Page 7 of Daddy's Always Right

“My little girl.” I groan and then fall on top of her. My thrusts are hard like a rutting bull, but I can’t stop. I’ve dreamed of this, and now that I’m inside her, it’s better than I ever imagined. And I imagined this so many times. “My perfect little girl.”

I lean back and kiss her lips before wiping away her tears. She’s angry with me, but she’ll get over it.

“It hurts,” she says again and slaps at my chest.

I grab her wrist and pin it to the bed as I thrust deep and grind against her clit. Her eyes widen as I hold her in place. “That’s enough of the bratty mouth or I’ll bend you over and take your ass next.”

“But, Daddy?—”

“You said you wanted to take care of me. Do you want me to go back to the library and ask Debra to do this?”

“No!” she answers quickly.

It’s an empty threat because there’s nothing else that will ever compare to how good she feels. There’s no one I love as much as my sweet girl, so why would I ever want to do this with anyone but her?

“Then you need to keep me happy,” I tell her as I start thrusting again. “And I want to see you smile while you do it.”

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath, and I feel her body relax under me.

“There you go,” I tell her as I reach between us. When I rub her clit, I can feel her pussy responding. She’s getting wetter, and I can feel her clenching around me. “I said smile,” I remind her, and then her lips curve up into a pretty grin. “That’s it. That’s what Daddy needs. I want to see you enjoy it.” I bend down and put my lips to her ear. “Even if I like having to take it.”

“It feels good, Daddy,” she gasps as I keep rubbing her clit.

My cock swells in size at the thought of getting to nut inside my Princess. Her legs tense, and her back arches as she comes apart around my dick. Her little cunt squeezes me tightly as she cums, and I look down to watch it happen.

My cock throbs as it pulses waves of cum into her over and over. It seems like it goes on forever, but the sight of her stuffed full of my dick while she orgasms is something I’ve longed for. She’s finally mine in every way, and no one is ever going to take her from me.

“You’re a woman now,” I say and brush my lips over hers. “But you’ll always be my baby.”

“You promise, Daddy?” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

“I promise, Princess,” I agree and then thrust into her again.

ChapterFive

PRINCESS

When Daddy pulls up to the front of the library, I scrunch my nose. I thought we were going on a picnic. I fold my arms over my chest. I stopped coming here. Daddy got me a Kindle so I can read as many books as I want. There are even dirtier ones on there.

“Princess.” I can hear the warning in Daddy’s voice. I keep staring out the window. My arms are firmly folded in place. “Fine, I’ll return it myself.” He reaches into the glove box, pulling out a library book I’d forgotten all about.

“Wait.” I snatch it from his hand. “I’ll do it.” No way am I letting him go in there. I trust my daddy but still. Debra thinks I’m a silly girl she can steal a Daddy from. If it was up to me, I’d shove it right in her face that he was mine.

“How about we do it together?” he suggests. I ponder that thought, a small idea forming in my mind.

“Can we hold hands?” That might clue her in. I know it’s only hand-holding, but it's something.

“We can do anything you want.” He unclips my seatbelt. “I’ll aways do what I want to you.” Daddy’s hand slips under my dress to my bare sex. He told me no panties today. I was shocked because he loves my panties, and I bet all the chocolate bars in the world that if I left the house on my own, not wearing panties I’d be in big ass spanking trouble. I suppose he is with me.

“Okay,” I agree when Daddy starts to rub my clit, making me wiggle in my seat. The sooner we drop the book off, we can get to our picnic and we can play.

“That’s my girl.” Daddy drops a kiss on the crown of my head.

I take his hand as we enter the library today. Debra’s face lights up when she sees us. Well, when she sees my daddy.

“Dropping this one off.” I put it in the bin on the front desk.

“How are you doing today?” Debra asks my daddy, not sparing me a look.

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