Daddy holds my gaze as he lifts his hips slightly. His cock knows where it belongs, and it instantly lodges at my entrance. A heartbeat later, Daddy thrusts into me all the way to the hilt.
I gasp. My eyes roll back in my head. Stars align.
“Did I hurt you, Little one?” he whispers, his thumbs stroking my neck. He’s cupping my head.
“No.” I lower my gaze to meet his. “Blade, move. Fuck me hard.”
He growls possessively as he pulls almost out and thrusts back in.
My vision blurs. It’s not rational. Two thrusts and already I can’t see straight.
“Come on Daddy’s cock, June. I want to feel your pussy suffocating my dick.” He thrusts in deeper and rocks his hips just right so that the base of his shaft grinds against my clit.
That’s all I need to be thrown over the edge. “Blade…” My fingers dig into his biceps. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good, and it never will. This isn’t just sex. It’s the combining of souls. All is right with the world. I’m where I belong, in the arms of a man who adores me.
I don’t know how he does it, but Blade manages to thrust in and out of me so many times that I come again, screaming this time, before he releases himself deep inside my channel on a long, sexy moan.
Twenty-Five
Blade
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Nothing in the universe compares to the sheer bliss of finally fully claiming my Little girl. The sex is off the charts. Apparently, it really is that much better when it’s with your forever person.
I’m trembling when I finally ease out of her, and I love seeing my come slipping out in the wake of my cock. I rise onto my feet but continue to hold her thighs open so I can stare at her pussy.
“Fuck, that’s sexy, June. You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see your swollen pussy still quivering from your orgasm while my come runs out of you.” I’ve never had sex without a condom, so this is an added new experience for me.
Her cheeks are pink, but she’s smiling. When she lowers her gaze to my dick, she smiles broader. “You’re still hard, and that’s pretty sexy too, Daddy.”
“I’ll probably always be hard when I’m around you, Little one, especially now that my cock knows what it feels like to be inside the most perfect Little girl on Earth.”
I wish we could climb under the covers and snuggle for the entire day, but we can’t. I’m supposed to meet with my team. I haven’t told them exactly when I’ll be there, but they’re expecting me.
Reluctantly, I lean over, kiss my girl’s swollen clit, and release her. “Don’t move, honey. I’ll be right back with a washcloth to clean you up.”
I turn on the water in the bathroom as soon as I enter so it will get warm. Once I have washed my dick, I wring out a washcloth for June and return to find her right where I left her. Her hair is fanned out around her like an angel. Her cheeks are still pink. Her green eyes are glassy from the lingering effects of our lovemaking.
She’s never looked prettier, and she’s mine.
I clean her up before helping her stand so I can put clean panties and a fresh dress on her. “Daddy needs to get some work done, Little one. Do you want to stay with me for a while? I’m going to take care of a few things in my home office first.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She leans into me as we leave the bedroom. Fuck, but I’d rather climb back in between the sheets with June. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. I have this odd, prickling sensation that won’t let go of me.
A part of me tells me to turn off our phones, go back into the bedroom, lock the door, and make love to my girl for the rest of the day.
June is slightly off, too. She was fine during breakfast and beyond delighted when she found out about the waffles. It’s amazing how easy it is to please my Little girl. The simplest surprises make her jump for joy.
Toaster waffles? I mean, I knew she liked them. She’s told me several times, but her pure, unadulterated joy was enough for me to decide I would let her have the nasty things every single day if she’s going to smile and giggle like that. How bad can they really be? I’m not going to read the label and find out. I doubt there are enough ingredients in them that are identifiable. They won’t kill her, though.
It’s as though something shifted between us while I was inside her. Our connection deepened. I hadn’t thought that was possible, but it did. I’m reluctant to let go of her.
As I sit at my desk, she’s clinging to me. She stands next to me, holding my arm, her head against my bicep. I offered to let her sit in my lap, but she shook her head and told me she just wanted to be close to me.
I rub her back. The air in the room crackles with something I don’t like. When I suggest she take some time to play in her nursery, she shakes her head. It’s mostly complete now. A haven for any Little girl. It’s filled with toys and games, puzzles and books, dolls and tiny clothes.
I learned that June didn’t have a lot of toys growing up. When her father was still around, he was too big of an ass to care about providing her with much of anything. And after he went to prison, there was never enough money for extras.
