Daddy growls, nodding. “Yes, we are little girl. Your backside is going to wrap me up in a very tight hug. Do you like that game.”
“That’s a naughty one, Daddy.” I bring my fingers to my mouth covering it, but I can’t make the words go away or more importantly the desire to play. Desire fills me as he grabs my hips and flips me around, my hands grabbing the counter of the island in the kitchen as I stiffen my thigh muscles and forearms, bracing myself for what I know is about to come.
Daddy unbuttons the poopy door on my pajamas and then buries his face in the same place, tonguing me there before spitting on my hole. Standing he grips the counter with one hand just next to mine. With the other he grabs his shaft and slowly inches his length inside me, taking my breath away.
When he gets so deep I feel like I’m about to black out I let out a scream.
“Quiet, remember?” he says, covering my mouth with his hand as he takes that as a cue to inch back out of me.
“Sorry, Daddy. It’s just that you’re so big and so thick.”
His hand leaves his shaft and cups my breast through my pj’s. “Remember what happens if anyone walks in on us?” he whispers into my ear.
“I admit it was my fault because you can’t resist me when I’m ready to play our secret game.”
“That’s right, sweetie. And that’s the damn truth,” he growls, entering me yet again.
His hand leaves my breast and slides inside my pajamas, rubbing my nub in perfect motion as everything inside me builds to a fever pitch. Seconds later and I’m gasping for air, and I hear Daddy doing the same from behind.
Then I feel his other hand come down on my ass, hard, and I realize I can’t keep up. I’m losing track of where Daddy’s hands are going, what he’s touching, and how deep he’s hiding his special stick inside me.
“Spank me harder, Daddy. I’ve been a bad little girl.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s what I’m for,” I whimper. “For you to fill with your seed. Come in me, Daddy,” I say. It’s the first time I’ve ever been the one to give him a command and it gives me a sense of power.
“You first, little girl, but do it quick. Daddy can’t last much longer.”
I steel my legs and push back into him, his girth filling me even deeper and it pushes me over the edge instantly. “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming!”
His hands grip my waist hard, squeezing as my body releases and a sea of euphoria washes through me. I feel everything, and most importantly I feel love.
Just as I finish I feel Daddy’s geyser explode, filling me as he groans like he’s not even human. Seconds later he slumps over me, his chest pressed into my back, and all his weight laying on top of me. It’s a feeling I love, knowing I’ve drained him completely.
Slowly he eases out of me and turns my body so I’m facing him, our eyes locking.
“Daddy, I love you.”
“I love us,” he says. “Us, because together we are one, whole. Apart we are lost. We need each other to survive. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“That’s the truth, Daddy. That’s the absolute truth.”
Extended Epilogue
Layla
Nine years later
I type ‘The End’ and then stand up from my desk, stretching my hands over head and then bending my elbows and playfully, and strangely, patting myself on the back as I always do when I finish a short story.
“When will mommy be ready to play?” I hear Liam ask from the other room.
“Mama bear is ready, sweetie!” I yell and take off running toward him just as he does the same for me. Scooping him up in my arms I give him a big ol’ hug just before Logan wraps up both of us from behind.
“Congratulations on completing another one,” Logan whispers into my ear. “Daddy is so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I return, turning just in time to get a kiss. “I just wish I could write faster. I really don’t know how Lena Little does it.”