Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Then he starts thrusting in and out of me faster. My eyes slide closed. It feels so good. Even after my millionth orgasm, I want more. I’m going to come again. I can feel the tension growing. The slide of his cock against my channel is heavenly.
Somehow, he goes faster still until he stops, buried deep. He tips his head back and cries out his release. His body pulses and jerks, his cock throbbing so hard I can feel it. It seems like I can feel his semen filling me, too, though that’s illogical.
When he’s spent, he’s grinning. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me soundly again. “Heavens… I had no idea sex could be like that.”
I run my fingers up and down his sides. “You said you’ve had sex before.” I’m slightly confused about his relations with Venkorian women.
“Yes, but remember I told you we don’t have that kind of emotion. Our connections are purely for the purposes of orgasm. It feels good to reach that peak and get the release, but it doesn’t bind us in any way to the female and vice versa.”
I don’t have anything in my past to go by either. All I know I read in books. Zero experience and no way to be certain that anything I learned was totally accurate.
Daddy sets his hands on top of my head, using his elbows to remain aloft and keep from crushing me. He strokes my hair. “I feel so deeply for you, Luna. It’s the best feeling in the universe. It’s love. I want to cling to it and never let it go. I want to cocoon you so that nothing bad ever happens to you.”
I agree with him. “Do you think it’s from the shot?”
“No,” he says adamantly, shaking his head. “I mean, that might have caused the initial attraction, but it’s more than that. The shot made you scent me and feel drawn to me. It worked both ways. It drew me to you also. It’s primal. It may be responsible for the fact that we want to mate over and over, but it’s not forcing me to be in love with you. That’s all you.”
I smile. I like his explanation. It’s more pleasant than thinking it could have been like this with any man if they’d injected me with another’s essence. I like to think there’s a reason Julan was the one who bought me. I like to think we fell in love separately and not just from the physical connection.
EIGHTEEN
“I want my come to stay inside you,” he growls.
“I like it there, too.”
“I’m glad I can’t impregnate you. It would scare me to death for you to be pregnant with my young.”
“I’m glad, too.” I want to be his Little pet forever. That would change if we had a baby.
“When I pull out, I’m going to diaper you. I will not clean you up first. You’ll sleep with my essence dripping out of your cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His words are so dirty. My already sated body flinches and squeezes around him.
He smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet? You like the idea of my come coating your pussy while you sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my cheeks burning.
When he pulls out of me, I feel bereft. I’m suddenly cold and oddly lonely. He’s right here, sliding off the bed, dragging me to the edge, putting a diaper under me. He’s still touching me, but I want him inside me. I miss him.
In seconds, I’m wrapped up in the soft diaper. He kisses all over my tummy, my breasts, my face, and my mouth.
I cling to him, worried he’s going to send me to my kennel, and I’ll be alone.
After nuzzling my neck, he stands, pulls on his shorts, and then growls as he scoops me into his arms, cradling me. He carries me to the kitchen and fixes me a bottle while I snuggle into him, grateful he’s going to feed me. That will buy me more time with him touching me.
I burrow into him when he sits and take my time sucking, my gaze locked on his, my fingers wrapped around one of his. I squirm and whimper every time he strokes one of my nipples. He’s teasing me, keeping me on edge, making me want him more.
When the bottle is empty, he replaces it with a pacifier and rocks me against him for a long time. All the while, he brushes stray hairs from my face, stares into my eyes, and breathes heavily.
I think he’s reluctant to part from me, too. Will it make a difference?
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, stroking my face. “Your skin is so perfect. I could touch it all day and never get any work done.”
I can’t respond. I’m not meant to. When he plugs my mouth, he intends for me to stay quiet. I’m not permitted to take my pacifier out unless I’m in my kennel and have permission to remove it to eat.