Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He laughs as he pulls me over him. “I love you, Amelia. I think I’ve known that from a distance for a long time, but these past few weeks have solidified that feeling. I don’t want to let another day go by without making you mine.”
“I love you, too, Noah.” I straddle his chest and sit on him, lifting my hand to look at the ring. “It’s so pretty.”
He’s smiling broadly. “We don’t have to run to the justice of the peace or anything, but I want you in my bed, Amelia. I toss and turn every night while you sleep in that crib. You can still use it for naps, but from now on at night, you’ll sleep with me.” His hands rub up and down my back.
I plant my palms on his chest and grin. “I’d like that, Daddy. Maybe we should start that now.”
Daddy arches up off the floor, taking me with him as he rises to his feet.
I giggle when he rushes from the room. He wastes no time reaching his bed and dropping me onto the middle of the mattress from high enough that I bounce.
In seconds, he has my diaper off me, and he’s climbing over me. He looks down at me. “Are you ready for this step, Amelia?”
I flatten my palms on his pecs and up around his shoulders. “We’ve had sex before, you know.” It was at the doctor’s office last week. I’ll never forget it. “And I wasn’t a virgin or anything.”
He grins. “Yeah, but I told you it wouldn’t happen again until you were wearing my ring. Do you understand why, Baby girl?”
I shake my head.
“Because I already knew you would be the most important person in my life for the rest of our time on Earth. I also know that sex with you is going to be earth shattering every time. When we’re together, it means more than any sex I’ve ever had. You’re my life, Amelia. My Little. My woman. My world. I want to be certain you agree and feel the same way before I look in your eyes and slide my cock into you again.”
Tears run out of my eyes. His words are so sweet and filled with so much love. He’s intense, and I know he always will be when it matters most. “I love you,” I tell him again.
“I love you, too.” He bends down and kisses me. He kisses me often, but this time something is different. I can feel his love as he moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss.
I grab his shirt and tug on it, wanting to pull it off him. I’m too clumsy to accomplish that, especially because he’s distracting me with his mouth. When he finally releases my lips to kiss a path to my neck, I mutter, “Naked.”
He chuckles against my ear. “So demanding.”
I grab his shirt again and pull. “Daddy…” I whine.
Noah rises up over me and pulls the cotton over his head, tossing it aside without a glance.
“Your pants, too, Daddy.”
He makes a production of slowly unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. When he shrugs them over his hips, letting his cock pop free, I lick my lips.
I reach for his length. “Can I taste you, Daddy?”
“Depends. Are you going to lick me like you did that lollipop the other day?”
I nod. “Yes, exactly like that.”
He climbs off the bed, shrugs out of the rest of his clothes, and returns to hover over me again. “In that case, yes, you may taste, but only a taste. No sucking. I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth.”
He crawls up my body, his cock bobbing in front of him. It’s an interesting position with me lying on my back and Noah bringing his cock to my mouth from above.
I slide my hands to his ass and grip his firm cheeks as he lowers his erection to my lips. The first lick from base to tip makes him moan loud enough to shake the foundation of the house.
I do it again and then a third time. It’s a heady experience. I feel powerful in a way he rarely lets me. He’s giving me this tiny bit of control, but I know it won’t last.
Sure enough, after a few more licks along his length, he growls and slides back down my body. “What a naughty girl you are.” He bends down to kiss my nipples one at a time.
I grab his biceps and arch my chest up, encouraging him to do more. I’ve learned that I love having my nipples stroked. I love everything he does to them. They’re very sensitive—partly because he keeps putting a stimulant on them. But I think the ointment is training them to stay erect and needy all the time.
I wiggle around as desperation grows while he languidly licks and suckles my titties. I’m panting when he releases one with a pop.