Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
When she clenches her small arms around me, it’s life-affirming. She will never be strong enough to actually strain my neck. She can grip as hard as she wants. Every time she does so, I smile inside. I know it’s not healthy for her to have trouble separating from me. I know we have to continue to work on this issue. But inside, it pleases me deeply that she’s so attached that she can’t stand for me to put her down.
Her touch is my entire world. Her need is a balm to my soul. I’ll never tire of her desire to run into my arms if we live five hundred years.
We have to get through one more hurdle. Soon, we need to consummate our mating. It’s not healthy for either of us to put it off. With every passing day, my urge to mate her grows stronger. She feels the same. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know. I’m the one who changes her diapers. I’m the one who sees how soaked her pussy is and how swollen her labia is. I see her clit throbbing from under the hood without me touching it.
When I bathe her, I have to restrain her hands to keep her from touching herself. Plus, I worry she might arch so hard and so fast that she flies out of the basin. That’s how hard she squirms.
I work the dilator into her pussy and her bottom several times a day. She looks forward to it. She won’t say that out loud, but she deflates a bit when I forgo the activity. She doesn’t realize that I can feel her pulse pick up when she’s aroused, nor that I know exactly what makes her the horniest.
She likes it when I stretch her cunt. She bucks and arches. I have to keep a hand on her pelvis to hold her down. She would be embarrassed to know that I’m well aware she likes having her bottom penetrated even more. I suspect it’s because it’s so naughty by human standards. Her humiliation fuels her arousal. It’s adorable.
She needs me inside her as badly as I need to penetrate her. It’s not something either of us has experienced before. We’ll learn together, but it’s as natural as breathing. I can feel that inside me, too.
Janelle finally squirms and blinks her eyes open. She looks confused for several seconds, her brow furrowed as she glances around.
I smile as I pop her pacifier out. “Hey, Baby girl.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“Seemed like a hundred years. I missed you.”
She giggles, the sweet tinkling sound making my heart race. “Papi…”
“You slept about six hours. It’s late afternoon.”
“I fainted, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. I think you were overwhelmed. It was the same thing that happened to you in Club Zoom. I think it’s your body’s way of dealing with being stressed. It shuts down, rejuvenates. How do you feel?”
She pushes to sitting on my lap, her gaze jerking down when she remembers what stressed her out. She inhales deeply and holds it while she pulls her shoulders back.
I hold my breath, too. I’m going to kick myself if she’s upset about the piercings. I hope I didn’t pressure her too soon. My gut tells me this was the right choice, that waiting any longer was contributing to her separation anxiety.
She absentmindedly reaches up with both hands as if to touch the piercings.
I stop her, capturing her wrists with one hand and pulling them down to her lap. “No touching, naughty girl.”
Her essence fills the room. It’s so potent and so fast that my cock goes rock hard.
She stares at her nipples, breathing heavily.
I hold her wrists in one hand and lift the other to cradle the dangling cinnabar stone. “You are the prettiest Little girl on Eleadia, Janelle, and these are the sexiest nipple piercings I’ve ever seen.”
She inhales sharply and shudders.
I wait with bated breath to find out what her reaction will be. Meanwhile, I touch her engorged nipple with my thumb. “Are you in any pain, Baby girl?”
She shakes her head. “No, Papi.” Her voice is soft. It gives nothing away. I shift my attention to her face. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip.
I lower my gaze back to her nipple and gently spin the hoop through the tiny hole.
Janelle’s breath hitches, followed by her arching her breast toward me and whimpering.
“Does that feel good, Baby girl?” I smile. I can’t help myself. I’m fucking pleased.
“Yes, Papi.” Her words are breathy. “Do it again.”
I slowly ease the hoop around and around, watching as her nipple grows larger, engorging more by the second.
Janelle moans.
My cock is going to expand out of my pants. I need to torment her more while she’s so receptive to the idea, so I drop her nipple and her wrists to lift her into my arms. I stand and hurry from the nursery to enter the master bedroom.