She hesitates, her body shuddering as she fights the desire building inside her. I press harder on her clit, forcing her body to bend to my will even if it takes her mind a moment to catch up.
When I feel her tense, I ease up, drawing her back from the precipice. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to ask me, Josephine.”
Even with tears of frustration sparkling on her lashes, she refuses.
Stubborn little brat.
Too bad for her, I’m even more stubborn.
Slowing my thrusts, I take her to the edge again, once more yanking her back before she has a chance to fall. Over and over we repeat the same dance, with her growing more and more frustrated each time I deny her.
Until, at last, she breaks with a loud sob.
“P-please, Daddy,” she gasps, her entire body shaking with denied pleasure.
“Please what, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”
Her breath hitches, and it takes her a moment to get the words out, but eventually she manages to force them free. “P-please let me c-come. Please.”
So fucking sweet. Pulling back, I slam into her at the same time I press down hard on her clit. “Come for Daddy, baby.”
Her screams of pleasure fill the room as she obeys, her pussy spasming around me as I loosen my hold on the reins of my self-control, fucking us both over the edge of sanity. With one final thrust, I bury myself as deep inside her as I can manage, filling her with my cum as her pussy continues to milk every last drop from me.
“My pretty little bug,” I murmur, turning my head to press a kiss to her calf. “That was fucking perfect, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
She hums softly, her eyes fluttering closed as a satisfied smile curves her lips. It's with great reluctance I pull free of her warmth so I can wrap her up in a fresh diaper. I don’t bother to wipe her clean first—the idea of her walking around with my cum coating the soft cotton pressed against her pussy is far too enthralling.
With that done, I find another of my t-shirts for her to wear and dress myself before hoisting her in my arms and carrying her downstairs to our wedding brunch. Our family is laughing at some story Colt is telling about his most recent work trip, but the sound tapers off when Josie and I step into the room.
My gaze clashes with Gray’s, and I ignore my usual seat for the time being to carry Josie to the end of the table. “Auntie Gray, Josie has something to say to you.”
“I don’t haveanythingto say to her.”
Silence follows Josie’s pouty refusal, and Gray meets my eyes, giving me a subtle shake of her head.You don’t have to make her do this.
And for a moment, I am tempted to let my babygirl off the hook. But if I do that now, then it will only teach her that she can get away with being disrespectful, and that is a habit I need to put a stop to as soon as possible.
“Josephine Elise.” I put as much steel as I can manage into my voice. “Apologize to Auntie Gray unless you want that spanking I promised you.”
There’s another long, strained silence as everyone waits to see if she’ll continue to disobey. But eventually my babygirl sighs and buries her face in the side of my neck. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, just barely loud enough for anyone but me to hear.
Gray starts to smile, but I cut her off with a look. “Look your Auntie Gray in the eye, and tell her exactly what you’re apologizing for.”
Josie mumbles something I can’t quite make out, but I ignore it for the time being. Because she does actually lift her head to meet Gray’s gaze. “I’m sorry I called you a traitor.”
A relieved smile stretches across my sister’s face, and some of the knots in my stomach unravel. “Good girl,” I praise, pressing a kiss to Josie’s temple. “Now, I believe your Auntie Gray has your final Chivaree gift.”
For a moment, Gray looks uncertain. But I won’t have our burgeoning family traditions thwarted just because we have some complicated history with my Little girl.
So at my nod, Gray opens her arms. “Come here, sweet girl.”
Bending down, I place Josie on her lap. Despite being two years younger than my babygirl, Gray has several inches and several pounds of muscle on her, and it’s nothing for her to cradle her former best friend in her arms as she reaches for the bottle of milk sitting on the table.
She brings the bottle to Josie’s lips, and my Little girl stares at the rubber nipple, then up at me, the question clear in her eyes.
“Go on, bug. Drink up.”
Her lips part, just enough for Gray to slide the nipple between them, and Josie gives a tentative suck. Eyes locked on me, she takes another, more confident pull.
