Page 47 of His Little Hessonite

“Yes…” My tummy clenches. I want to feel that frenzy. I got a taste of it when we were on the mothership, but I know this will be far more intense.

“I will hold you down and continue to thrust in and out of you. You will come when I tell you, understood?”

“Yes, Papi.” My knees are growing weak. It has nothing to do with atrophy and everything to do with this intense need to consummate our union again.

Papi sweeps me off my feet and carries me to his bed. He lowers me gently onto the mattress before grabbing the leashand reaching way over my head to attach the end of it to something on the other side of the bed.

I twist my neck to look behind me and see a railing that wasn’t there before.

“I added a barrier to the other side of the bed so you can’t fall off.”

I lick my lips. The idea is both bonkers and endearing. He’s not kidding. He seriously worries I might fall out of bed.

“From now on, you will sleep with me,” he declares.

My heart soars. I want nothing more.

Papi strips out of his pants and then unfastens my diaper. “When you’re naked, you will keep your legs spread wide. If you close them, I will spank your pussy.”

“Yes, Sir.” I part my thighs wide, loving the way he looks down at me. He even strokes his cock as he takes me in, his gaze roaming all over my body.

I’m panting with need.

“Reach your arms above your head and hold on to the leash. Don’t let go.”

I do as I’m told.

He climbs over me and kisses a path from my pussy to my lips, not touching me with anything but his mouth. When he kisses my lips, we both moan. He claims my mouth with an intensity I have not seen in him before, devouring me. The sounds coming from him are possessive growls of dominance.

Finally he releases my lips and looks into my eyes. “Are you ready for my cock, Baby girl?”

“Yes, Papi. Please.”

He lowers over me, slides his hands up to meet mine, and grips my smaller fists in his. His chest grazes over my pierced nipples before he lets more of his weight settle over me. His cock lines up with my soaking entrance.

And then he thrusts into me all the way to the hilt. “Come, Clara,” he orders.

My body obeys him, instantly reaching orgasm. I cry out from the shock of my pussy milking his cock so quickly.

“Good girl.” He holds my gaze as he eases out and thrusts back in seemingly deeper. “Again, Clara. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock. Come,” he demands.

I scream as I follow his orders. How is he able to do that?

“Yes… Such a good girl.”

I can barely make out his words of praise because my ears are ringing and my orgasm is still pulsing through my body.

He pulls partway out, hovers a moment, and then growls loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His body convulses as he reaches his peak deep inside me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I love being able to witness him as he succumbs to his need.

My pleasure is short-lived, though. Within seconds of him emptying his cock into me, a much deeper intense need consumes me. My body stiffens, and then I writhe beneath him.

“Oh God,” I scream. “Papi!”

He holds me down and thrusts in and out of me, making the need get worse as his semen is pushed deeper and spread around my channel. It burns. It tingles. It feels like I’m going to split apart.

I’m pretty sure I keep screaming as I come again two or three more times. I can’t stop it. It seems like I might die from too many orgasms.

Finally he pulls out, sweeps me off the bed, and carries me through the house toward the kitchen.