Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“No play tonight, Little panda. You’re too tired,” Milo soothed her. “Just let Daddy take care of you.”
A big yawn surprised her. Riley was used to late nights but today had been a torturous day. Between the late night designing her new project, the skirmish at the garage, and her spanking, she was exhausted. She just let her Daddy clean her completely. Relaxing against his arm, Riley didn’t worry about getting him wet. She knew he didn’t care.
When she yawned again, a thought popped into her mind. “How did you know my favorite color is red?”
“Red bra and panties, red ink all over you but especially in your rose tattoos that mean so much to you, red car with a red splotch of spray paint, red phone case, red lipstick,” he listed for her. “I figured that one out pretty quickly. I’m going to concentrate on red cupcakes now to figure out your favorite. Maybe strawberry.”
“No way,” she said before realizing she was giving him information.
“I’ll have to take that off my list.”
“You’re tricky, Daddy.”
“I have to stay on my toes to keep up with you, panda bear.”
He brushed the cloth between her legs to wash away the evidence of her desire on her upper thighs and pink folds and cleaned her carefully between her buttocks.
“Ouch, Daddy. My butt hurts.”
“I would suggest you don’t earn any more spankings for a while. Your brain is a bit more stubborn than your tushie. By the time you decided to relent, your bottom had paid the price.”
She nodded slowly before letting him help her out of the tub. Milo wrapped her in the thirsty, soft towel and gently dried her skin. “Let’s get you in bed, Riley. Do you sleep better in a T-shirt or in your skin?”
Yawn! “T-shirt, Daddy.”
After picking up Pandy, Riley followed the handsome man into the master bedroom and waited as he pulled a shirt from a drawer. After helping her into the oversized garment, Riley let her Daddy tuck her into bed. She snuggled into the soft sheets and rolled onto her side around the sweet stuffie. Closing her eyes, she drifted into sleep as her Daddy moved quietly around the room.
Chapter Thirteen
“Mmm.” Riley wiggled against the hard body she was pressed tightly against.
Warm kisses seared the skin of her throat as a whiskery jaw brushed against her in a pleasurable pain sensation. Hot breath wafted over her collarbone as she blinked her eyelids open into the early morning light.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“There better not be anyone else touching you, Little girl,” Milo growled as he slid a hand down Riley’s side to cup her bottom, giving one cheek a slight warning squeeze.
“Ouch! You have hard hands, Daddy.” She paused for a second as Milo moved lower in the bed. He eased her T-shirt up over her head, captured her nipple, and pulled it firmly into his mouth. Riley felt his hard shaft thrust against her thigh as he shifted one powerful leg between hers. Unable to resist, she moved her pelvis against him as the desire she always seemed to feel around him ignited.
She froze against his powerful frame as he rolled her nipple between his white teeth. Delicious sensations blended with a hint of pain to make her instantly wet. Her breath gushed from her lips as his hand stroked over her stomach to tease her silky pubic hair.
I want this so bad. I want him so bad.
“Please,” she begged, surprised by the need echoing in her voice. Her eyes met his as Milo lifted his head.
“Shh, panda girl. I’m going to make it all better,” he promised, tracing the line between her lower lips—just a whisper of a touch at first before dipping between them to explore her pink folds. His hard thigh held her legs apart, creating space for him to play.
Milo turned his attention to her other breast. After pressing kisses to the sensitive bottom of the swell, he tasted her. His hum of delight sent vibrations through her delicate flesh. With a swirl of his tongue over her beaded nipple, he shifted farther down her body, continuing his path of searing kisses pressed against her skin.
When he reached her mound, she shivered at the feel of his whiskers softly abrading her inner thighs. He pressed his lips just above her cleft. She couldn’t take any more. She wanted him now. Riley weaved her fingers through his thick dark brown hair to tug his head up slightly. “Daddy, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
Passion turned his brown eyes darker as Milo met her beseeching gaze. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees. One leg still pressed firmly against her, intimately holding her in place.
Riley widened her legs silently, offering herself to him. She reached up to stroke her hands over his powerful shoulders and chest, feeling the strength coiled inside his frame. Her Daddy was in prime physical condition. Riley wasn’t a snob about extra weight or trouble areas. Heavens knew she had parts of her body she wouldn’t display publicly. She knew what was inside the person was more important than their outside packaging. Milo had it all—Daddy protectivity and values, emotionally available and interested, fascinating personality, drop-dead gorgeous. He was the total package she’d always fantasized about finding.