Page 52 of His Little Cinnabar

He laughs. “Such a naughty girl.”

I relax my lip and giggle. My pussy is still throbbing. It’s not as intense as it was before, but I want him again. I snuggle in closer to him. “Don’t get up yet, Papi.”

He rubs my back. “Is your clingy side back, Little one?” he teases.

“Yeah.”

He laughs harder and hauls me closer. “Janelle, you may cling to me anytime you want, Baby girl. Forever and always.”

I smile as I nuzzle his neck. I know he doesn’t mind my separation anxiety. In fact, he enjoys it. He’ll force me to part from him sometimes because I need to learn to be alone even if I don’t like it, but he will always pick me back up and indulge the tight grip I will strangle him with.

It soothes us both. It’s part of our dynamic.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about our bond for all the stars in the universe.