Page 37 of Lacey's Daddy
“Okay, Baby girl.” He starts walking toward the front of the park. “Is there something in particular you want to do when we get there?” he teases.
I set my head on his shoulder. “Mmm. We’ll see.”
Chapter Thirteen
As soon as Daddy shuts the front door, I turn toward him, pull my shirt off, and remove my own diaper. I’m not allowed to do either of those things, but I’m hoping there’s an exception for sexy times.
Daddy grins as he backs me into the bedroom. “What a naughty girl you are.”
I climb onto his bed and turn around to kneel, facing him. I pull his shirt over his head and smooth my hands down his chest. “Very naughty,” I agree. “The kind of naughty that should earn me extra stickers, though.”
Daddy chuckles. “You think so?” He pushes me playfully so I fall onto my back.
“Take your pants off, Daddy,” I demand.
“So bossy…” His hands go to the front of his jeans, though, and he slowly unbuttons and then unzips them. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s a huge step. There’s no going back.” He leaves his boxer briefs on as he lowers his jeans over his hips while kicking off his shoes.
“I never want to go back.” I feel bold, and I spread my legs wide, showing him how ready I am. I’ve thought about this somany times I’ve lost count. Not just since Daddy took me home but for a long time before that.
I’ve pictured what it would be like to have a relationship with Brian. In my imagination, it was always good, but it was never as great as being with Brian for real is. He makes every day the new best day of my life.
I’m under no illusion that I don’t have a lot of issues to work through. I know I need counseling to help me sleep at night and get my head on straight. But Daddy will help me every step of the way, and no amount of counseling is going to change how I feel about him.
It doesn’t matter that he’s my savior. He’s an amazing man and Daddy. He’s exactly what I need and want. And he loves me. I knew he loved me even before he said it because he shows me in a million ways every day. And he always watches me like he’s won the lottery.
I’ve won the lottery, too, and I think my payout was even better than his, but I won’t tell him that. I don’t need to. It’s not a contest, even though I won.
Daddy climbs onto the bed, still wearing his briefs, but I can see the huge bulge in the front. “I haven’t done enough to prepare you, Little one,” he says as he hovers over me.
I frown. “You’ve made me come like ten times in the past few days. I’m ready for more.”
He bends to kiss one of my nipples. “I’m not talking about preparing you emotionally. I’m talking about physically. I need to stretch your pussy a bit before I enter you. It’s going to be very tight, Little one. It will probably hurt the first time.”
“I know,” I murmur as I smooth my hands on his chest. “I’ll be okay.”
“I want you to be much better than okay, sweet girl. I want you to see stars.”
I giggle. “I see stars every time you touch me.”
“Then this time I want you to see the moon and the planets.”
“Okay.”
He lowers his mouth to my nipple again and flicks it with his tongue several times before switching to treat the other one to the same torment.
I’m panting by the time he lowers his face to my pussy, and I moan low and loud when he sucks my folds into his mouth. It always feels so good when his mouth is on me.
I can already see the twinkling of those stars he mentioned as he focuses his attention on the tender bundle of nerves above my sex. And my eyes roll back in my head when he finds my entrance with his finger and eases into me.
Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I’m panting and grasping at his shoulders while he reaches into me as deep as his finger will go. “Daddy…” I’m breathless and needy.
He releases my clit to look at me. “So very tight, Little one. Let Daddy stretch your sweet pussy.”
I nod, but I want him to hurry up and take his shorts off. I may be naïve, but I’m desperate for him to stop teasing me and do it already.
I nearly fly off the bed when he adds a second finger. Holy moly it feels good. I drop my hands to my sides and fist the covers. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. The fluttering is about to erupt again, and I don’t even try to hold back.
When I come, it’s better than any previous orgasm Daddy has given me. My pussy grips his fingers, pulsing around them as if milking them. The room spins as waves of my release consume me.
