Page 48 of Rayna's Daddy

“Thank you, Rayn Drop.”

Rayna grunted as my cock tapped her clit. She shuddered. She was close. She was so responsive sexually. “Daddy, I’m going to.”

“Do it, baby.” I slammed against her. “Come for me again.”

I wrapped a hand around her throat. Her body stilling, as she exploded again. Her pussy twitched against my cock.

I stood up, holding her panties to the side. I stared at her slick little pussy, all red and swollen, jacking off. With a roar, I came all over her stomach and dress.

The sticky cream spattered against her pale skin. She pushed herself up. I grabbed her, wrapped my arms around her. I held her tightly against me.

“Daddy.” She clung to my torso.

“Yeah, Rayn Drop.” I leaned back and kissed her nose.

“You got me all sticky.” She giggled.

“I guess Daddy will have to take you back upstairs and clean you up.” I kiss the top of her head. “That is, unless you still want to leave.”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.” She rolled her eyes.

I put my cock back in my pants.

“You’re still hard.” She hopped off the table.

“Seems to be permanent since I’ve met you.” I adjusted myself. This would get me down the hall at least.

“Silly Daddy.”

“Come here, Rayna.” I pulled out a chair and sat down and pulled her onto my lap. She wiggled against my cock. “Be still. We need to talk.”

She sighed.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” I kissed her cheek. “Truth is, I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“I wanted you, too.” She stared up at me.

“You’re so young and I got it in my head that this might be some sort of fantasy for you, but life is not a fantasy.” I cupped her cheek. “We are not a fantasy.”

“I know.”

“And, I don’t play Daddy.” My heart pounded in my chest. “It is how I’m wired. It’s who I am. It’s the lifestyle I’ve chosen and if you want to be with me, you have to be all in as my little girl and at whatever age that makes you feel comfortable. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I think so.” She furrowed her brow.

“It’s okay if you don’t. We will talk about it. I will learn about your little, and you will learn about my role as Daddy.”

She raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms. Rayn Drop.”

“I have a question.” She leaned in. “What if I don’t know a lot about my little? I mean, I’ve never thought of the way I acted as being big or little, I’m just who I am. But I most definitely identify as a little.”

“Well, thank you for sharing her with me.” I kissed her bare shoulder.

“All the time . . .” She narrowed her eyes. “Even during sex.” She whispered the last word. “I mean, isn’t that weird?”

“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not weird. Unless you think it’s weird that it turns me on.”

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