Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I arch my upper body again. It takes a lot of energy to do so with my arms pinned behind me. It feels good, though. It gives me the opportunity to drag my nipples over the soft material of the pants he’s wearing.
Doing so only makes everything worse, but I do it again because I can’t stop myself.
Papi suddenly releases my wrists. It’s so unexpected that I can’t react fast enough before he spreads his thighs wide. He releases his grip on my thigh to move that hand up to my lower back, anchoring me to his lap.
My breasts dangle between his legs now, and Papi reaches around to cup one of them. His fingers quickly slide down to my nipple, and he pinches it hard.
I cry out. The pain is sharp, and it goes straight to my clit as though there’s a connection between my nipple and my pussy.
Still holding my offended bud hostage, he says, “We don’t let our Little girls play with their titties on Eleadia, Clara. If I catch you doing so again, I will swat your naughty titties. The sting will be worse than this tiny pinch. Understood?”
I can’t breathe. My head is spinning. I’m trying to absorb his words, but it’s hard with him still gripping my nipple. I realize he’s aware that I was dragging my buds against his thighs, but I can’t believe he’s reprimanding me for doing so. It’s embarrassing that he noticed and maddening that he thinks he can order me not to touch myself.
Papi pinches my aching nipple harder. “Understood, Clara?” he repeats.
I’m panting from the combination of the pain and the unbelievable sensation that I’d like him to keep squeezing my swollen flesh. When he twists my nipple to one side, I finally respond, “Yes, Sir.”
He instantly releases my throbbing nipple. “Good girl.”
I gasp. My entire body is betraying me. I’m hyper aware of everything at once. The ache in my tit, the burn all over my ass, the pulsing need growing in my vagina, and even the memory of his thumb pressing against my anus.
My mind is spinning. I can’t focus on anything specific, and every inhale seems to draw Papi’s essence deeper into me. “Please fuck me, Papi,” I blurt out before I can filter my thoughts.
Papi’s breath hitches, and there’s a pause before he grips my hips, lifts me off his lap, and turns me so I’m facing him. He’s so enormous that he can easily hold me suspended in the air. “Straddle me, Baby girl,” he demands.
I spread my legs without hesitation and settle my feet on either side of his hips against the oversized rocking chair as he lowers me onto his lap. His knees are parted wide, so my butt hovers in the air.
When I try to slide forward so I can rub my pussy against his erection, he stops me with a grip on my hips. “Stay still.”
I meet his gaze, my hands coming to his shoulders. I feel wild and untamed. Desperate. My need is growing. I can’t go another minute without being fucked by him. “Please.”
His brow is furrowed. “You need to take a bottle and go down for a nap, Baby girl.”
I shake my head, which nearly makes me dizzy. “I need you to fuck me.” I’ve never used that word so flippantly before, and I’ve certainly never begged anyone to fuck me. I’ve never even wanted anyone to fuck me.
I’ve had sex with two men, which is embarrassing at the age of thirty-five. One was in my early twenties. He was my boyfriend. We were together for four years before we realized we weren’t compatible enough to get married and broke things off. Our sex was boring, and Matt wasn’t all that interested. We never lived together; we rarely even slept over, and we only had sex every few weeks. In fact, that was the primary reason I decided I didn’t think marriage was a great idea for us. We were good friends, but we lacked passion.
It wasn’t until I was thirty-two that I entered another relationship. Stuart was fifteen years older than me, and though we had a lot in common and had fun together, we also lacked sparks in the bedroom. When I broke up with him two years ago, I was rather depressed, thinking that something was wrong with me. Why didn’t men want to have sex with me?
I eventually learned that Matt had met and married a man. I also saw on social media that Stuart’s next girlfriend was some sort of modern-day mail-order bride.
Kalbrac is the first man I’ve ever felt this strongly about, and I’ve only known him for a few hours. Has it even been that long? I’ve been naked for most of the time since I met him. That’s mindboggling.