“So good, Daddy. It does stretch a little, but it’s a good stretch.”
“That’s what I was hoping for. I’m going to move now, okay?”
I nodded.
“Put your hands on my shoulders. I want to make sure you don’t lose your balance.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl,” she said as she started to rock the chair back and forth.
“Oh, Daddy!” I cried, overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Hang on tight, baby,” she commanded, picking up a tiny black remote. Before I could even ask what it was for, the dildo started to vibrate and I cried out in pleasure and surprise.
“Fuck me, I love to hear those sweet whimpers, Lennon.”
“Daddy, I can’t… I’m not…” I tried to warn her. I couldn’t last with the thrusts and the vibrations. It felt so good—too good.
“You can come, baby. I feel it too. This one has a piece that fits inside me too and I know it’s so hard to hold off. You can come and if you want to and then you can come again,” she assured me, keeping the same pace.
“I want to come with you, Daddy! I want us to come together!” I cried, trying to lift my hips to buy some time.
Her hands gripped me tighter and she held me onto the cock. “Then let’s come together baby,” she said, picking up her speed. Her thrusts were hard, firm, and oh so yummy. She leaned forward and captured one of my nipples. She grazed it with her teeth which wound up being my final undoing. I exploded, color bursting behind my eyelids.
“Daddy! Daddy!” I cried, falling forward and sobbing into her chest.
“That’s right baby. Fuck, Lennon, you’re so damn beautiful!” Daddy cried thrusting into me one more time before she came too, stilling under me. She brushed my hair back away from my face again and lowered her mouth to mine.
“Magic, baby,” she whispered against my mouth before taking it in a heated kiss.
Chapter Nine
Kay
Pulling a chair out for Lennon, I waited until she sat before sliding her up to my usual corner table at my favorite breakfast spot.
“The usual?” Patsy, my normal waitress, asked.
“I actually have a special guest with me today,” I told her, nodding my head toward Lennon. Her eyes lit up and she came from behind the counter to introduce herself.
“Patsy, this is my girlfriend, Lennon. Lennon, this is Patsy, the best waitress in all of Strickland.”
“Oh, you flatter me,” the older woman said.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” Lennon replied sweetly, making my heart swell.
“I will have a coffee and she will have an orange juice.”
“Got it,” Patsy said, walking off to fix our drinks.
“Maybe I wanted coffee.” Lennon pouted.
“Did you?” I grinned at her. She often complained about the smell of coffee at Daddies Ink. I knew she was just being a brat.
“No. I wanted orange juice.”
Chuckling, I reached over and chucked her chin. “You’re too cute, baby.”
