“It’s okay, little flower.” He ruts harder as I grip his shoulders. “So damn tight.” His words are clipped as he sweats and clenches. “Fuck, your cunt is sucking it out of me.”
“Please,” I whine, raising my hips. “I want more cum.”
“Say it right,” he orders. “Ask like a good girl.”
“Daddy, please cum inside me again.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He thrusts over and over, and that spot deep inside of me finally lets go.
When I go off around him, I scream out his name while Walsh pins me to the mattress. He’s rock solid as he releases his seed into me, and I spread my legs as far apart as they can go. All I can do is lie there as the pleasure consumes me and he gets off in my body.
Once the last pulse of him finishes, I let go and fall limp against the bed. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to move again. Every inch of me feels well used, and I smile up at Walsh, who stares down at me with so much love in his eyes.
“You were made for me,” he says, and his words soothe that lost and unsettled feeling that’s been lingering in my heart for so long.
“I am,” I agree, because I’ve found my home.
My daddy doesn’t just like it. He loves it.