“Yes, Daddy.”
Carri knew that with the self-confidence that seemed to be growing inside her like over-yeasted bread, she would be pushing him to do things her way a lot. Or at least until he pushed back. But learning that boundary was a task for another day. For now she wanted to ride her Daddy’s cock.
With her acquiescence, Rooker lifted her off his lap so she was standing on her good leg and stripped her before tearing off his own clothes. He donned a condom before returning to his seat on the couch and helping her back to her position sitting astride his lap.
She gasped when instead of lifting her onto his sizeable cock, he leaned forward and licked one beaded nipple before sucking it into his mouth. A warm palm covered his other breast. The dual stimulation had her dropping her head to stare at the ceiling as her back arched, pushing her breasts deeper into his hold.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her flesh as he kissed his way from one nipple to the other, which he applied equally intense attention to.
His hands stroked up and down her sides as she began to hump against his long, erect cock that lay up his body, nearly to his bellybutton.
“Daddy, please. I need you to fuck me,” she begged as she massaged his shoulders to try and stay grounded.
Without another word, he slowly lifted her body until the head of his cock stroked its way between her lower lips, over her clit until it found her pussy opening. They both sighed as he entered her, filling her pussy with his impressive length.
Once he was fully embedded in her, she leaned forward and hugged his neck. “So good,” she whispered as she began to slowly lift and lower herself.
“So good,” he returned, his hands guiding her up and down his cock, keeping her to a slow pace as he kissed and licked and nibbled at her breasts.
Needing more stimulation, she clenched around him and arched her lower back, which dragged her knotted, exposed clit up and down his lower belly. It only took a few passes before she was facing an orgasmic peak unlike any she’d ever experienced before.
“Daddy?” she asked, not sure if she should be coming without him or not.
Rooker looked up at her, his dark eyes glowing up at her and smiled. “Come, babygirl. I’m right there with you.”
With that, he held her steady and began to thrust up, filling her and driving her over the edge. She screamed as she went flying, and smiled when his roar of completion joined hers a moment later.
When she returned to her body, she found herself pressed tight against her Daddy, both of them damp from their exertions.
“I love you, Daddy,” she breathed before closing her eyes and drifting.
Unable to hold his head up any longer, Rooker dropped it back to rest on the couch even as his arms held Carri secure while they recovered. When she shivered, he reached out and grabbed the blanket that she’d been sleeping under earlier and draped it around her. Then he relaxed and held her as his brain began planning their future. Instead of moving to the apartment in a few weeks, she would move in here and be his woman, his babygirl, and eventually his wife.
But declaring himself at this moment would no doubt panic her, so he kept his thoughts to himself and just enjoyed holding his Little girl.
When she finally roused, he carefully lifted her off his lap and laid her on the couch, then went to the bathroom and cleaned up before bringing back a cloth and cleaning her up.
“Stay right there,” he said with a stern look.
“Yes, Daddy.” She rolled to her side and began clicking through channels to find something to watch.
Rooker collected their clothes and carried them upstairs. While in the bedroom, he pulled on his pajama pants and a t-shirt, then brought another t-shirt down to dress his Little in. After a trip to the kitchen for the snack tray he’d asked the restaurant to put together for them, he settled on the couch and carefully pulled Carri into his lap.
“What are we watching, babygirl?”
“I don’t know. Something with pretty music,” she said as she snuggled into him. She sounded more than half asleep, so Rooker did not bother to comment. He just watched the movieuntil the end, and once it finished, he turned off the television and the lights.
“Daddy? Where we goin’?” Carri murmured as he stood and carried her up the stairs.
“We’re going to bed. It’s time to snuggle and sleep. Tomorrow we’ll be lazy and watch cartoons all day.”
“Oh. Okay. Sounds like a plan,” she whispered. “Good night, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you, too, little artist. Sleep well,” he said, brushing a kiss on the top of her head before he laid her on the mattress and covered her up.
Chapter Fifteen
It took Carri until noon to pull together the strength to ask the question that had been uppermost in her mind since waking up in Rooker’s arms.
