He ran his fingertips over the stubble on his chin, affecting pensiveness. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And you were looking forward to that?”
The flush on her face darkened. “Yes, Daddy.”
He took her chin between his fingers, tipped it so she was looking up at him, nearly having to go on tiptoes.
“I don’t know that you’ll make it through all three since you did seem to be a very tired girl, but how about this? You can pick where we start in case we we only get to one or two of your tight, hot, slick holes. How’s that?”
He dragged a thumb over her lips as she closed her eyes and let out a moan. Oh yes, his little girl was horny as all hell. Had probably woken up wet and couldn’t stop squirming. Knew she would get in trouble if she got herself off.
He snatched her off the ground and hefted her over his shoulder, smacking her backside as he hauled her up the stairs. Of course she was giggling and squirming all the way and it was adorable. He smacked her a few more times for being naughty though in truth he loved when she did things like this. Her exuberance and unselfconscious joy made his heart swell.
It hadn’t been very long but Gunnar knew he wanted Twyla to be his forever. He’d started looking at rings and if all went well, asking her after she graduated. Not that day because he wanted her to enjoy such a special occasion, wanted it to be all about her and not about them, but it was getting harder and harder to wait.
If he was being honest with himself, it was also in part because it was the only way he thought he could silence the whispers in his mind about her growing out of their relationship, of leaving him. Which wasn’t the best reason to propose to someone, but he had a mountain of others too.
When they reached the bedroom, he set her on her feet.
“So what’ll it be? Where do you want Daddy to stuff his big fat cock?”
Twyla’s eyes widened and her lips parted, and he could feel the breath that flushed out of her lungs.
“I…I know you haven’t put it in my pussy yet, but I…I really like the idea of you fucking my ass.”
He cocked a brow at her.
“Then ask nicely, babygirl.”
She screwed up her face, determination crinkling her brows and her chin. “Daddy, will you please fuck my tight little ass with your big fat cock?”
God, if she kept up the dirty talk he was going to come before he could even touch her.
“As you wish. Now get in the nursery, I’ll be there in a second.”
Twyla scurried into the nursery and Gunnar grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table, just in case. He was ninety-eight percent certain there was lube in the nursery already but if he was wrong or he ran out, he’d be ticked if he had to call a time out. Always better to have too much lube than not enough.
Twyla was waiting in the middle of the nursery when he walked in and she was so gorgeous it was hard to believe she was real. His angel, his princess, his babygirl.His.
He didn’t waste any time but stripped off her nightie and her diaper and then she was standing there naked. She was so pale she practically glowed, and the only marks on her now were ones he’d given her, ones she’d consented to.
Gunnar led her over to the over-size rocking horse and she watched while he adjusted it. Sometimes he screwed a dildo into the seat and made her ride it until she came. It was fun too to stuff her pussy and plug her ass and then have her frot against it. And then other times, his sweet darling Twyla used it like a child’s toy just to play with. They wouldn’t be playing tonight.
He removed the neck and head of the horse which made Twyla gasp and then giggle at herself for being silly. Gunnar kissed the top of her head and ruffled her hair.
“It goes back together, good as new, I promise.”
“I know, Daddy. I was just surprised. I know Nina isn’t a real horse but…”
She giggled again and shook her head.
“You’re a silly girl. But also very kind and empathetic and I love that about you.”
Gunnar kissed her softly on the lips and when he pulled back, her eyes sparkled. Yeah, he was going to ask her. He’d plan something nice that she would like but wouldn’t put her in little headspace, and he would give her a ring, ask her if she wanted to be his forever. And later, he’d give her a special ring to wear when she was little because little girls didn’t wear diamonds. Not real ones, anyway.
He went back to adjusting the horse and when he had everything where he wanted it and the bottom locked so it wouldn’t rock while he was inside her, he laid a soft towel across the padded top where Twyla would rest her torso, and patted it.