Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He was only gone about five minutes, but they were the longest five minutes of her life because she was so aroused and it kept getting worse as she lay there naked and exposed with her legs parted. Her nipples were hard points from the air blowing across them. Her pussy was soaked. She probably left a wet spot on his sheets.
He rolled a condom on and climbed over her, his lips coming to hers to kiss her deeply before he touched any other part of her.
When she couldn’t take it any longer, she reached for him. “Daddy, please…”
He finally stroked her pussy with one hand. “I should take my time,” he teased before nibbling her nipple.
She shook her head. “No, Daddy. You should thrust into me fast and hard.” She sucked in a breath, shocked by her request. Or was it a demand?
Either way, it didn’t matter because he heeded her request and thrust in to the hilt a second later.
Stars swam in front of her as she grabbed his biceps and held on. My God, that feels so good. Did sex always feel this good to other people or was it just because she and Evan were so perfect together?
She was so aroused and ready for him that as soon as he found her clit and touched it, she came around his cock. It didn’t take long before he came too, and then he dropped down over her, snuggled against her, and whispered in her ear. “You’re mine, Tori,” he reminded her.
She knew it right at that moment, burrowed against him as he eased out and cradled her in his arms. She knew she was his as he kissed her all over and lulled her back into a very Little state.
Would she still believe it tomorrow when she was alone and then at work? It would be weird to be away from him and have to switch into her adult persona and serve customers.
Right now, for the rest of the night, she was definitely his, and he was about to dominate her in the most delicious way.
Chapter Fifteen
“Evan, I had my doubts when you described this over the phone,” his publicist said as she turned the pages in Tori’s book. “But these are endearing and show true talent.”
Evan tried not to appear too pleased. He wasn’t sure what the final decision would be from the woman on the other side of the desk. Morgana Sellers was a shrewd businesswoman. She wouldn’t sugarcoat her opinion.
She looked up to meet his gaze. “You don’t need anything to embellish your photography, of course, but if you did, this would be a charming addition. Are you sure you want to share the limelight with someone else? I’m assuming this isn’t your own work?”
“You’re correct. It isn’t. Tori Reinhart is the artist. She’s unique and very special to me.”
“Evan, don’t let your heart get in the way of business,” Morgana warned. “That never works out well.”
“Tori isn’t a stumbling block. She’s an incredible woman and I’m lucky to have her in my life,” Evan corrected the frowning woman facing him. “Instead of looking at this as a negative, let’s turn it around. There is a demand for these books, right?”
“Definitely. You are the artist of the hour,” Morgana agreed. “People might even buy an old shoe with one of your photographs on the sole.”
Evan chuckled at her attempt to find the least desirable product to put his pictures on to sell. Not allowing her to deflect the point, he followed up with, “And you like the whimsical drawings?”
“That’s a great description. They are very whimsical. I think people will smile when they see them.”
“Then let’s give it a try.”
“Make note of this date, please. It just might be the first time I’ve caved to a photographer,” Morgana said with a laugh.
“Wow! You’re ready to get out of here, aren’t you?” Sue asked when Tori turned around to look at the clock on the wall behind the counter for the third time.
“What? No!” Tori denied, shaking her head.
“Then why are you looking at the time?” Sue probed.
“I’m supposed to go to Blaze this evening with Daddy. Um… I mean Evan.”
“I know he’s your Daddy. You can call him that around me,” Sue reassured her.
“Thanks. I didn’t really know how much you knew about Daddies and Littles,” Tori confessed in a rush of words.
“I know I’d love to find my own, but who’s looking for a thirty-six-year-old, out-of-shape Little?” Sue joked, patting her rounded hips meaningfully.
Tori didn’t laugh. She shook her head vigorously this time. “That’s not what Daddies care about. They’re looking for their Little to care for and love. The package she comes in doesn’t matter. It’s what’s inside they’re searching to find.”
“Sounds like you’ve found the perfect Daddy,” Sue changed the course of the conversation to focus back on Tori.