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“Yes, baby?” He pushes up, his cock slipping out of me as I swallow and admire the hunk of man that makes me so happy.
“I gotta pee. Bad.”
He chuckles, sweeping me against him, breaking into a slow jog toward the nearest bathroom as I choke back the giggles that only threaten to have me peeing before we reach our destination.
I still wear black sometimes, but my closet is now filled with a mixture of the things that remind me of who I am to him, but also that remind me, I can be whoever I want as long as he’s standing behind me. Ever watchful.
Always loving.
“Daddy?” I ask, as he lowers me to the floor.
“Yes, baby?”
I grin, and kiss him, and whisper the words I’ll never stop saying for the rest of my life. “Thank you, Daddy.”
