Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She moans again, long and slow and deep. It’s musical. Precious. It makes my cock swell further. I don’t want to come until she reaches her release again, so I slide my hands up from her breasts to her biceps and all the way to her hands. I thread our fingers together, leaning over her.
And then I lean forward and kiss her nipples again.
She cries out, undoubtedly knowing I’m going to pierce her. She craves it this time. She won’t fight me.
“Papi…”
I prick her areola in several places before nicking the very tip. My quill is narrow. It leaves a slight numbing in its wake, just enough to erase the flinch from the prick.
I switch back and forth, tormenting her nipples until they’re swollen and so fucking sexy.
“Papi…” Her voice is high-pitched as she fights her restraints, arching her chest toward my mouth, moaning and writhing and crying. “Oh God.” And then she’s coming, and there are no words for the sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock with every pulse of her release.
It’s heaven. It shatters me. It makes me come.
For the first time in my more than one hundred years, I orgasm inside a living being. My mate. My Little girl. My life.
I spill my seed deep inside her while she moans and thrashes around, her orgasm still gripping me over and over.
I thrust harder as my seed fills her, knowing my cock will not be satisfied or sated with one release. It will demand more. And so will her body. My semen is already affecting her, driving her wild.
I consider releasing her wrists but think better of it. She’s going to lose her mind now. The power of my essence on her skin is enough to make her rabid with lust. She’ll do anything to get more. Like an addict.
I give her more, needing it as badly, thrusting hard, deep, in and out, stretching her pussy, marking her over and over as she comes again and again. She’s wild and untamed. Greedy. Out of her head.
I am too, but I’m able to remain more in control than her, more aware of my surroundings. It will always be this way for her. I knew it, and yet seeing it with my own eyes is still shocking and miraculous.
I have to force myself to stop. I pull out of her after I come a second time and jerk my pants up over my aching cock.
“No,” she shouts. She finds me with her wild gaze. “No. More.”
I reach blindly toward the tray next to me, knowing there’s a wet cloth there. Chadka left it. It won’t be enough to give my Little girl the relief she needs, but it will ease her need until I can move her to the basin. Thank God there’s a basin for bathing Little girls in this exam room.
I wipe her pussy as quickly as possible, removing as much of my semen as I can from her inner thighs and labia. It won’t help the fact that my essence still fills her tight channel.
“Papi…” She’s still writhing, moaning, bucking wildly.
I release her arms next. She immediately grabs her breasts, squeezing them. “I need…” she moans.
“I know, Little one. Papi’s going to fix it.” I release the restraints around her legs and across her tummy before scooping her into my arms and carrying her to the basin.
I hold her squirming body in one arm while I turn on the water and adjust the temperature. I have to grip her tightly to keep her from slipping out of my arm. She’s out of control.
Finally, I manage to lower her into the water even though she clings to me, not wanting to let go. “I can’t… I need… Papi… What…”
As soon as her bottom is under the water, she gasps, taking deep breaths. Her eyes are wild, searching my face and around the room. She’s confused and struggling to focus. My semen is still affecting her.
“Try to stay still for me, Baby girl. Let Papi get it off you.”
She shakes her head and shoves at my hands as I try to wash between her legs. “No, no, no. Stop.”
I’m not sure what she needs. Maybe she’s too sensitive to tolerate my touch. But the moment she pushes the cloth out of the way, she starts rubbing her pussy with her palm. She arches her chest forward and tips her head back. “Oh God.”
I grab her wrist and tug her hand free. “Kendra, stop. You’re going to rub yourself raw.”
She’s shaking violently. “Make it stop.”
“I’m trying, Baby girl. Look at me.”
She searches the room again, not meeting my gaze.
“Kendra,” I demand. “Eyes on Papi.”
She jerks her attention to me. “What’s happening?” She grips the sides of the basin, trembling. There’s fear in her eyes.
I cup her face with my free hand and hold her steady. “When my semen gets on your skin, it increases your arousal.”