Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Brea pleases me with her humming and sucking, not letting any of my seed escape. She swallows me as if she’s done this dozens of times, even though I know she has never been this close to a cock before.
When my erection stops pulsing, she eases off. She doesn’t lift her head to meet my gaze like I would prefer. Instead, she drops her forehead to my groin, breathing heavily.
I suspect she’s embarrassed. We’ll work on that. She doesn’t need to be embarrassed with me, but it’s a human sensation. It will take time for her to overcome the feeling.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, stroking her head and down her braid. “I want to claim your cunt with my cock now. Are you ready for that?” I won’t finish this process of consummation if she’s not ready, but I suspect she is. I can smell her arousal. It’s stronger than ever. Her greedy pussy is probably dripping.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers against my cock.
I sit upright, reach for her, and lift her out of her nest. Turning to the side, I lower my Little mate onto her back next to me. I’ll need to be careful and support my body weight when I’m on top of her so I don’t crush her.
For a few seconds, I simply stare down into her eyes, memorizing this moment. My Little mate is squirming. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s desperate for my cock. I’m so fucking pleased.
There’s a reason we let our mates drain our morning wood before anything else. It’s keeping me in check so I don’t pounce on my girl.
I shrug out of my boxers entirely before grabbing a box of wipes so I can remove my mate’s diaper and clean her up. She doesn’t argue, but she does bite into her bottom lip and hold her breath with her face scrunched up until I’m done.
“I don’t like that diapering custom of yours, Daddy.”
I chuckle. “You’ll get used to it. You slept so hard, Little love. That’s because you didn’t have to get up in the night to pee.” I grip the inside of her thighs and push them wide before dropping down between her legs to eat my Little girl’s pussy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for hours. Her scent has been driving me bonkers for that long.
Brea grabs my shoulders as a low moan escapes her. She lifts her hips a few inches, meeting my mouth and rocking against me. It’s adorable, and I don’t stop her. I’m holding her down, so she doesn’t have enough space to do more than try to grind against my lips.
When I focus on her clit, she gasps. Her legs begin to shake. She’s already close to orgasm. Her arousal has been growing from the moment she woke up, and sucking my cock really turned her on. It wasn’t a chore. It was something she deeply craved.
I’m aware that although human females do give their husbands and boyfriends blow jobs, my understanding is that the majority of them see it more as a task. A gift for the man. Not something females usually enjoy.
It’s not like that when a human female is with her lion shifter mate. It’s not a job. It’s something she’s driven to do. My bite has caused her to crave my scent, and that includes my come—both the smell and the taste.
Brea’s fingernails dig into my shoulders as she cries out. While her body succumbs to the pleasure, I thrust two fingers into her. I’m worried about hurting her. I can’t stand the idea of seeing pain on her face.
I know it’s unavoidable to some extent. My cock is much larger than the average human man’s. Even if she’d had sex with several different human men, she still wouldn’t be prepared to take me.
My girl moans as her pussy clenches around my fingers, her orgasm prolonging from the penetration.
I scissor my fingers as wide as I can, hoping to stretch her more while she’s sated. When she goes slightly limp, I add a third finger.
She winces for a second and then relaxes. “Daddy…”
“I want to be sure you’re stretched out, Little love. My cock is big.”
“I’ll be fine, Daddy. Just do it.”
I chuckle as I remove my fingers and hold her gaze while I suck every digit clean of her juices. I take my time, prolonging her lust, watching her pant.
“How do you make something so gross look sexy?” she whispers.
I lift a brow. “Gross? Your pussy is not gross.”
She scrunches up her nose as if not believing me.
I kneel between her legs, plant my hands on either side of her head, and grin at her. “Was it gross when you sucked my cock and swallowed my seed?”
“No. That’s different.”
I lift both brows this time. “I don’t think so, Little love. I crave your cream as much as you crave my seed.”