Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Speaking of diapers, hers is full. I haven’t changed her yet since she woke up. I need to do that, but now she’s pleading with me, batting her naughty eyes to get me to pleasure her.
Should I? I probably should check with the doctor first. We have an appointment tomorrow. I should wait and see what he thinks about my Little girl’s requests.
She smiles as though she’s won the lottery when I rise and carry her to her changing table. She thinks she’s won. Silly Little girl.
I strap her down as usual, arms above her head. I add a restraint just below her breasts and cinch it tighter than usual. She’s so unbelievably aroused, though. I’m making it worse.
When I remove her diaper, I’m bombarded with the overpowering scent of her need. Her pussy is wet and swollen, pulsing. I’m certain this isn’t common, not for a Little girl who’s only been on Eleadia two days and just got her voice back this morning.
“Papi…” She moans as she manages to lift her hips in supplication. She even spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me.
I stare at her while I wipe her folds gently. She’s ensnared me. I’m losing my will to keep my hands off her. My hands are all over her. I’m touching her far more than necessary, holding her inner thigh as if she can’t leave it parted on her own, stroking her swollen lips with the cloth long after I’ve cleaned her sufficiently.
“Please, Papi…” she whines.
Her nipples are harder than ever, and her clit is so engorged it’s pushing the hood back. She’s shaking with need, rolling her head back and forth.
I can’t deny her. It’s impossible. The doctor will probably chastise me for this when we see him, but my girl needs relief, so I bend over and suck her pussy into my mouth.
She cries out as she stiffens. “Yes…” Her voice is off, raspy. It’s sexy, but it’s not her usual tone. When she whispers, it’s not as noticeable, but when she tries to add volume, I hear it.
I lift my eyes to watch her euphoric expression as I capture her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue. My girl’s eyes are glazed over and she has a pleased smile on her lips.
I dip my gaze to her nipples, the hard peaks begging for attention. I’ll never be able to deny my girl pleasure. It’s impossible. Even though I won’t be getting the same relief as her out of this experience, because I absolutely will draw the line at entering her with my cock before the two weeks are up, watching her come is so fucking enjoyable that I almost don’t care about the needs of my cock.
I slide one hand up to capture her breast and pluck her nipple while the other hand comes between her legs so I can thrust a finger into her tight channel. Nothing has been inside her for six months. She’s so tight.
She moans loud enough to shake the roof as I finger her sweet spot.
I probably shouldn’t let my quill down, but I do it anyway. The second I prick her clit, she screams. It’s jarring, and for a moment, I panic, worried I’ve hurt her or gone too far. But then I realize her scream is one of pleasure.
Sara writhes with more strength than I could imagine possible, bucking and tugging as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
I know one is not enough. She has pent-up need that isn’t sated from one orgasm. So I keep suckling, adding a finger, switching to her other nipple and pinching it.
Every time I drag my fingers over the perfect sweet spot inside her, she clenches around my hand. Her noises are a drug, forcing my cock to grow harder and harder while I take solace in her pleasure.
The only thing I don’t do is penetrate her bottom. That seems too invasive for two days after stasis, but apparently I need to speak to the doctor about this premature need she has because if she’s going to beg me to pleasure her often, her ass will most certainly get involved in our play. It’s inevitable.
Her breath hitches, and she stops wiggling right before she cries out my name. “Raevion!”
God, I love hearing my name from her lips in the throes of her release. I will insist she call me Papi most of the time, but when we’re amorous? She can call me Raevion. I like it.
I slowly ease back until I’m doing nothing more than gently petting her pussy and breast. I lift my mouth away from her cunt, licking her juices from my lips. She’s delicious. I’ll never get enough of her. My need to consume her grows with every passing day. I can’t wait for these two weeks to pass so I can take her all over the damn house in every room and every position.