“I love you, baby girl.” He growls and thrusts upward as he exclaims, “I love you so fucking much!”
“Fill me up, Daddy! I need your come!” My voice is ragged, my tits are swinging, and my heart slams against my chest so hard I’m sure it’s going to stop.
“That’s right. Tell Daddy what you want. Use your words and tell Daddy how you like to be treated while you rub your little clit for me.”
Lord help me.
My clit is like silk, soft and swollen, as I scrub my finger around and around, bouncing as fast as I can. My thighs burn, but I don’t stop. My tits rise and fall, swing and sway, as he watches and growls, his rough hand on my hip supporting the motion.
“I need you to fill me up and tell me what a good girl I am.” I swallow hard as I continue to bounce.
“Oh, baby. Hold on to Daddy, ‘cause I’m about to fill that little pussy right now!” His chest tightens and his voice constricts as he yells, “You’re my good girl!My good fucking girl!”
I don’t know how much time passes, but I know I’m lost to it as my stomach tightens and my thighs ache, pressure building to a sudden explosion as I come hard all over my Daddy’s cock. A symphony of pain and pleasure.
“That’s right, baby girl. Soak your Daddy. I want your mess all over me.” He growls low and rough as though he’s on the edge, then somewhere during my erratic convulsions he releases, spilling his seed inside of me for the second time today.
I continue to squirm, my body still releasing its own pent-up energy on top of him as I breathe in the scent of pine and sweat.
“Lick Daddy off, baby,” he growls. “Clean Daddy’s cock.”
I’ve just come, but the sound of his demands makes my clit throb all over again.
Slowly, I slip off his coated cock and slide between his legs, dragging my tongue from his balls to the tip. He’s salty-sweet, the combination of the both of us melded together on his hard cock. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like the taste of myself, but I do. Together we’re like honey and salt.
He jumps as I take him into my throat, his hips meeting my shoulders as he pulses upward. I gag on his length and stroke his thickness, doing my best to emulate what I’ve seen in porn.
“Oh fuck,” he growls somewhere deep in his belly, “right there. Right fucking there. Wash me up, baby. Get Daddy’s cock nice and clean.”
When he starts jumping and wincing, I figure he’s had all he can take.
“Come here, honey.” He reaches for me, cradling me in his arms with the gentle sigh of a man whose urges have been quelled. “You’re such a good girl. You made Daddy’s cock feel so good.”
I sigh against his chest, warming myself in the soft crook of his strong arm. “I don’t want this to end.”
“That’s good,” he groans sleepily, “because you promised I could keep you.”
“You can keep me,” I say, my eyes closing as he grabs another blanket from the couch and pulls it over the both of us. “You can keep me forever.”
The fuzzy fabric of the blanket covers us as I stay tucked into my giant’s arms on the pine wood floor. I didn’t know safety and warmth like this existed.
How could this be real? How could I feel so safe with someone I’ve only known for a few months? How could I know without a shadow of a doubt that this man wouldn’t hurt me and that he only wants to protect me?
For a second, I wonder again if I’m losing my mind. If this isn’t some kind of delusion, it’s probably a hormonal haze.Plenty of philosophers talk about it. But as I lay here, eyes closing, heart warm, I can’t help but picture our life together.
A little house in the woods, a dog or two, and my own practice right here in Rugged Mountain. Daddy and I on the back porch drinking coffee, talking about philosophical ideals and how they relate to psychology. The kids ramming around in the yard playing with the chickens and the horses. I can almost hear the screen door creak, smell the morning dew on the grass, and feel his hand resting over mine like it belongs there.
It’s a life so gentle and steady it almost hurts to imagine it. A life where laughter echoes off the trees and I’m not bracing for the next disaster. A life where love actuallyfeelslike love.
It sounds perfect, and as I drift off to sleep, I’m sure I’m going to have the best night ever… until the phone rings and everything changes.
