Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I should be more nervous. It’s far too large to fit inside me. But the only thing I’m feeling is lust. I want him inside me. Now.
Suddenly he drops a hand by my head and leans over so far that his shaft is inches from my face. I stare in awe at the drop of come leaking from the slit on the head. I want to kiss the tip, but I don’t dare.
Finally Papi clears his throat. “Lick it, Baby girl. Taste my essence.”
He leans closer, and I lift my head, eager to do just that, taste him. He moans as I stick out my tongue and drag it through the slit. My eyes flutter shut as the salty musk that is my Papi fills my senses. It was a small taste, but he’s right, it was enough to make me deliriously horny.
I want more. It seems like I might actually die if I don’t get to suck on him. But he pulls away and drops his erection between my thighs. It lines up with my pussy perfectly as though it belongs there.
As I wrap my legs around his thighs, Papi threads our fingers together and holds my hands down above my head. He stares into my eyes and thrusts forward.
All the air leaves my lungs as he fills me. It’s too tight, too much. But at the same time, the intense stretch feels so good. It hurts in a way that makes me want more. My channel throbs around his erection.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, thrusting deeper. I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but I was wrong. He does it again, pushing farther into me.
I whimper when he slides almost out, wanting him back. And he obliges me by slamming in again. So full. It’s like we’re one being instead of two. Nothing in my life has prepared me for this total ecstasy. I never want it to end.
When Papi grinds the base of his shaft against my clit, I come harder than any previous orgasm I’ve had tonight. It’s a totally different release with my pussy gripping at him. It’s like my body is milking him, holding on to him, unwilling to release him.
Either my orgasm doesn’t end or another one follows. I can’t tell. I don’t care.
Papi growls loud enough to wake the dead, his entire body stiffening as he holds himself as deep as possible.
I can feel his release, the pulsing of his shaft inside me as he finds his pleasure. I swear his come makes everything even tighter as if there’s too much of it. He holds very still for long seconds and then pulls out quickly on a sigh.
Chapter Nine
Bailey
Immediately I miss him. When he releases my hands, I reach for him. “No. Papi, no. Please…” My pussy throbs with need as if it’s completely unsatisfied. His come runs out of me, and I reach between my legs to touch it, gathering it on my fingers and bringing it to my mouth. I don’t want it to escape. I want it to stay inside me. If it’s going to run out, then I want to lick it up.
I cry out as Papi tucks his arms under me and lifts me off the bed. Squirming in his arms, I keep touching myself, rubbing my pussy. I’m so horny I can’t think. Why did he stop fucking me?
A small part of me deep inside giggles as I think that word. Fuck. I’ve never used it in my life. I’m too much of a good girl. But I need him to fuck me again.
I suck my fingers and rub my pussy yet again, partially aware that water is running. Why? And then I’m being lowered into it. Into the basin in the kitchen.
Whimpering, I try to focus, but I’m too confused. “I don’t need a bath, Papi,” I whine. “I need you to fuck me again.”
He chuckles, probably at my crude language. Before I know it, he has my wrists secured to the sides of the basin just like he did while we were still in his apartment above Club Zoom. Water is sloshing around me, splashing him and the entire counter and probably the floor.
It’s because I’m bucking and writhing.
Papi pulls the nozzle from the end of the basin and holds it up to my pussy, spraying directly against my sensitive skin. With his other hand, he squirts soap onto his palm and then begins to wash between my legs.
Eventually the frenzy subsides, and I’m left panting, my hair wild around me. I’m like a feral animal, desperate and confused.
“That’s my good girl,” Papi praises. “Deep breaths.”
Suddenly I remember what he told me before we had sex. I shake my hair away from my face and look at him. “Oh.”
He smiles, still washing my pussy. “You are the single best thing that’s ever happened to me, Baby girl.”