Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He smiled at her as he poured a generous amount on his fingers. He was still holding her gaze as he spread the lube around her tight hole before slathering up his erection.
Finally, he was at her entrance, holding her hips, his cock nestled at her tight hole.
She wiggled her bottom at him and whimpered. He was taking his time when what she wanted was fast and hard.
“Don’t rush Daddy, Baby girl. You’re going to be so tight. I’m going to come in seconds.”
She didn’t care. She wanted to watch. She was glad she’d just had such a powerful orgasm. It would help her focus, allow her to see him without her eyes rolling back in her head.
At least that’s what she thought until he grabbed his length with one hand and dragged it through her folds. It was unexpected, and she moaned.
With one hand around her hips to steady her, he thrust into her pussy all the way to the hilt.
She arched her back and cried out. That wasn’t where he was supposed to be taking her, but she was speechless and unable to protest, especially when he stroked her clit again while inching in and out of her.
Another orgasm built, threatening to drag her under, and she didn’t want to fight it, so she closed her eyes, set her forehead against the mattress, and moaned loudly the moment her orgasm consumed her entire body.
The second her tight channel gripped his shaft, he pulled out, slid his cock to her tighter hole, and thrust into her. The stretch was tremendous, but not painful. It was tight, but not something she couldn’t handle.
And then he started moving, in and out, deeper it seemed with each pass, driving her to a new height.
She was only marginally aware of her surroundings or the fact that she was moaning loudly. As she accepted him into her body, she felt a wave of closeness wash over her. She was his, and he was hers.
Together they were one. Unstoppable.
In no time at all, Axel gripped her hips and cried out his release deep inside her bottom.
Nicoya rocked with his movements, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. She’d given her Daddy the last private part of her, and she had no regrets.
Chapter Eighteen
When Nicoya got home the following night, her Daddy wasn’t there. She was kind of disappointed. After she locked up her weapon, she headed for the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes.
Her phone texted just before she stepped into the shower, and she smiled as she picked it up and saw it was Daddy.
Hey, Baby girl. There was a problem with a delivery at work today. I’m running late. Can you be a good girl and follow Daddy’s instructions until I can get home?
She immediately responded.
Yes, Daddy. What do you want me to do?
Take your shower, change into something comfortable, and go over to my house. The key is on your keyring. Let yourself in. I left a bottle on the drying rack. There’s almond milk in the fridge. Fix a bottle, take it to the nursery, and play for a while until Daddy can get there. Can you do all that?
Yes, Daddy. I’ll do it right now.
Nicoya was grinning as she set the phone down and got in the shower. She would be a super good girl and do all the things her Daddy asked, making him proud.
After a quick shower, Nicoya put on one of her simple summer dresses, a pair of flip-flops, and nothing else. She giggled as she found his key on her keyring. How had she not noticed it before? How long had it been there?
She nearly skipped over to his house, let herself in, locked the door, and headed for the kitchen. In no time at all, she had her bottle and was in the nursery.
She hadn’t had a lot of time to explore in here yet, so she spent time moving around the room, looking at everything he’d filled the room with. So many toys and books. Crayons and coloring books. Puzzles and games. Dolls and stuffies.
As she picked up all the stuffies one by one to admire them, she glanced at the crib and found Ruffles watching her. She giggled as she put the last stuffie back on the shelf. “Don’t worry, Ruffles. You’re still my number one.” She headed for the closet next. When she opened it, she gasped. It was filled with clothes for all different ages of her Little.
They seemed to be lined up from oldest to youngest, and she lifted the last hanger from the pole and held up the frilliest, most babyish pink dress she’d ever seen. The kind a newborn would wear if they had a rich aunt to buy it for them. It would be too expensive and outrageous for parents to buy.