Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Relax, Dinorosa. You’ll struggle to take this if you tense your muscles.” Before she could panic, he parted her buttocks and spread the slick lubricant over her small rosette. Pressing his finger into her bottom, Street didn’t hesitate. He smoothed the mixture across the nerve-rich opening and her inner walls, taking his time and watching her reactions. Soon she pushed her bottom back toward his hand as he swirled his finger into her tight entrance. When she accepted one finger easily, he added a second to prepare her.
Taking his time, Street wanted to make this good for her. Her tight channel squeezed his fingers, making him imagine his cock inside her instead. Damn! That was going to happen.
He shifted his stance, trying to relieve the pressure building against his fly as he caressed her. Fuck! My cock is going to tear a hole in my jeans.
“Daddy!” she moaned.
The desire in her voice boosted the heat already brewing inside Street. “I know, Baby girl. I’m going to make the ache better.”
“Please,” she begged.
Street picked up the suppository, slid his fingers from her, and immediately pressed the rounded tip of the medicine to her tight ring of muscles. She clenched her bottom at the feel of the cool intruder.
“No, Daddy. Fingers.”
“Daddy will touch you more in a minute,” he promised as he pushed the dose into her heat. He could feel her straining to rid her body of the medicine. “You’re being bad, Little girl. Daddy’s going to have to keep his fingers in your bottom until you relax.”
He turned his arm slightly, dragging his work-roughened thumb over her rosette. “Daddy needs to check that you’re tolerating your medicine, Dinorosa. Spread your thighs for me.”
She shook her head, refusing. Street delivered a firm spank on her bottom, loving the look of the pink mark that rose on her skin. Immediately, she flung her legs apart, displaying her inner thighs that shone with her juices. Rosa was soaked. His Little girl was enjoying his touch. She’s perfect for me.
“That’s my good girl. Leave them apart,” he said firmly, continuing to caress her bottom entrance with his fingers as he held the medicine deep inside her.
Street traced her nether lips, dipping into the wetness. He teased her clit with an ultrasoft brushing touch until her breath sounded rough and her hips moved restlessly. “Daddy,” she moaned.
“Are you going to be good and allow the medicine to stay inside you? I could get a thick plug from Razor to fill your opening to prevent you from being naughty. That device would be much wider than my fingers.” He separated his digits slightly to emphasize his words.
“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
“Thank you, Dinorosa.” Street treasured each time she called him Daddy.
His Little girl deserved a reward. Street increased his caresses. She responded beautifully. He loved to watch her face contract and her expression turn blissful as she came. Those cute pleasure sounds made his cock strain against his jeans. If only he had time to jerk off before reporting to work.
As her climax waned, his strokes gentled. After sliding his fingers from her, Street cleaned the lubricant from his skin before removing her juices from her inner thighs. Rosa didn’t protest his aftercare but relaxed completely on the beautiful bed. Soon, she napped soundly on her tummy.
Street spread a light throw over her bare skin. The soft material wasn’t her blankie but would hopefully serve as a comfortable substitute for her. Walking away from his Little girl to return to work challenged Street more than anything else had in his life.
As he dragged himself down the hallway, Razor met him. “She will sleep for several hours. I’ll send a message when she wakes.”
“Thank you, Razor.” When his MC brother nodded, Street forced himself to return to work. If Razor made a promise, he would deliver on his word.
A few minutes later, Street climbed onto his forklift. His stomach growled ferociously. He dismissed his hunger pains. Taking care of his Little girl was much more important. He’d survive.
Wraith flagged him down as Street toggled the lever to lift the load he’d abandoned without a second thought when he’d heard Rosa was in the medical center. “Hey, Wraith. What’s up?” Expecting to be censured for leaving abruptly, Street hoped his MC brother would understand.
“Eat this,” the big man said, throwing a protein bar at him. Wraith waited until Street bit off a big portion. “Lucien’s special shipment came in. The packing containers are fortified to stabilize the contents, but the load needs a soft touch. You’re the best at maintaining a steady transport to the storage area. Are you up for it?”
Street immediately straightened in his seat. He’d worked hard to develop his skills to benefit the Devil Daddies’ interests. Having them acknowledged felt amazing instead of the complaint about his absence Street had feared. “I’m good, Wraith. What am I moving?”