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)
“Janelle…”
The one word is spoken with so much reverence. It empowers me. Suddenly I realize he may dominate nearly every aspect of my life, and I will enjoy it, but when he’s inside me, he will lose himself. I might also lose myself at times, but there will always be this moment when I look at him and know he’s at my mercy.
I stare at his face, contorted as if he’s in pain, while I know it’s actually bliss. He needs me to move. He needs the friction. I sense that as if he’s spoken it. Or maybe it’s just that I need it, too.
As soon as I think I have control, I use my feet to lift up several inches, plant my hands on his chest, and slam back down. I cry out, and this time it’s because every nerve ending in my body is screaming with pleasure—not just the nerves inside my vagina.
Papi sets his hands on my hips, lightly, not pushing or pulling. His kindness drives my arousal higher.
I lift and lower again. All of the pain is gone. It’s tight, but so good. I still might pass out. From pleasure.
His come is on my skin, inside and out. It’s not a full load of his semen, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I start bobbing up and down, needing more. The pressure. The tightness. The scent of him in the air. I’m breathing in his essence. It’s the first time I’ve been aware of having heightened senses.
I ride him. My breasts bouncing, the stones swaying wildly. Every time he’s fully impaled, my clit rubs against the base of his shaft. It makes my breath hitch.
Needing more, I drop to my knees, rock forward, and grind my clit against his pelvis. My orgasm washes through me with such force I can hardly focus. I tip my head back and scream as I come harder than ever.
Papi’s fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady. I’m not at all sure I’ve given him what he likes, but a deep rumble rises out of his chest, startling me as my pussy pulses around his cock.
Papi cries out, tilting his hips up as the rest of his body goes stiff. I don’t know if it’s realistic, but I swear I can feel his cock emptying deep inside me.
For the briefest second, I panic. We didn’t use a condom. But then I remember we’re not compatible. I can’t get pregnant. Relief washes through me.
I’m whimpering. My body keeps jerking from aftershocks. My hands can’t hold me up. My arms are threatening to collapse.
Papi has me, though. He holds my waist, keeping me from faceplanting on his chest. When he tries to lift me off his shaft, I scream. The slight friction is all I need for my body to return to full-blown need. Somehow my pussy hasn’t gotten the memo that I’ve come three times.
I’m on fire. My skin is crawling with the need to fuck again.
Papi yanks me off his erection, rocks forward in one motion, and rises from the bed, still holding me.
My eyes roll back, and I writhe in his grip. “Papi…more.” I can’t think. Why am I so needy?
I hear the water running. Is he thirsty?
I cry out when my bottom hits cold water, trying to buck out of his grip.
He has me, though. He’d never let me go. He’d never risk me falling to the floor. I’m up so high. He’s holding me in the basin.
Cool water hits my pussy. When I try to close my legs, Papi orders, “Knees open, Janelle. Wider.”
I obey him because it’s what I do even though my brain is shouting to ignore his order and pull my thighs together.
“That’s a good girl.” Papi is holding the sprayer between my legs, angling it directly at my pussy.
I start shaking as my adrenaline rush eases back. I look around and remember that I knew this would happen. Clara and Eden told me about the frenzy and the fact that Papi would bathe me. I don’t think they adequately prepared me for this moment.
“Deep breaths, Little one. Look at Papi.”
He’s smiling as I meet his gaze.
“Such a good girl.” He continues to wash his semen off me, letting it run down the drain.
Eventually, I’m able to focus better, and I let the tension ease from my body. Papi turns off the water, grabs a towel, and lifts me out of the basin as he wraps it around me. Holding me close, he carries me back into the bedroom, deposits me on the bed, tosses the towel aside, and climbs in with me.
I’m dazed and confused as he wraps his body around mine and tucks covers around us. He kisses my temple and rubs my arm.
I realize my teeth are chattering. I’m freezing.
“I’ve got you, Baby girl.” He holds me so close, rubbing my arms.