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)
He lets me. He says nothing while I explore. I know it’s hard for him because his breathing is erratic, and his hands are fisted at his sides. Still, he lets me.
I stroke a finger up one side of his shaft. The skin is so smooth. The tip is broader than the shaft, like a mushroom. There’s a white substance dripping out of the slit at the top. I know it’s semen. I’m not that naïve. I also remember Clara and Eden warned me about what would happen if I touch it, so I don’t.
My instinct is to taste it, though. I want to flick the tip with my tongue and bring his essence into my mouth. I wonder if it will be salty. I’ve always heard semen is salty.
Papi brings his hands to my head. He gently pulls my pigtails free before running his fingers through the length. It’s longer, healthier, and so much thicker than it was on Earth. That’s one of the weirdest changes in my body. The feel of him stroking it calms me.
“I’m the luckiest Papi alive,” he whispers.
I tip my head back and smile at him. “I’m the luckiest Little girl.” When I shudder, my piercings jiggle in front of me, making me aware of them. Every time I move, they sway, and the sensation is maddening. I’m worried this tremendous need I feel will not be abated just because we have sex.
What will happen tomorrow? Will I wake up to find my nipples tingling so badly that I can’t keep my fingers off them?
I can’t resist tasting Papi’s erection. I wrap one hand around his shaft and lean forward to lick along the smooth skin. My fingers don’t even come together around him. That’s how thick he is.
“Janelle…” His voice is rough. “Don’t let my come get in your mouth, Baby girl.”
“I won’t, Papi. Clara and Eden warned me.”
He chuckles. “What else did those two naughty girls tell you?” He’s distracting both of us. I know it’s so that we don’t get carried away and start fucking like animals. That’s what I feel like doing, and I assume he does, too.
I dance a finger along the ridge of his cock head, loving the way he shudders. “They told me your come will drive me crazy with need, and you’ll have to wash it off as soon as possible.”
“That’s right, Little one.”
I tip my head back. “They told me it will linger, though, because you won’t be able to get all of it out of me.”
“Also true.”
I feel exceptionally naughty for some reason, so I say, “They told me after we’ve had sex, you’ll expect me to suck your shaft as deep as I can and swallow your come several times a day.”
His eyes bug out, and his jaw drops. His expression is priceless.
“I’m just kidding, Papi. They didn’t say anything about blowjobs, but can I? Can I suck your cock sometimes?”
He grabs the back of my neck and leans toward me. “I’m going to let you cuss when we’re about to fuck only because it’s so sexy while we’re hot and heavy, but, Little girl, do not think for one moment I will allow you to use words like fuck or cock when we’re not both naked. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m pleased. I like this banter. I like his growly, bossy self interjecting to give me permission to use my potty mouth in bed.
He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. “Look at me, Baby girl.” His voice is softer, tinged with sex, but softer.
I meet his gaze. It hasn’t escaped my notice that I’m on my knees in front of him. He’s on his knees, too, but he’s two and a half feet taller than me. Plus, I’m sitting back on my feet. I’m in the most submissive position imaginable with my head tipped back almost painfully in his grip. Even though I can’t see my breasts from this position, I’m more than aware of them. Every single tiny movement makes the stones sway, tugging on my nipples. It’s erotic and so titillating.
Papi is gigantic in front of me. Dominance wafts off him. It’s so potent surely everyone who lives within a mile can sense it, smell it. But he’s mine. He’s my Papi. He’s going to turn my world upside down tonight, and neither of us will ever be the same.
I’m scared, but mostly because I know we’ll be different tomorrow. We’ll see things differently. We’ll be stronger as a couple. That thought is almost impossible to fathom. I’ve never met a single couple on Earth with a bond as strong as ours is now, and that’s before we’ve had sex.
I’m not afraid of the pain. It will hurt for a minute, but it will go away. I’m more worried about the intensity of the emotions that already consume me and are going to grow so much stronger. How can I love someone this much? How much more can I love him? What will that feel like?