Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
We fit together like that for long, pleasure-filled minutes, until the urges take over, and I beg for what I know only he can give me.
“Put it inside me. All of that cream, Daddy. I want to feel special.”
His eyes glide upward, darkness taking them at my words, and he curses around my flesh until he finally releases my breast, covering me, bringing his forehead to the top of my head and stuffing every inch of his thickness into my welcoming body.
“You are special. You're the only special girl that will ever know Daddy’s cock. And it’s the only cock my special girl will ever know, isn’t that right?”
I nod, mouth wide, begging him to move, move, move, as he rakes his teeth down my neck to the nape.
His hips move faster, harder, frantic and desperate.
“I put all that cream inside you and made you my special girl. Made you round with me, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I huff between thrusts as that tension starts to gather behind my belly button. “I’m always here to be special for you. Only you. Always you.”
The tremors start in my core, bolting outward, up and down and around and around, turning things inside me outward, wrong into right and light into dark.
“Daddy!”
His breathing is ragged, his pace wild as he chases down the pleasure that’s tearing me apart.
“That’s right, I’m your fucking Daddy. My tight, wet little girl. I have to fight off every motherfucker that looks your way. They see how special you are. They all want what’s mine. But no one will ever touch my girl but me.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“You’re a good girl. You fuck like I trained you, just for me. You take my cock like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life. And you have, haven’t you, baby? Waited for this cock your whole life?”
It’s true, and I nod into the next wave of orgasm as he follows me over the precipice. The delicate muscles of my insides do that magical dance as I squeeze around him, wanting to give him everything he wants or needs. An explosion of warmth fills me, giving me a dark satisfaction, knowing that I offer this man all of me, and it makes him come undone every time.
What a gift.
The orgasms rock us together until we are panting and spent. Jesse’s hand is on the top of my head when we come down, his head resting on mine, my breasts clenched in each of his hands.
I love his manly, incoherent sounds after he comes.
He’s so much more than I thought I could have, but everything I wanted.
He’s the only man I ever loved.
He gives me the permission to be me, but the boundaries to stay safe. Delicate, invisible chains that I never want to be unshackled from. I keep them, always, around my heart.
“I love you, baby. Always.”
“I love you too, Daddy. Always.” I wriggle and writhe, and then something happens. “Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” He pushes up, his cock slipping out of me as I swallow and admire the hunk of man that makes me so happy.
“I gotta pee. Bad.”
He chuckles, sweeping me against him, breaking into a slow jog toward the nearest bathroom as I choke back the giggles that only threaten to have me peeing before we reach our destination.
I still wear black sometimes, but my closet is now filled with a mixture of the things that remind me of who I am to him, but also that remind me, I can be whoever I want as long as he’s standing behind me. Ever watchful.
Always loving.
“Daddy?” I ask, as he lowers me to the floor.
“Yes, baby?”
I grin, and kiss him, and whisper the words I’ll never stop saying for the rest of my life. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Volume Three
Please, Daddy
DEDICATED TO:
All the women who get that little tummy flutter
when he calls you ‘baby’.
Chapter One
Merrick
Dying alone isn’t the worst thing. But, it’s also not great.
The scent of bacon, pancakes and greasy fried food mixes with the smell of black coffee as I take a draw of the steaming liquid from the heavy brown mug as I think about the subject line of an email my mother forwarded me this morning.
It was a blog or article, or some shit written by a P.R. person from findingyourmatch.com; a dating site my mother won’t shut up about lately.
In the booth in front of me, a Shirley Temple look alike toddler with curly hair and dimples keeps popping up and giving me a shy smile.
When I smile back, she ducks down and her mother gives me a sympathetic shrug.
“I’m sorry. She has a fascination with police officers.”
“It’s okay.” I shake my head with a wave. “It’s a perk that comes with the job.”
Winking at the kid, I take another sip of coffee and wait for my usual breakfast order to arrive. Four or five mornings a week I’m here at The Over Easy Diner getting my less than heart heathy morning start.