Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Stop looking at me like that, Mae Bug. We’ll save the belt for a punishment spanking when you know you can trust me implicitly.”
She processed his words but didn’t focus on them as those capable fingers unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down slowly. Avery moved forward but froze at her Daddy’s, “Stay there, baby.”
He pulled a silver business card case from his pocket and tossed it onto the foot of the bed as she followed his directions.
Flouncing down on the pillows, she watched her Daddy as he admired her breasts’ jiggling reaction to her movement. Ahh! Feeling daring, Avery stroked over her tummy and cupped one breast. She brushed her thumb roughly over her tight nipple as he dropped his khakis to the floor.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered abruptly as he cupped his erection through his tight boxer briefs.
“But…”
“No buts. Hands over your head. Only Daddy gets to touch your sweet body, Avery.”
Trace didn’t move toward her until she rolled to her back and pressed her hands over her head. She shifted her legs slightly apart to tease him, not needing her hands to tempt him.
“And here I thought you were a good Little girl. Turns out, you like to tease your Daddy.” Trace toed out of his shoes.
“In a good way…” Avery pointed out before losing track of whatever she was going to follow those words with when he lifted the waistband of his boxers over the bulging shaft hidden inside. She felt her mouth fall open at the sight of his cock. Instinctively, she started to move closer to him.
“On the pillows,” he barked.
Avery froze. Her eyes locked on his body, she watched him step out of his boxers and snag his socks off. When he crawled onto the bed, palming that silver case as he moved, Avery flattened herself against the bedspread. Taking her silent invitation, he prowled over her body, caging her below him.
“Good Little girls get fucked hard. Teasing Littles get driven out of their minds before they get to come,” he told her.
“You’ve already teased me,” she pointed out.
“Oh, baby. There’s touching and there’s teasing. You haven’t experienced anything yet.”
Avery felt her eyes widen as he spoke. What was he going to do to her?
“Don’t worry, Avery. Daddy’s going to make sure you enjoy every bit of his lovemaking—eventually.” He lifted his hand from the silver case now parallel to their faces and trailed one finger down the front of her body. He stopped a hair’s breadth away from her cleft before lifting it from her skin.
“No!” she protested.
“Daddy’s in charge now. I control your pleasure. I get to say when you come again. Or how many times you get to come again.”
“Don’t make me wait,” she begged, glancing down his toned body toward the thick shaft hugging his abdomen.
“Eyes on mine, Little girl,” Trace commanded. When her gaze focused on his, Trace rocked backward slightly to press a kiss between her full breasts. He maintained eye contact as he trailed scorching kisses across her skin to reach one red peak. When he focused on her nipple to draw a wet circle around it with his tongue, she couldn’t pull her gaze away even though he wasn’t watching her. She only focused on his lips teasing her breast before finally wrapping around the taut peak and sucking it into his mouth strongly. When he thrashed his captive with his hot tongue, she moaned in reaction to both the sensation and the image of him at her breast.
When he lifted his mouth abruptly from her, she arched her chest to lure him back to her. Trace simply winked and repeated his torture on the other side. He’s going to kill me with pleasure.
This time when he rose from his nibbling caresses, Trace paused. Thinking perhaps he would relent, Avery released her hands from clenching the pillow and reached for him.
“Back in position, Mae Bug,” he reminded her sternly.
“If I don’t? What are you going to do?” she challenged, rubbing her damp nipples against him.
“Go home with the vibrator I know is nestled in that drawer,” Trace told her in a tone that brooked no argument.
Slowly, she placed her hands back in his requested position. “You’re no fun.”
“I’ll show you fun, Avery,” he promised, picking up the silver case. He pulled the top section off to reveal small packets nestled inside. Choosing one, he dropped the case back to the bedspread. It landed close to her.
She raised her head to read the engraving, “Daddy.” Her gaze darted back to him. As she looked deep into his blue eyes, she understood just how vital Trace’s search for his Little girl had been.
He rose to his knees above her to cup his erection. His fingers curled around the thick shaft and pulled strongly from the root to the tip twice. She watched a bead of fluid gather at the end and licked her lips without thinking.