Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her pussy was still pulsing from her release when he pressed their combined hands against the mattress over her head, forcing their marks to align in a way that made her heart beat out of her chest. She needed him. Now.
“Daddy…”
He thrust into her all at once, filling her channel to the hilt. The stretch was tight even after all the sex they’d had yesterday, but she didn’t care. It felt amazing. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for the kind of euphoria she would experience with her mate.
Suddenly, she didn’t care about the diapers or the bottles. She only cared about how he made her feel. If it pleased him to take care of her so intimately, she should let him. Caring for her was obviously in his blood.
Submitting to him came naturally. She hadn’t expected to submit as deeply as he demanded, but she would learn to obey him without hesitation. She would please him. Earning his praise was a priority.
Chapter Eleven
The sound of Rylee giggling kept Hayes’s cock so hard he didn’t think it would ever go down. After two rounds of sex, he’d settled her in the bathtub while he changed the sheets and started the washer. If he had to change the sheets every time they fucked, he was going to be doing a lot of wash. It would be worth it, though.
When he stepped back into the bathroom, he found her playing with the toys he’d left her. Her giggling suddenly stopped. He hadn’t said a word when he’d set a yellow plastic basket on the edge of the tub and left her to explore.
He also hadn’t given her a full tub of water. He hadn’t been completely certain how alert she’d been after taking him into her body as soon as she’d awakened.
Hayes had put on a pair of loose cotton shorts to start the laundry, but there was no hiding his erection as he turned on the shower. While letting the water heat, he leaned against the vanity and watched his Little girl.
Fuck, she was precious. Her cheeks were pink, and she’d lowered her gaze. The doll she’d been playing with was now floating in the water. She’d released it, probably embarrassed.
The tips of her blond hair floated around her, making her look ethereal. She sat with her legs straight out in front of her, her thighs pressed together. Her breasts bobbed slightly, making him eager to suckle them, the rosy tips hard points from a combination of the air and her arousal.
“What’s her name?” he asked softly.
She slowly lifted her gaze, her bottom lip between her teeth. She was fucking adorable and all his for the rest of their lives.
Hayes shoved off the vanity, squatted down next to the tub, and lifted the doll out of the water. She looked just like her owner. That was intentional. He’d purchased her several dolls with long blond hair like Rylee’s.
He held her up and pretended to examine her. “She looks like a Brunhilda, I think.”
She giggled again. “That’s a horrible name, Daddy.”
He lifted a brow. “Did you come up with a better one? Or are you going to make me guess?”
She sighed. “Emmy,” she whispered.
“Emmy… I like it.”
“I had a doll like her when I was a child. Her name was Emmy.”
“What happened to the first Emmy?” he asked.
Rylee shrugged. “I got too old for her. I guess my mother gave my toys to another family.”
Hayes let out an exaggerated gasp. “Too old? You’re never too old for toys.”
She bit her lip again, blinking at him. Eventually, she released it and said, “I’m not a baby.”
He smiled and stroked her cheek. “Rylee, you’re definitely not a baby as far as age is concerned. You’re clearly a woman. My woman. But you’re also my Baby girl. Mine to protect. Mine to worship. Mine to pamper. I know it seems strange right now, but you’ll learn to relax and enjoy life under my care. Play with toys. Read books. Have playdates with your friends.”
“My friends?”
“The other mates in the area. They’re anxious to meet you. When we’re ready to leave the house, we’ll set up a time when you can get together with them.”
“I have a question,” she said.
“What’s that, Little one?”
“My best friend is also marked. She’s sixty-seven days younger than me. Do you know who she will be mated to?”
Hayes smiled. “I might…” he teased as he rose and kissed her forehead.
“Daddy…” she whined.
He chuckled as he removed his shorts and stepped toward the shower. He would need to bathe both of them often to keep her overly sensitive nose from driving her batty.
She lowered her gaze to his erection and licked her pretty lips. It pleased him that he could so easily distract her. He took himself in hand as he answered her. “I know who Amber’s mate is, Little one. Don’t you worry.”