Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Bailey
I can’t catch my breath as Papi continues to lick my pussy. One orgasm turns into two, and even though I’m pushing against his head to get him to stop before I die of overstimulation, he doesn’t budge. He’s way too strong and big for me to shove him off.
Suddenly he releases his suction and rises over me. One second he’s staring down at me, and the next second, he’s naked and hauling me to the middle of the huge bed.
I’m so excited I could scream. He’s finally going to have sex with me after two full weeks of denying me. I couldn’t complain since he’s given me a lot of orgasms in that time, but I’ve craved being filled with his cock. Orgasms are great, but his shaft is even better.
Papi kneels between my legs and slides his palm up and down his shaft. “Do you remember what happened last time I filled you with my semen?”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder at the memory.
“It’s going to happen again, and you’re going to argue with me to fuck you clear into tomorrow, but I will still carry you to the basin and wash my essence off your skin so you can come back into your head.”
I nod. “Okay, Papi.” I’ll never forget that sensation. It was so bizarre. Even though he warned me ahead of time, there was no way to be prepared for that kind of arousal. It’s illogical to feel that horny after just having sex. And yet that’s exactly what happened. I won’t be as stunned this time.
Feeling bold, I push to sitting, causing my face to line up with Papi’s erection. I tip my head back and look up at him. “Can I taste you first?”
He cups the back of my head with his free hand. “Are you sure you can handle that, Little one?”
“I did it last time. I survived.”
He chuckles. “I let you have one small lick last time. That was six and a half months ago. I’m not sure I can restrain myself and keep from fucking your pretty mouth if you wrap those lips around me, Baby girl. My cock has waited a long time to be inside you. It doesn’t care which hole.”
I flush at his bluntness. But all his words do is turn me on and make me want to please him even more.
He pleases me every day. I never get the chance to return the favor.
Not that anyone is keeping score, but I crave the taste of him on my lips.
That one lick is embedded in my mind. The salty flavor mixed with his musk.
I want to experience it again. This time I’m going to suck.
“Please let me, Papi.” I spin so that my knees are tucked under me and boldly wrap my fingers around his shaft when he lets go. The tip is glistening with precome.
I can’t even get my hand all the way around him. He’s that huge, which I knew, but seeing him again is still shocking. I haven’t seen Papi without his pants since we arrived. The man tortures me every day with his bare chest, but his cock has remained hidden.
Instead of simply flicking my tongue over the tip, I open my mouth as wide as I can and lower to suck him.
Papi moans so loud it startles me. It also fuels me to continue.
He likes it when I suck him. So I draw him deeper and swirl my tongue around the silky head, pulling come from the slit at the top.
It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to make me squirm.
My own arousal is dripping down my inner thighs.
I need him inside me, but I need to continue sucking him first.
“Bailey…” he warns, his fingers tightening on my shoulders. “Heavens… That feels so good, but I want to come in your pussy, Little one. Not your mouth.”
Papi pulls himself free, making me whimper. I’m much more aroused now, which is hard to fathom, but it’s true. I got enough of his essence in my mouth to send me into a frenzy. “Please, Papi.”
He lifts me under my arms, drops me onto my back, and crawls over me. His mouth comes to mine, and he kisses me with more passion than ever before. I’m moaning against his mouth as he lines up with my entrance and thrusts home.
I cry out, my voice muffled by his lips. I grab his waist, my fingers digging into his muscles.
Papi holds my head, angling it where he wants so he can continue kissing me as if this might be the last kiss we’ll ever have. It has that level of desperation behind it.
I wrap my legs around his thighs, holding on with my ankles. It’s the only traction I can get. My head is spinning. My focus is on how good it feels as his enormous girth slides in and out of me. Marking me. Making me his yet again.
I’ll always be his. I recognize that with my entire being. There will never be another for me or for him. Fate arranged for us to be together for the rest of our lives, and She doesn’t make mistakes. I get that now.
Zingar is my everything. My life. I don’t even want to be in another room without him. If he could be inside me all the time, I’d be so happy. I’d do anything for him, including get multiple piercings. I trust him. I love him.
Oh, God. I love him so much.
I try to lift my hips so he can enter deeper, but it’s difficult. He’s too heavy to budge.
I’m floating out of my body as Papi pummels in and out of me. Every movement drives me to new heights. It’s like there are millions of sensitive nerve endings inside me and all of them are lit up. He was made for me. Made to drive me to total distraction.
Papi kisses a path to my ear. He growls. “You’re mine, Baby girl.”
I’m definitely his. No one could deny it. But his intensity makes me shudder. And then he pierces my neck.
As if I needed more arousal, I’m flooded with a rush of desire so strong I can no longer focus. My world has shrunk down to just the man above me, fucking me hard.
I come, my pussy gripping his cock. The orgasm doesn’t end, though.
I keep pulsing around him, the pleasure so intense that I’m close to blacking out.
I can’t take it. It’s too much. My heart races as my clit throbs.
It feels like the swollen nub is ten times too large.
It’s slamming into the base of Papi’s cock with every thrust.
Papi suddenly groans so loud it surely startles the wildlife outside. He holds himself deeply embedded inside me as he fills me with his come.
I was already too far gone for him. Overloaded with emotions and sensation. The rush of semen filling me is more than I can bear. My eyes flutter as I feel myself losing consciousness. It’s okay. I know Papi has me. If I have to pass out, what a way to do it.
I bolt awake to the sound of running water. Eyes wide, I look around. I’m in the basin in the kitchen. Papi is washing me. He’s also smiling. “There’s my girl.”
I assume he’s already gotten most of his essence off me because I don’t feel the frantic need to fuck. I still want to repeat what we just did but not with that absurd level of driving need that turns me feral.
Taking deep breaths, I lean back against the basin and let Papi continue to wash me.
I love his touch. It both soothes and arouses.
I could sit here all day and never tire of his huge palms running all over my body.
He pays special attention to my breasts and then lingers far longer than necessary, making sure he gets as much of his come off my pussy as possible.
Before I met Zingar, I wasn’t a sexual being. I had no idea it was possible to feel like this. The connection we have is so deep. I realize humans don’t have bonds like this on Earth. It’s an Eleadian thing. And I’m so lucky.
Thank heavens I walked into Club Zoom that night. Thanks to Fate for arranging for Zingar to be there waiting for me. Thanks to all the stars in the universe for aligning so that I might live the rest of my life with this amazing man.
Yes, I’ve turned over my care to another being. It’s scary. I will never have a say in very many things. Papi controls what and when I eat. He controls my output, too. Any defiance on that issue will be dealt with in ways that make me shudder.
I’m smiling as he lifts me out of the basin and wraps me in a towel. Every inch of my skin is sensitive, inside and out. I’m still breathing heavily, but at least my brain is operating.
Without a word, he carries me into the nursery, lowers me to the changing table, and straps me down. It’s freeing. My body relaxes considerably more as soon as I’m restrained. When he has full control over me, I have no responsibilities. I can’t even misbehave. I’m his.
His brow is furrowed as he examines me. He starts with my nipples, leaning in close, stroking them gently as if to make sure they’re okay. Then he moves to my pussy. He parts my folds, pulls the hood away from my clit, and teases my skin just enough to keep me slightly horny.
Finally he puts a diaper on me. “We’re going to the jeweler now,” he declares.
My breath hitches. I should not be surprised. I knew this was coming. It was only a matter of time. I’m aware that most Little girls get their nipples pierced about two weeks after they arrive on Eleadia. It’s customary. I’m certain Papi intends to have far more than my nipples done, though.
I’m scared, but I will not defy him on this issue.