"Daddy's Runaway Little Bird" Chapter 26
Aerona was blinded by the spray of hot water, her mouth filled with it as Frederick lowered his head to kiss her again. It was a deep, thick kiss, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
She pressed her bare skin against his sculpted, magnificent muscles.
She really wanted to strip off the lace lingerie that was now heavy and clinging to her, but Frederick wouldn't allow it. Even so, the sensation of being flush against him made her feel as though she were spinning.
She loved this feeling.
Her hand was embarking on a clumsy yet bold adventure. She thought to herself that she probably wouldn't be able to enjoy a fragrant, whole "baguette" ever again.
She tried to encircle it with her hand, but her thumb and forefinger couldn't even meet.
She had clamored and made a fuss to see it, but now that he was actually letting her, she was too shy. She buried her face in his robust pectoral muscles, though she remained obedient. When Frederick told her to try and grip him, she held on tightly, not daring to move.
"Timid little bird... I thought you said your hands were strong?" Frederick murmured, pulling her into his embrace and gently stroking her wet, long hair.
With sweat forming on her palms, Aerona said sheepishly, "I'm afraid it'll break."
Frederick smiled.
"Oh... well, can I... can I squeeze it? The top part seems different." It looked a bit like a small mushroom cap; she had caught a glimpse of it earlier, though not very clearly. She spoke in a tiny whisper, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.
"Of course. It belongs to you."
Belongs to you.
Her eyes curved into crescents of delight.
Frederick looked away, unable to watch the expression on her face. A cold, selfish thought crossed his mind: Am I committing a crime? God, was she really twenty-five? Her courage certainly suggested she was. She was driving him insane.
With his permission, Aerona moved her hand cautiously. It felt as though she were stroking a sleeping beast. This beast had thick limbs, smooth skin, and pulsing veins. Frederick felt himself sinking under her exploration, his breathing becoming chaotic in the humid steam.
He couldn't imagine that God could create such a sweet, delicious little treasure, and that she had happened to fall right into his territory.
He would never let her go. Even if her parents found her and tried to take her away. It would be better if they never found her at all. He would keep her by his side forever, even if this was a malicious possession.
"Just like that... yes. A bit faster? ...Good girl, you're better at this than I imagined." Frederick narrowed his eyes in pleasure, unsparing with his praise. He rubbed her cheek with his palm before sliding his hand down to her jaw. "Aerona, look up. I want to see your eyes."
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Aerona tilted her face up. The hot water had flushed her skin a deep pink, and her lashes were heavy with droplets, making it impossible to open her eyes fully. She peered at him through a hazy, half-lidded gaze.
Suddenly, her fingers brushed against something else—something spherical. She caught it like one would catch a rabbit. Frederick's entire body stiffened instantly. His chest vibrated as he let out a low, beast-like groan.
Caught in the momentum, he thrust forward, his hardness hitting her full tummy. Her stomach was still distended from the burger, steak, salad, and cake she had devoured earlier.
Aerona jolted, quickly releasing her grip and backing away. "I-I didn't mean to..." She wiped the water from her face and looked at him nervously.
Frederick's chest was heaving violently. He tilted his head back, eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly. The water made him look blurred and disheveled, and the raw, carnal expression on such a handsome, aristocratic face made Aerona feel both nervous and hot.
Frederick... was sexy as hell!
Aerona wanted to scream, but she was like a little rabbit being ruthlessly seduced, and Frederick was the most delicious giant carrot; she wanted nothing more than to pounce and gnaw on him.
"Mommy..."
Frederick steadied his breathing, his voice dropping to a raspy low: "It's Daddy. If you say it wrong one more time, there will be punishment."
Aerona covered her mouth. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
Frederick was caught between amusement and desire. He took her fingers and kissed them one by one, treating each one with meticulous care. "You did so well."
"Really...?" Aerona felt shy. She hadn't done much besides some random squeezing and rubbing, yet she was receiving such high praise.
"Of course." Frederick gazed at her, his voice nearly hoarse. "Just like that, sweet girl. Continue, alright?"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Aerona grabbed him again and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. She aimed for his lips, but lacking the height, she ended up bumping her face against his chin.
Frederick felt as though his very life were being held in her hand. He had known for a long time that she was a wanton yet innocent little bird, yet she continued to amaze him, leaving him completely helpless.
On the brink of losing control, Frederick exerted every ounce of his gentlemanly willpower. He lowered his head and gave her a long, surging kiss.
Aerona loved kissing; it felt incredible. When it ended, she was still unsatisfied, pouting her lips and clinging to him for a few more moments. By now, she was completely familiar with him and finally grew bold enough to look down.
What started as a peek turned into an open stare. She sucked in a breath of hot air. Mother of God, what is that?!
Frederick was a polished gentleman, but this part of him was anything but polished. Aerona felt there was a massive discrepancy in this man.
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"What's with that expression?" Frederick asked with a chuckle, watching her eyebrows knit together and then shoot up.
"You're really... so big."
"............"
"I heard men always want to be as big as possible. How big is 'big'? You definitely count as big, Frederick." Not satisfied with the view, Aerona actually crouched down, bringing them face-to-face at that level.
Frederick's mind was filled with the word "big" on repeat. He watched in silence as she squatted there, wanting to stop her but unable to find his voice.
"It" pointed aggressively toward her face while she stared with wide eyes, observing it seriously, her nose almost grazing it. The scene was absurd and excessive, far beyond anything he had ever imagined. He wouldn't even dare go to confession tonight; he was afraid of offending the eyes of God.
"Are other men like this too?"
"Aerona." Frederick let out a trembling breath, his body taut to the absolute limit to keep himself from accidentally lunging into her mouth. He said gently, "Not all men are like this."
"Then what are other men like?" Aerona tilted her head.
An uncharacteristic curse flashed through Frederick's mind. "I don't know," he replied, his tone deceptively calm. "Do you want to find out?"
Aerona shook her head. "I'm not interested in other men. None of them are as good-looking as you."
Frederick ruffled her hair.
Aerona continued her observation. "It's so magical. Doesn't it make it uncomfortable to walk? You don't look this exaggerated normally. Where do you hide it?"
Frederick took a deep breath, exhausting the last of his patience. "He's not like this normally."
"What is it like? Can you show me next time? And what do you do if you have to ride a bicycle? Won't it get squashed? Also, why do you have so much—"
Before she could finish the word "hair," Frederick suddenly reached out and cupped the back of her head, dragging her into the "dangerous forest" with a dominant, fierce strength.
Aerona froze instantly. She caught the scent— a raw, sexy, hormonal musk that invaded her senses. The bathroom was thick with an atmosphere that made her face burn.
She clamped her mouth shut and stole a glance upward, her face crimson.
From this low angle, the man looked like a mountain: powerful, dominant, and immovable. His thighs were thick, his muscular contours sharp, radiating a sense of absolute control.
Frederick smiled, not letting go. His blue eyes looked down, locking onto her. Word by word, he said: "Chirping little bird, Daddy's c*ck is about to explode. Let's discuss the hundreds of questions you raised later, shall we?"
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