“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” Lottie said. “Does this mean we have to get dressed and not have sex?”
Travis took a deep breath, but being without her for the past few days had eroded his control to nothing. Instead of answering, he moved his hips forward, not stopping until his cock was buried as deep in her pussy as it would go.
Once he was fully buried in her body, Travis held still, giving her time to adjust to his sudden invasion. When her skin around her eyes relaxed and her hips began to buck up as if hoping to take even more him, he pulled back until only the head of his cock remained sheathed in her pussy. He paused for a breath before driving forward again.
Her moan at his forceful invasion shredded the last of his control and he began driving in and out of her warm, wet,welcoming sheath. His entire body began to tighten and he had to grit his teeth to hold back his release.
He barely managed to drive Lottie up, up, up until she screamed out her orgasm. Her pussy clamped tight around his length, and he roared as his release broke free, pulsing deep into her pussy.
He barely managed to wrap one arm around her back to roll her with him when he collapsed to the bed. It took several minutes before he could breathe normally. He waited another minute until he leaned back and looked into his beautiful Little’s face.
“Feel better now?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“Dunno,” she answered softly. “Can’t feel anything.”
“That’s okay, we have all the time in the world,” he said before kissing her forehead and cuddling her closer as they both continued to recover.
“Daddy?” she whispered a few minutes later.
“Yes, Lottie-love?”
“I love you and can’t wait to move in with you, wherever it is we’ll be living.”
“I love you, too, sweet girl and I just happen to have a nice big condo in a good neighborhood just waiting for us to move into it,” he said with a smile. “It’s upstairs from an empty storefront that used to be a restaurant and will be a perfect place to build Lottie’s Lollies.”
Lottie tilted her head back and looked at him with wide eyes. “You bought it? The building we looked at the other day?”
“I bought it. And I’ve hired a crew that is cleaning it from roof to basement. We can’t move in today, but it will be ready before next weekend. The question for you at this moment is, do you want to move to my apartment for the week, or should I move in here with you? Because I refuse to spend another night away from my sweet little candymaker.”
Lottie thought about it for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and released it on a sigh. Her eyes grew glassy as she asked, “Would you mind staying here with me?”
“I’d be honored to, Lottie-love. And while you’re at work this week, I can oversee getting our place ready and begin moving our belongings.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.”
Chapter Sixteen
“And we’re going to paint this room and put in shelving on that side for plastic bin storage, and over here I’m hoping to put hanging racks for dress storage,” Lottie said, pushing open the door on a good-sized utility room.
It had been three weeks since the convention, and she and Travis had moved into their new home the week before. They were still settling in upstairs, but she couldn’t wait to share her vision for the new shop with her sisters. The cleaning crew Travis hired had done an amazing job, but now it was time to start planning and decorating the storefront space.
She was already using the kitchen in the evenings to fill website orders that had been coming in since the Littlepalooza, and Travis seemed to be having fun as her assistant candymaker, and head tester.
Though she was still working at the accounting firm, it would not be too much longer before she handed in her notice and became a full-time candymaker.
She led her sisters into the front room and gave them a moment to look around before she began to describe her plan. It was hard to visualize with the piles of lumber and other construction supplies, but she did her best to share her visionfor the shop. It included a candy counter and serve-yourself bins on one side of the room and open space with a few tables in the center of the room for craft and candy-making classes, and other get-togethers. The other side of the room would hold shelves for other homecraft vendors to have a place to offer their wares for sale on a commission basis. She even had a space set aside in the back corner for a couple of dressing rooms, in the hopes that Tilly would be interested in selling tutus and dresses in the shop.
When she finished describing her dream, her sisters threw themselves at her and they had a squealing, giggling group hug.
“This shop is going to be amazing!” Carri gushed.
“I can’t wait until you open!” Tilly added.
“Charlotte Isabelle, didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed to go past the kitchen?” Travis suddenly appeared in the doorway, causing the sisters to scream as they whirled to face him.
Lottie slammed her hands on her hips and frowned at the man. “Daddy, you scared us! You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!”
“And you’re not supposed to be on the wrong side of that line,” he said, pointing to the blue tape that he’d laid on the floor in the kitchen doorway, on the other side of the short hall. They were well past that safety line, as he called it. “Do I need to get your big wooden spoon?”
