Page 49 of His Little Cinnabar


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He strokes my breast. “Such a good girl.”

I beam with pride. I want to be his good girl. I haven’t been as good as I know I can be. I’ve made him worry a lot since we got to his planet. I’ve scared him. I’ll do better.

“Do your nipples hurt, Janelle?” He gives a tug to one of the hoops, causing me to sway forward.

“No, Sir.”

He pulls on the other one next. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pain from these new piercings. If they’re sore, I will numb them.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to numb them, Papi. I want to feel everything tonight. I don’t mind if they’re a little sore. It’s a good kind of sore. The kind of sore I feel when you spank my bottom or pull my hair.”

He gives my hair another tug, emphasizing my words. “The good kind, huh?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, Baby girl. Come up on your knees.”

I rise off my ankles, giving me slightly more height.

Papi releases the tight grip on my hair and cups my face before leaning down to kiss me. Not a peck but a passionate melding of lips and tongues that doesn’t end and makes me squirm.

I sway so hard that I have to grab his thighs to stay on my knees. I’m panting when he releases my lips. “I love you, Baby girl.”

“I love you, too, Papi.”

He inches backward and surprises me by lowering onto his back. My gaze roams to his erection because it’s impossible to ignore. It’s so prominent and standing straight up. It’s so huge that I start to panic. How is it going to go inside me?

Papi reaches for me. “Straddle my chest, Little one.”

I blink. What?

“Come.” He takes my hand. “Swing one leg over me.”

I’m not sure that’s even possible. His chest is so broad. I don’t think my thighs can spread that wide, nor do I believe my knees would be able to reach the bed on either side of him.

“Janelle…”

I jerk my gaze to his, yanking myself out of my thoughts.

He lifts me right off the mattress and settles me over his face instead.

I squeal. “Papi…” My knees definitely fit on either side of his head, but why am I here?

Papi grabs my bottom with both hands, his palms large enough to span my entire butt. “Lean forward. Put your hands on the mattress, Baby girl.”

I obey him. After all, I just two minutes ago agreed to obey him always. I don’t need to ask what his intentions are. I need to trust him.

My breath hitches as soon as I’m on all fours. My breasts sway heavily above him, the piercings dangling. He holds me right where he wants me and tips his head back to draw one of the piercings into his mouth.

I’m shocked as he suckles my nipple, gemstone hoop and all.

When he switches to my other nipple, I moan. My arousal is returning full force.

He teases me back and forth for so long I forget where I am. Finally he releases my breast, dips his head toward my pussy, and pulls me forward a few inches.

I gasp when his mouth covers my entire pussy. His hands on my bottom press me firmly against his lips. The position feels so naughty that I nearly collapse. I’m not sure how long my arms will support me.

Papi doesn’t need long, though. He thrusts his tongue into my tight cunt, making me come so fast my eyes roll back.