“Sir...So deep. So good.” The only words replaying over and over.
“Don’t call me Sir, again, little girl.” His teeth sink into my neck and his angle becomes deeper and his speed becomes faster. This pinch of pain adds to the infiltration of the addiction I am quickly sinking into and can no longer hold in. I give over my pussy that now belongs to him, showing him I get it and I concur.
“DADDY!!! Please. I know. Oh, God. I know...I know... please just fuck me.” So gone. I am so gone. Who is going to find me when I resurface?
“Good greedy girl. I got you baby. Daddy’s going to take good care of you, baby girl.” The last thing I remember before screaming please and blacking out. No idea how long I am out, but when I wake up, he is rubbing my face with a cool washcloth, kissing me over and over. “There she is. My sweet girl.”
“Hi,” I say trying to hide the blush.
“You feel ok, baby.”
“Just tired.”
“Alright. Let’s feed you and then we will talk about what comes next. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,'' I answer, lifting my mouth for a kiss. He chuckles.
“So fucking sweet.” before he meets me halfway. “Alright, let’s go.” I love being carried.“Mmm.'' I moan rolling over. I am so freaking full. Who eats that much? Apparently, me, when being hand-fed by Stefano. I can barely move right now. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t so sweet and amazing. I lay on my side, ready for the night to take me away. I am officially exhausted and worn out.
“Oh no, you don’t. You wanted to talk. So let’s. Then we will go to bed. Deal?” My eyes are still closed as I snuggle into his chest, ready to drift off.
“Stop!!” I laugh as he tickles my side, keeping me from falling asleep. “Ok, ok. I’m awake.” I love the belly laugh that leaves him.
“Alright sweet girl. I believe you asked me what happens now? Right?”
“Yes. I mean so, what if…” I stop and look at him, not sure if I can say the words. The last time I did he fucked me into unconsciousness. He smiles and shakes his head letting me know not to voice the words even now. See... so damn hot. “I guess I just want to know what does this mean for...me?”
“It means that you are mine. Tomorrow, we are going to move your things out of your dorm into here, by the end of the week, you are going to be wearing my ring, two weeks from now we are going to find out we are having a baby and a week from there we are going to be married. Anything else you want to know?” There are so many things I want to know. So many things I want to say, to question...then why am I not? Maybe it is because I don’t really want to. I know I should find this all crazy, but I don’t care. I have been looking for this my whole life. This overwhelming, all-encompassing, fiercely protective type of love that comes with family, love, and the ability to see the world. So, I answer him from my heart,
“No. I don’t need to know anything else right now.”
“Then let’s get some sleep, baby. My son needs his rest.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I will never get enough of saying that.Chapter ThirteenStefanoOne Week LaterMy how the mighty have fallen. Grabbing my coffee mug, I can’t help but lament how much has changed over the past week. For instance, by now, before my little Peach came and blew my life to shit, I would already be in the office and have answered like twenty phone calls. Instead, here I am at eight-thirty in the morning, dressed, but not running out of the door. No, I am waiting on my baby to wake up and thinking about what has happened.
As promised, the next morning when we woke up, I hired movers to go to her dorm room, and take anything she wanted to bring with her. My sweet girl didn’t have much. Not that it mattered. Like I told her, anything from this moment forward that she wanted or needed and that of our unborn son, will be my sole focus. I was shocked when we got to her dorm, and I realized as she was telling me things about her life, that her twin sister Tori is who ended up being the surrogate for Preston. I don’t know who to feel sorrier for. Her, for ending up with his stubborn ass, or for him. If she is anything like her sister, he doesn’t stand a chance.
Once we got all her stuff here and put away, that night I put my ring on her finger, but not before a little fun.