I bury my face into the nape of his neck, drawing in his spicy, natural scent and feeling the protective, nurturing side of him pinch my heart.
“I’m old. I’m useless.”
“Baby.” His embrace tightens as he starts to rock me back and forth. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You still make Daddy’s dick as hard as your underage sixteen-year-old self did all those years ago. Harder in fact. And you’ll figure out what you want to do next. I still need you. The girls still need you. But you can do anything you want. And I’ll never stop wanting you.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Oh really?” His voice thickens, and he takes my hand, shifts me forward and places it on his crotch. “What’s that?”
An enormous erection is pushing out on the front of his trousers.
“A boner.” I can’t help but giggle at the word.
He lets my hand go and shoves his up my dress, straight into my drenched pussy. “And this?” He flicks at my clit,
making me draw a sharp breath. “This cunt is apparently as interested in me as it always has been. You do know I’ve aged right along with you, Lamb? I’ve changed. And do you look at me and see an old man? Not want me anymore?”
I shake my head. “No. If anything, I want you more than ever.”
“See?” He widens his eyes and pushes a finger inside me. “Same with me.”
My ass throbs and the welts from his hand make it feel like it’s been baking in the oven.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I comply immediately.
He has two fingers inside me now. Relentless. Holding me up with his other hand at the back of my neck. Pounding in and out of me until I’m gasping and pleading. His fingers are magic, and within a minute I’m at the edge.
“Please, please, please, Daddy. Now. Now—”
I wait for him to set me free. He’s making me suffer a bit, and it’s deserved.
“Oh, you want to cum? My Lamb wants to cum, huh? Beg. Beg some more.”
“Daddy—” The pained word is met with Ace’s fingers curling inside of me, pressing on the button only he can push. “God damn it, Daddy, I said please! Please.” My voice cracks. “Please—”
He relents on a smile. “Now, babygirl. Now.”
The orgasm sends me gushing onto his hand. Lights spark in my vision and a sound tears from my throat, leaving me raw and trembling. The orgasms lap over one another until I’m uttering the one word that means the most to me in the world.
“Daddy! Daddy!” My hands grip the back of Ace’s neck as my thighs shake and liquid arousal soaks my dress, along with his pants and probably the chair where we sit as well.
“Oh, now you remember who I am.”
“You’ve always been Daddy to me. Remember that first day we met? I called you Daddy that day.”
“I remember. Fuck, I remember. You were trying to kill me right then and there. The irony is, that day I was fairly sure I wanted to die. Well, I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted to live, I guess is a better way of putting it. Then, that door opened, and everything changed. You nearly killed me, but I decided I wanted to live. I felt alive. I have you to thank for that, my lamb. You changed everything for me. Still, do. So please, for the love of all things holy, just stop with the getting old crap. Okay?”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. Self-pity has never worn well on me. “Okay.”
“Great. Now, that’s settled. You need a new dress. We’re going to be late.”
Ace has a special night planned. Dinner, dancing, and then a suite at the Royal Park Hotel.
“Daddy?” I run my fingers through his beard, turning his face to mine.
“Yes, baby?”
“What if I hadn’t asked you that night what else you wanted for your birthday? What would have happened?”