Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Please,” she begged against the covers.
“What do you want, baby girl?”
“Touch me more, please? Spank me harder? I need something,” she whispered, still hiding her face from him.
“Let’s take this thong off,” he suggested. Without waiting for her approval, Trace slid the flimsy lace down her thighs. “Are you okay, Little girl?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” she squirmed, treating him to increasingly intimate views as she moved.
“That’s my good girl. Sometimes, spankings are good for Little girls. I think you deserve a reward for being so brave. What do you think?” Trace checked with her as he’d promised.
“Yes!”
He swatted her now pale pink skin a bit stronger and immediately stroked his fingers down the seam of her pussy to dip them into the increasing wetness. “You are so wet, Mae Bug. Do you like your spanking?” he asked, sliding through her pink folds to trace her slit and brush over her clit.
“Daddy!” she moaned, widening her legs as far as the thong would allow her to grant him access.
Mentally, Trace filed away the delightful picture of the sweet display before him. He lifted his hand from her skin and delivered a firm swat to her pussy.
“Yes!” she moaned against the bedspread.
“Let me see your face, Avery. I need to make sure you’re okay,” he requested, returning to pleasuring her with his fingers.
When she didn’t follow his directions immediately, he began to count down, “Three. Two. One,” before raising his hand from her body.
“No!” she cried, looking over her shoulder at him. “Don’t stop!” Passion and need shone from her pleading eyes.
Trace rewarded her compliance by resuming his caresses. He allowed two fingers to dip into her heat and her body clamped down on him to keep him from withdrawing. Pressing in farther, he explored her silken walls, searching for the most pleasurable spots.
When she rocked against his fingers, Trace deepened his strokes and brushed his finger over that tight bundle of nerves. From the small quivers of her body around him, he knew she was close. Lifting his other hand from its position supporting her sagging body under her abdomen, Trace swatted her bottom sharply. His handprint stood out distinctively on her skin for the first time.
“Oh!” she cried out into the room as the air gushed from her lungs and her body froze in place.
He watched her expression as the climax seized her body. Her eyes clenched shut and Avery collapsed from her kneeling position. Trace would allow her to move without permission this time. She would soon learn that only when he was finished with her would she be allowed to leave the position he had placed her in. He shook his head at the wannabe Daddy who had found her first. Trace would need to erase many memories from her mind. Fortunately, replacing negative practices with beneficial ones would be a pleasure to him.
Trace eased his erection that tented his pants slightly to the side before scooping her up into his arms and sitting down on the bed with her cradled against him. Rocking her gently, he rubbed her back as he pressed a kiss to her lips.
Chapter Eight
Avery had other ideas on her mind than being comforted. “Help me.” She tugged the panties around her thighs down off her legs with his assistance and shifted to straddle his thighs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned forward to taste him. Her tongue tangled with his, showing Trace her need. When she discovered his thick erection pushing desperately against his zipper, Avery rubbed her pussy against him. He wanted her as much as she needed more.
She ripped her mouth from his and requested, “Make love to me.”
“There’s no going back from here if we have sex. You’re my Little girl and I’m your Daddy,” he warned.
Nodding enthusiastically, she pressed her mouth to his and whispered, “Daddy, please,” against his lips.
Without another word, Trace leaned back to slide his hands under the delicate, almost-there fabric. He raised it as his hands stroked up her sides. When Avery lifted her arms to allow him to pull it over her head, he tugged the filmy material off.
As soon as the nightie floated toward the floor, Avery pulled his new police polo from his waistband. Her hands explored his skin as he drew the shirt over his head. She loved that he allowed her to play. Impishly her fingers tweaked his tightly budded nipples, drawing a groan from his full lips.
“You, Little girl, are a handful,” Trace growled as he wrapped his arms around her tightly to lift her up so he could rise athletically from the bed. He set her on her hands and knees on the mattress and gave her a playful slap on the bottom. “Go lie on the covers and be good for Daddy.”
Bolting forward, she scrambled over the bedspread as she kept an eye on him behind her. She’d just reached the pillows and turned to curl onto her side to watch him as he pulled his belt free from his belt loops. Heat flared between her legs as she thought of him using it on her. He wouldn’t just make it hurt. Her new Daddy would make it so good.