CHAPTER NINE
Emily
I couldn’t believe I was finally Bryce’s Little. Everything felt right.
We spent the night kissing and cuddling while we confessed secrets to each other. With the big ones out of the way, most of them were small, like little details involving our fantasies with each other or remembering our favorite passages from that DDLG book we read all those years ago.
I finally felt myself dozing in his arms. “I love you, Daddy,” I said sleepily.
“I love you too, little one,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I always have.” He kissed my forehead. “You should sleep now. I’ll take care of you tonight. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
I smiled. How many times had I fantasized about doing this with him? I probably couldn’t even count the number of times. I had always wanted him to be my Daddy and now it felt like a miracle. I drifted off to sleep while I was in his arms, feeling nice and safe and secure.
The next morning, I woke up to feeling him running his fingers through my hair. I felt rested and relaxed, and I grinned as I turned over to face him. “Good morning, Daddy,” I said.
He smiled down at me. “Good morning, little one,” he said. “So, you still want to be my Little?”
I nodded. “I do. I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, little one.” He leaned down to kiss me.
It wasn’t long before both of us got lost in the kiss. He groaned as he got on top of me, pinning me down with his body. My pussy grew wet and I spread my legs, wanting to feel him against me.
He ground against me through my pants as we kissed. His hands slipped under my shirt and went to play with my breasts. I moaned softly as he started to play with me, teasing my nipples into hard points. I bucked my hips up against his and he groaned.
Bryce started to trail kisses down my neck as his hands traveled down my body to my pants. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband and pulled my pants and panties down, revealing my bare, wet pussy underneath. I felt so exposed, and I loved it.
As soon as my pants were off, he started to play with my pussy. He dipped two of his fingers into my entrance as his thumb started to play with my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. He groaned. “You’re so wet, little one,” he said. “You’re so wet for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I want you so badly.”
He chuckled. “You have me, little one. I promise.” He kept teasing me until I was on the verge of coming. Then he pulled his hand away.
I whimpered, wanting more. He smirked as he straightened up. “Don’t worry, little one,” he said. His voice instantly soothed me into submission. “I’m going to bury my cock inside you as you come.”
He stood up to take off his pants, revealing his hard, thick cock underneath. I bit my lip as I stared at it.
Bryce stroked it as he studied me. His eyes were dark with lust. “Is this what you want, little one?” he murmured. “Do you want your Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He knelt on the bed in between my legs and positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and he slowly pushed in. He groaned. “You feel so good, little one,” he said.
Carefully, he started to thrust into me. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of him stretching me out. I lifted my hips to meet his own as he fucked me. My breath started to come out in short gasps.
Bryce started playing with my clit again. “I want you to come, little one,” he growled. “I want you to come all over my fucking cock.”
I moaned as the pleasure suddenly burst inside me and I came. My entire body shook as I came on his cock. It was enough to send Bryce over the edge. He gasped as he shot his hot seed deep inside me and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. “I love you,” he gasped. “I love you, little one.”
For a second, the only sound was the two of us catching our breath as we recovered from our orgasms. And then Bryce slowly rolled off of me before gathering me into his arms. “How did that feel, little one?” he asked. “Did that feel good?”
I smiled as I closed my eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” I said. “That felt amazing.”
He kissed the top of my forehead. “You’re such a good girl, baby girl,” he whispered. “Good girl.”
After a few minutes, we recovered enough to get up. I sat up and grimaced as his hot seed started to leak out of me.
“What’s wrong, little one?” he asked. His brow furrowed in concern. “Are you sore? Was I too rough?”