Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I moan as I arch my chest and tip my head back.
Suddenly he thrusts all the way home.
I cry out. I’m so full. It feels so good. I’m connected to him. We’re one. It’s not him and me. It’s us. One entity that’s solid and secure. Nothing can break us apart.
“Fuck, Layla,” he growls. “You’re so tight. I’m not going to last.” He pulls almost out and thrusts back in, deeper. It’s heaven. Maybe I did die and go to heaven. Now that my body is fully healed and nothing hurts, all I feel is pure bliss. This is heaven.
Daddy drops lower, supporting himself on his elbows now. His mouth comes to mine, taking, claiming, devouring me. He leaves me dizzy.
Meanwhile, he eases in and out of me, harder and deeper. Every inch of him is mine. Every inch of me is his.
Theo slides one hand down between us, finds my clit, and rubs it. “Come for me, Baby girl. Come around my cock. I want to feel your pussy pulsing before I find my release.”
My body shudders a moment before my orgasm drags me under. I’m falling, falling, falling… I’m like a feather blowing off the top of a building, gliding downward with the waves of my release.
“That’s my girl.” Daddy keeps his fingers on my clit, rubbing it steadily while he cries out. He drives his cock deep and holds it. I can feel the pulses inside me as he comes.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Yours,” I agree without hesitation.
Chapter Fourteen
I wake up in the early morning. I’m surrounded by Daddy’s arms and legs. I’m hot, but that’s okay. I’m cocooned. I’m loved. I’m so happy.
We never got dressed yesterday. After Daddy claimed me, he kept me naked for the rest of the day. He brought us a spread of finger foods for dinner in bed. We laughed, we watched some television, we talked, and we fucked three more times.
I’m sore, but it’s the good kind of sore. Yesterday was the best day ever. All the rest of my days will be amazing, but I’ll never forget yesterday. The first day of our forever.
Daddy kisses my neck. His voice is sleepy as he speaks, “You’re grinning, Little one.”
It’s too dark for him to see my face, but he’s got a sixth sense when it comes to me. I’ll never understand it. “I am,” I admit.
His hands cinch me in tighter, and he growls against my neck. “You’re never leaving our bed.”
I giggle. “I need to pee, though.”
He chuckles, causing us both to shake. “Okay, but I’m going with you. You’re never leaving my sight.”
“Don’t you have to work today?” I tease.
He groans. “Oh, right. Work. Don’t they know I can’t work anymore because I’m in love and I don’t want to leave my girl?”
I giggle as I turn my body so I can face him. It’s not easy. It seems like he has twenty limbs wrapped around me like vines, and he’s reluctant to give me an inch.
“Also I’m hungry.”
He smiles. I can just make out the corners of his mouth lifting in the dim light. “How about if I diaper you and make you a bottle? That way you don’t have to get out of bed.”
I nod. That sounds like a great idea. The suggestion also drags my Little to the surface. Apparently he feels the need to Daddy me this morning.
He kisses all over my face before he slides off the edge of the bed. I giggle when he drags me closer, turning me sideways. He turns on the lamp, lifts my hips, and slides a diaper under me.
I watch him through squinted eyes as he meticulously examines my folds and puts diaper cream on me. He’s concerned I’ll be sore. He said so last night. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s Daddying so hard this morning.
After he secures the diaper around me, he kisses my tummy and scoots me back to the middle of the bed. “Stay in the center while I’m gone so you don’t fall, Baby girl.”
Yeah, he’s in full Daddy mode. I love it when he gets all bossy, especially when it’s irrational like worrying about me falling off the bed. I can’t stop grinning while he’s gone, and I stare at the doorway the entire time, counting the seconds until he returns.
I breathe better as soon as he’s back in the room.
He climbs up and settles against the headboard, drawing me into his lap so he can feed me. He loves to feed me. Most of the food that enters my mouth comes from his hand offering it, but bottle feeding me is his favorite.
While I suckle, he strokes my hair and lets his gaze roam all over me as if he hasn’t seen me for a long time. He never stops smiling. He’s as happy as I am. When I’m finished, I sigh contentedly and let him tug me into his arms under the covers.