Jackson
This girl’s body is beyond incredible. She’s also damned energetic and aggressive in bed. She’s remarkably sweet and submissive but she’s also a sex demon. The combination thrills me, and after she moves her hips so aggressively, she loses momentum and falls on me. I can feel her pussy spasming around my shaft, and as much as I want to pretend I’m some kind of super stud, and God’s gift to women, I realize she’s done most of the work here, and I can’t claim any of the credit for her climax.
“Oh, Daddy,” she breathes out. “Oh God, Daddy.”
I roll over so she’s beneath me, glad for the chance finally to be in charge. She gasps and looks up at me a little fearfully. Her eyes open widely as I start thrusting and she tries to form words but can’t. She shakes and the fearful look takes over.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whimpers. “I’m… I’m gonna cum again, Daddy. Oh God.” Her body jerks and she wails, “Oh God! Oh God!”
I lean down and kiss her neck, thrusting mercilessly. Her body tightens up and she tries to form words. I don’t back down at all but continue to push the limits of what she can handle. Her arms suddenly fly around my shoulders and she screams as the next orgasm hits and she’s almost hyperventilating a second later.
I thrust hard and fast and feel a little sadistic because I know she’s barely keeping it together and won’t be able to take much more and I like that. I feel a great many other things, though, both physical and emotional. I thrust harder and faster and she screams again and then locks up. I don’t know if the orgasm explodes harder or if another one hits her. She clings to me tightly and can’t move at all.
I thrust forward again and my climax comes with force enough I can’t keep thrusting more than once after it happens. Her pussy spasms around me and, oddly enough, it’s more powerful than if I were still thrusting. She remains locked around me for several seconds. In fact, it might last for almost a minute.
Finally, she gulps in air as if she’d been choking or something and screams, “Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy!” She shudders all around me.
My uncle owns a paint store and imagines of their five-gallon bucket paint shaker used to mix pigments into base paint comes to mind. She’s just uncontrollably shuddering and I gently kiss her neck and her throat and keep still.
Finally, she relaxes her body and her hands move down to stroke my back. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispers. “Oh, Daddy.”
I lift myself up and kiss her lips softly. “Happy anniversary, little girl.”
She smiles weakly and lets out a long breath. “I don’t know how you always do that to me,” she says. She puts her hands on my face and pulls me down for another kiss. “How in the world have I survived this month?”
I smile and say, “I could ask you the same thing.”
She smiles beautifully. Then she frowns. “I didn’t get you anything.”
I chuckle as I finally pull out of her. As my cock leaves her pussy, she squeals from sensitivity. “I’m not one of those guys who celebrates every month.” I kiss her nose and say, “I only said Happy One Month Anniversary because it sounded nicer than telling you I bought you a new bed because I was afraid your old bed was going to collapse whenever I came over.”
She giggles and says, “I hope this one is reinforced with double… um, double strong steel.”
I get up and offer her my hand. She takes it and says, “I’m so happy you’re my Daddy.”
“I’m happy you’re my little girl, pumpkin.”
She beams when I call her that, and it gives me a pretty substantial thrill to know I can have that effect on her. I lead her to the shower and we take our time. We take longer than we usually might because she decides to drop to her knees and remind me of another reason I’m thrilled to have her. I feel almost like a teenager again, at least in regards to how often I’m able to engage in sexual activity. This girl thrills me in just about every way possible.
After the shower, I say, “When are you off from the diner tonight?”
She shakes her head. “I’m off today. I just have to go in for the employee meeting. It’ll be an hour or so.”
“Well, I was thinking of taking the day off, too. Maybe it’s time we get serious about things.”
She looks confused. “What… do you think we’re not already serious?” She almost looks like she could cry right now. I pull her in my arms and kiss her.
“Of course, we’re serious. I mean we could start talking about goals and dreams and how I can help my little girl achieve them.”
She brightens immediately. “You mean things I can submit to you!”
“I don’t usually put it that way,” I reply.
“You mean if there’s something I need to work on we can make it part of the relationship and then you’ll encourage me or if I misbehave, you’ll punish me, right?” She sounds so damned excited, as if I just said I wanted to talk about buying her a store full of candy.
“That’s a simplified version of it, but yes,” I say.
She throws her arms around me and kisses me deeply. When she pulls back, she looks excited enough to explode. “Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you to talk to me about that. I really want to do that. Really!”
Three hours later, her meeting is over and we’re at a little park sitting on a picnic table with ice cream cones. She tells me how she wants to start college and talks about how she wants to be a manager at the diner and one day own her own diner. She talks about how she sometimes has confidence issues and she talks about having a crazy streak she needs to get rid of. She also hints about some kind of a problem I can tell weighs on her but she doesn’t elaborate and I don’t push her yet.
In the end, she submits college to me and work on her career. She also submits the confidence issue, but we only agree we’ll work on it. We’ll make the plans later.
I have a little girl.
I have an actual little girl and I’m actually behaving like a Daddy.
I can’t believe it, and as I think back on how my fiancée betrayed me, it hurts, but it isn’t as debilitating as it once was anymore.