“Are you being serious?” A memory grips me. Darla looking back at me over her sensual shoulder, her buns plumped up against my abdomen.Fuck my tight ass, Daddy. That’s what it’s for.“Darla.” I swallow heavily, trying to keep my tone even. “You are muchtoogood at sex. You made me lose my head. I thought Ikilledyou.”
“You didn’t,” she murmurs, kissing me, her small body molded to mine, head to toe. “I passed out from the pleasure.”
“Cuddling is very sexy.” I take hold of her bottom and secure ours laps together more tightly, loving the way she purrs at the evidence of my lust. Opens her thighs to cradle my staff, stroking me all over with her small hands, her tits buried against my chest, her hard nipples teasing right to left. “I didn’t expect to love cuddling so much.”
“Mmmm,” she says, licking into my mouth.
“You’re so smooth.” My hips flex. Roll. Pressure rising. “And loving.”
“Loving,” she repeats pressing our foreheads together. “That’s so sweet.”
Why is my heart in pain? “I’ve never been sweet.”
“You are to me.” Her petite figure writhes against mine, her hand slowly trailing down between us to encircle as much of my cock as possible, jacking my thickness once. Twice. Three firmtugs that have my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Even when you’re pounding my little ass, you’re so big and sweet.”
“OhGod.”
She’s pumping me faster now and I tense, unable to breathe. Thoughts scrambled.
Sperm gathers in my testicles, heavy, wanting an exit.
“Do you love cuddling with me, Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Cuddling just means I want to play.”
“Now I know,” I pant. “Now I know.”
“Tomorrow you’re going to have me again.” She winds our mouths together, but I’m still struggling to breathe. No, I’m hyperventilating, and oh lord, oh shit, she’s gripping me so tight. So tight in that perfect little hand. “Tomorrow you’ll come in my pussy.”
Pussy.
Pussy.
I don’t know this word, but instinctively, I know what she’s talking about.
The front breach.
That pink hole that no man has seen, save me.
It’s called a pussy.
The word is horny and adorable at the same time. Just like my human.
“I’m going to come, Darla. Oh fuck, I’m going to come very hard.”
“Good,” she purrs. “I love satisfying my Daddy.”
“Shit,” I choke, spurting messily into her palm, that stroking hand that continues to beat me off while I unload so much come, it seems impossible I only took her a short while ago. I groan and groan, my balls heaving up and down, in bliss, in agony, and finally, when she has rendered me empty, she curls into my heaving chest with a smile on her face, I hold her there like thepriceless treasure that she is…and I dream about tomorrow with my tiny human. I refuse to acknowledge that I only have one day with her.
That a declaration of her love is all that can keep me here.
No. I can’t think about that yet.
Or how impossible that dream seems.
Five
