“I already have dolls.”
“Not a doll, doll. A real, live baby.”
“For me.”
“For us,” he growls. “Mommy needs Daddy just as much as Daddy needs Mommy to make a baby. We’re equally responsible.”
“And will we spoil the baby like Daddy spoils me?”
“You know we will, sweetheart.”
“Okay, Daddy. I want that.”
“And Daddy wants to be inside you now. Are you ready for that, my little Jewel?”
I nod.
“Daddy needs to hear you say it, to give your consent.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”
“And you understand that Daddy wants you all to himself and that he will be the only man to ever be inside you from now until eternity. Once you have Daddy there is no one else for you. Are we clear?”
“Crystal, Daddy. I only ever wanted you, Daddy, so this is perfect. Will you put your big thing inside my small opening now, Daddy?”
He swallows hard. “It might hurt a little bit, angel, but just stick with it. It will hurt in a good way. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“Okay.”
“You trust Daddy, right?”
“Always.”
“Good girl.” He pauses. “Just remember it’s going to feel very strange at first, but there is nothing more perfect, more normal, than Daddy’s pole inside your tiny little hole. That’s how we make our baby.”
“I want a baby, Daddy.”
“And Daddy wants you, baby. He can smell that you’re ready and he’s ready too.”
He fists his cock just above my stomach and then pauses. “Daddy wants you to put it inside. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My tiny hands slowly come up, wrapping around the warm flesh of his throbbing dick, the crown turning from a shade of purple to white.
“That’s good, honey. You’re doing great. Just like that.”
Leaning in he claims my lips just as he steadies the tip at my opening. I’m not sure if I’m the one guiding him or he’s in complete control and this is all just a fantasy and in a lot of ways that’s exactly what it is. Except the one defining difference is that I know when I wake up tomorrow this will be real. Very real.
Wrapping one of his big hands around both of mine he thumbs the head of his cock against my clit, causing my back to arch and my hips to rise before he slides the crown through my wet folds and I almost lose it.
“Not yet, little one. Remember that Daddy says when you can explode and when you can’t.”
“You knew I was close,” I moan.
“Daddy knows everything about his little one. Always.”
“Then Daddy knows I can’t take this anymore. I can’t wait any longer. I want my present.”