“Daddy,” she moaned, lifting her bottom up for his attention.
“Spread your legs, CB.”
He waited for her to process his request. Slowly she stepped her legs apart. “More, Little girl.”
As she moved, he glided a hand between her body and the tiled wall that had warmed from her body heat. Stroking over her skin, he moved his fingers into the slick juices that had gathered between her legs. She might deny the bottom play was arousing, but his Little girl loved to be dominated there. He explored her pink folds, caressing her as he pointed the spray attachment upward between her legs.
“Ooo!” she moaned as she froze in place. Her fingers curled against the hard surface below them as she struggled to stay in place.
“Good girl. You are so beautifully made, Cuddle Bug. Should I let you come now?” he asked, flicking the showerhead away from her pussy.
“Yes. Put it back. Please!”
That last word became three syllables as he focused the spray back on her. Hawking brushed his fingers over her clit as he bit the sensitive spot on her neck where it met her shoulder.
“Ahhh!” Her head reared back as her body became completely rigid.
Gentling his touch and directing the spray away, Hawking gathered her body against him. He used the hand sprayer to make sure she was free of suds and then hung it up, directing the water flow toward the tiles. Moving her out of the shower spray, Hawking wrapped her in a towel and helped her step out of the enclosure.
“Go sit on the tub, CB. I’ll be right there to dry you off.”
To his delight, she walked directly to the tub and sat on the side, watching him. Restoring the direction of the water, he quickly washed his body and wrapped a towel around his waist before turning off the shower.
As he walked forward, Celeste stood and dropped her towel. She tugged his off and tossed it to the side. Without saying a word, she took his hand and walked him to the bed. Crawling onto the bedspread, she reached for the nightstand drawer and opened it to retrieve a small packet.
Holding it out to him, she asked, “Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.”
He’d never be able to resist that invitation. Hawking quickly donned the condom on his erection and crawled over her, pressing kisses and caressing her damp skin. Her eyes were half shuttered with passion but fixed on him as he fitted the head of his cock to her opening.
“Fast or slow, Little girl?”
“Slow.”
He felt the edges of his mouth curl upward. He’d exhaust her with pleasure before she collapsed into sleep. Pushing forward, he filled her and paused, letting her adjust to his size. Her tight heat tantalized him.