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)
“Positive, Little love.”
She releases my wrists.
I chuckle. “May I touch my Little girl’s pussy now?”
“Yes, please.” She squirms, wiggling her ass against my cock.
I’m smiling so broadly my face is going to hurt as I drag my fingertips closer to her pussy. I tease the sensitive skin on either side of her folds, not touching her where she most craves contact.
She grips my thighs and lifts her hips. “Daddy…”
“What do you need, Little love?”
“Your cock, Daddy.”
I chuckle again. I love when she talks dirty. It’s not natural for her, so it’s a sweet, musical sound.
Finally, I put her out of her misery by thrusting a finger into her pussy while rubbing her clit.
Brea screams as she comes. That was all she needed to reach orgasm.
As the waves subside, I remove my finger, grip her hips, and lift her up.
My girl whimpers as I turn her around. “Straddle Daddy, Little love. I want you to ride my cock.”
Her eyes go wide, and she grabs my shoulders. “What?”
I lower her so that her pussy presses against the side of my dick. “First, I think you should make yourself come again, and then you can take me inside you.”
She glances down. “What do you mean?”
Her innocence is precious. “Rub your pussy against Daddy’s cock until you come, then lift up a few inches. My shaft will pop up, and you can impale yourself on me while you’re still pulsing.”
She arches her body and gasps. “Oh…”
I watch her as she discovers this new position. Fuck, I love her. So much it hurts. There’s no need to give her further instructions. She grinds her little clit against me, sloshing water over the edges of the tub, until she tips her head back and cries out her release.
I help her by lifting her hips just enough to line up with her entrance, but Brea doesn’t need me to do more. She takes control, thrusting downward, impaling herself.
The low moan that comes out of her makes me even harder. She’s so precious bobbing up and down on me, her breasts bouncing, her lips parted, her eyes glassy.
I won’t last long. There’s no way. It will be weeks before I’ll be able to control myself and take longer to please my girl, and that’s if we have sex several times a day, which we will.
Brea’s fingers dig into my chest, and she purrs adorably, arching her chest forward, her head tipped to the ceiling. This is how I know she’s about to come again, and it takes me with her. The second she starts milking my cock, I explode inside my girl.
There are no words. She’s perfection. I’m the luckiest lion shifter alive.
Chapter Nineteen
Brea
I can’t stop grinning. I’m so happy. I still have concerns about what will happen when the police find Mitchel’s body, but Daddy isn’t worried, so there’s no reason for me to panic. He’s got this. He’s got everything.
When we finally get out of the bath, he pats me dry, makes me pee, and brushes my teeth. The man is so controlling that he brushes my teeth for me.
I’m naked as he guides me into the bedroom. So is he. I love his naked body. It’s like a work of art. I especially love the way his hair brushes his shoulders in waves. I want to run my hands through it, and I have.
Daddy lifts me onto the bed. “Center, Little love.”
I crawl into the middle while he turns off the lights, leaving us in the faint glow from the nightlight. Without a word, he diapers me and then settles against the headboard to feed me a bottle.
It’s still weird, but not as unnerving as it was last night. Apparently this is going to be a ritual. Honestly, it’s soothing. I like the way he holds me and how he looks at me. I know I can count on this special time with him at the end of every day, even if we’re too busy to spend much time together that day.
When the bottle is gone, I ask him, “What will I do when you work?”
“You’ll stay here in the cabin, Little love. You’ll keep it locked, and you won’t step one foot outside unless it’s on fire or the roof collapses from an earthquake.”
“Can’t I help you do your job?”
He chuckles. “Logging? That’s a job for very strong men, not Little girls.”
“Maybe you have an office where someone has to do bookwork?” I ask, hopefully.
He stares at me, smiling. Finally he rubs his jaw. “We do have a trailer where we handle paperwork.”
I perk up. “I’m a fast learner. I could help out.”
He seems to think about my suggestion. “Perhaps. We’ll see. For now, you’ll stay in the cabin. I’ll discuss that possibility with my brothers.”
I sit up even taller. “So that’s a maybe? And maybes sometimes become yeses!”