Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I’m going to come. I’m so close. When he touches my clit, I cry out. The sound fills the room, making me gasp, jarring me.
I bolt awake, blinking. It’s day. The room is filled with light. It was a dream. A very good dream that got cut off. By me. Screaming.
Suddenly I realize I’m not alone. Daddy is next to me. He’s propped up on his elbow, his cheek in his palm. He’s smiling. He’s not touching me. “Good dream?”
My face heats as I realize I’m panting. I’ve kicked the sheets down to the end of the bed. One hand is on my breast. One hand is gripping the front of my diaper. My hands.
Oh, God. I jerk my hands away, mortified. I was masturbating in my sleep. I roll to my side, facing away from him, and bury my face in my pillow.
Daddy chuckles as his hand lands on my shoulder and slides down my arm. “Was I there? In your dream?”
I groan and bury myself deeper. How totally humiliating.
“Princess… No reason to be embarrassed. You had a sex dream. Everyone does sometimes. I’m sorry it got interrupted. I think you jerked yourself out of it when you screamed. I bet you were close to coming.”
I bite my lip, not responding. My pussy is pulsing from the shattered orgasm. I grip my thighs together tighter, trying to alleviate the need consuming me.
Daddy’s hand comes to the fastening at the side of my diaper. He pulls it loose and tugs the diaper free of me.
I remain rolled on my side, not wanting to face him.
His hand rubs my hip before easing around to the front and between my legs. He scoots closer, kisses my shoulder, and whispers, “Let me finish it for you, Baby girl.”
I moan when he finds my soaking wet, swollen clit and rubs it. He presses his top leg between mine, urging my knee to bend and my leg to move closer to my chest. This gives him more room. It spreads me open. It makes me feel exposed. “Daddy…” I murmur.
“That’s my girl. Let Daddy help you come, then we can start the day.”
I whimper, turning farther into the pillow. Can’t he see I’m embarrassed? I’m surprised he isn’t punishing me for touching myself. I’m not allowed to masturbate.
He slides a finger inside me and finds my G-spot.
I groan. Suddenly I fear he’s going to edge me and leave me hanging to discipline me. I grab his hand to make him stop. I can’t take that this morning. I’m too raw. I feel emotionally naked.
I push his hand away and roll onto my back so I can face him. “Don’t, Daddy.” My lip is trembling. I’m going to cry. I’m so damn horny. I need release, not punishment.
His brow furrows. “You don’t want Daddy to touch you?”
I shake my head. “Not if you’re going to punish me,” I murmur. “I’m… I can’t endure that this morning, Chase.”
He sits up, drops a hand on the other side of me, and hovers over me. “Chase?” He frowns. “What’s going on, Josie?”
I swallow. “Aren’t I in trouble?”
His brow grows deeper. “For what?”
“For touching myself.” I turn my head to look away. “I assume you want to tease me and not let me come because I was naughty.”
“Oh, princess, no. Not at all.” He cups my face and turns me to face him again. “You could never be in trouble for touching yourself in your sleep. It was hotter than hell. My cock is so hard I’m about to come in my shorts. I was really hoping you would orgasm. I wanted to watch. And now I want to help you finish, Baby girl.” His voice is sincere.
“Oh…” I lower my gaze to his chest, not wanting to look him in the eye. My body is quivering, still hovering on the edge of orgasm.
Daddy slides down my frame, climbs between my legs, pushes them wide, and lowers his mouth to my pussy.
I gasp and grab his head, threading my fingers in his hair.
He’s relentless, sucking and flicking me so fast I can’t process or think straight. All I know is the tremendous need growing inside me. Building. Threatening to consume me.
And then I shatter. Daddy continues to suck me until I wince, and then he eases off gradually before lifting his head and smiling at me. He wipes his lips on the sheet. “Better?”
I nod but reach for him. “Need you. Please.”
He climbs up my body, lodges his cock at my entrance, and holds my gaze. “This what you need, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” I grab at his arms even though there is no way for me to control this. Daddy will do what he’s going to do on his timeframe. Not mine.
I have barely finished that thought before he thrusts into me, driving the air from my lungs, filling me so full that I lose all train of thought. Who needs thinking anyway? It’s overrated.