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)
“It’s cold like ice but not wet.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He flipped the spoon around and flattened the inside of the oval over her swollen bud.
She arched her chest and tugged on her wrists instinctively. “Daddy…”
He removed the spoon and danced the tip down her cleavage and back up to circle her full breasts with the metal edge. Goosebumps rose all over her chest, and she was panting as if she were still on that treadmill.
When he flattened the curved center of the spoon against her other nipple, he asked, “Have you figured out what it is, Cuddle Bug?”
“I think it’s a spoon.” Her breaths were fast, her chest rising and falling.
“I bet you’ll scream when I stroke this cool metal through the folds of your pussy, won’t you, Little girl?”
She swallowed hard, but her lips fell open so she could draw in more oxygen.
Hawking flipped the spoon over and lightly tapped one of her nipples.
“Daddy!”
“That’s the sweetest sound in the world, Celeste. All it does is make my cock harder. Stay still, Little girl. You’re squirming all over the place.”
She couldn’t get very far between the restraints and him straddling her, but she was wiggling around enough to make it difficult to tease her tight buds. He kept missing when he tried to circle them again.
Without warning, he switched to the wooden spoon and tapped her nipple with the wider base, not hard enough to do anything other than startle her. He’d promised he wouldn’t strike her with any force, and he’d meant it.
He didn’t give her anymore with the wooden spoon right away. He didn’t want to give away what it had been. Instead, he set it aside, scooted down her body a few inches, and cupped her breasts.
“Awww. I had no idea my breasts were so sensitive,” she whispered. “They feel heavy and tight, and my nipples are begging for attention.”
He loved the way she was able to voice her feelings and her needs. His ordinarily shy Little girl was growing less inhibited in their bed.
Hawking watched her face as he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and pointers.
“Oh my God,” she shouted. “I…”
He smiled. “You like it, don’t you?”
“I want more. I want you inside me.”
“You’ll get more when I’m done playing, Little girl,” he said, his tone firm. “First, I want to watch you pant and writhe a bit longer.”
She moaned as he pulled on her tight little buds and then twisted them gently.
Finally, he released her nipples and lifted his knees one at a time to move down between her thighs. When he set his palms on her legs and smoothed them up and down from her knees to her pussy without touching her where she needed it most, she bucked her hips off the bed.
He grabbed the metal spoon again and used one hand to hold her torso down while he dragged the cold metal along the outer edges of her pussy lips.
Celeste tried to wiggle, but he was too strong. “Please…”
He flattened the back of the spoon over her clit next, loving the way she cried out as if he’d sucked it into his mouth and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.
When he drew the handle gently between her lips, opening her folds to show him how wet she was, she made the cutest sexy sound he’d ever heard.
“Okay, okay. You were right. I’m so horny I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me. Please, Daddy.”
“Tsk tsk. Such a naughty word from such a pretty mouth.”
“Daddy…” Her voice was more of a plea now.
Hawking wanted to do one more thing before he let her come. He swapped the metal spoon for the wooden one again and tapped her clit with the back of the curve.
A long moan filled the room. He knew she was close to orgasm, so he tossed the spoon aside, flattened between her legs, and sucked her pussy into his mouth.
He had to grip both her thighs to hold her steady so he could ravish her with his tongue and his lips. She was squirming so badly it was more like wrangling a bucking bronco.
In seconds, she screamed out her release as her pussy pulsed against his lips.
Hawking continued to lick her through the waves, but as soon as she shuddered, he rose, shrugged off his boxers, and rolled on a condom at warp speed.
And then he was over her, shoving the improvised blindfold off her face so he could look into her eyes as he thrust into her.
She gave him the sexiest moan.
He thrust again, holding her gaze, though he wasn’t sure she could fully see him. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.
“I wanna touch you,” she pouted.
“Not this time, CB.” If he let her get her hands on his shoulders, back, or biceps, he would come in an instant. He loved the way she dug her fingertips into his muscles too much.