Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
For some reason this conversation is making me wetter. I kind of like that whatever happens between us right now might not be disappointing to him.
“Do it,” I demand.
He chuckles. “So bossy.” He kisses my neck before nibbling a path to my ear, making me shiver. “You’ll only get away with that in my bed, Baby girl. Don’t get used to it.”
I whimper at the promise, my pussy growing impossibly wetter at his dominance.
When he nicks the spot behind my ear with his quill, I grab his arms. “Papi…”
His lips come back to mine, hovering over me again. “You’ll never choose when or where Papi pierces you, Baby girl. I’ll decide.”
I shiver again. His promises are also threats. They drive my arousal higher.
After another kiss, he nuzzles my neck and then kisses down between my breasts. I dig my fingers into his forearms when he pricks my nipples yet again, first one and then the other. He’s wicked.
Holding himself aloft with one hand, he reaches for my pussy with the other, strokes my folds until they part for him, and thrusts a finger into me.
I lift my hips off the bed and cry out.
“My girl is so responsive. You’ve needed this pussy filled all evening, haven’t you, Baby girl?”
I nod, unable to respond.
He watches my face as he eases that finger in and out of my channel. I’ve used dildos to simulate what it would feel like to have a man inside me, but I suspect nothing I’ve experimented with will be similar. Not unlike his lack of experience with the real deal.
“Papi…” I beg, gripping his forearm harder. My other hand has gone to his chest, which is rock hard and so smooth.
“Relax your pussy for me, Mia,” he warns before he adds a second finger.
It’s so tight that I suck in a breath and hold it.
“Keep breathing, Baby girl.” He wiggles his fingers inside me. “Don’t tense.”
It’s impossible to obey his demands.
When he scissors those fingers, I cry out from the pressure. I’ve always known my first time would hurt if I ever actually met someone with whom to have a first time. But this is going to be more than I expected.
“Mia…” he warns. “Breathe, Baby girl.”
I draw in a deep breath and release it just as he adds a third finger, taking his time, stretching me. It feels like I’ll split in two.
I bite my lip and try to keep from panicking. “Do it, Papi,” I demand again. I don’t want him to keep teasing me. I want him inside me. I want the full experience.
He pulls his fingers out and drops to his elbows alongside my shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait, Baby girl? We don’t have to do this before we leave Earth. We can wait.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to wait. I’ve never met anyone I wanted to have sex with, Papi. Please show me.”
He nuzzles my neck again. “Okay, Baby girl.” His erection lodges at my pussy without any help. His expression is strained. I’m sure he’s feeling the same intensity as me. This is a big deal for both of us.
The stretch is more than I expected, and I tip my head back and grit my teeth against the discomfort.
Suddenly Papi thrusts all the way into me.
My entire body stiffens at the intrusion, and all the oxygen leaves my lungs. A brief, sharp pain radiates though me, but it starts to subside almost as soon as it took over.
Papi’s hands come to my face, and he holds me, forcing me to look at him. “Deep breath, Little one.”
I shake my head. I can’t breathe just yet.
“Do it for Papi, Baby girl. Let your body relax around me.”
“Too much,” I finally whimper.
He kisses me. “I know, Mia. I feel it too. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you. It’s killing me. But I know this will pass. I know it because every single person has told me so. And it won’t hurt like this the next time. It’s just this once.”
Intellectually I know he’s right. I’ve always heard that too, but it’s difficult to believe at this moment. I nod, though, and draw in a slow breath as the pain changes to pressure. It’s a new kind of sensation I hadn’t expected. I’m starting to feel restless. “I need you to do it again, Papi,” I encourage, lifting my hips against him.
He smiles and blows out a breath before accommodating me by easing almost out and then back in even deeper.
I moan. Holy moly, it feels so good. Unexpectedly good.
His mouth is hanging open, and his eyes are rolled back. He likes it too.
“Do it again, Papi.”
He groans as he gives me what I want. And then again and again he thrusts, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, surprising me with each pass. I like all of it.