Best Friend’s Daddy: Once Upon A Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  My body was on fire and the desire was coursing through my veins. My g-spot reacted to every thrust and sent another surge of pleasure that made every nerve in my body ignite. His thick cock was throbbing inside me so much that the pressure was beginning to build with ferocity. My legs tightened around his waist and I moaned louder. I could feel his body reacting as well. There was a throaty-growl that always signaled the build towards his climax. I dug my nails into his back and held on for dear life when the pressure started to release—there was no holding back. He was about to make my body pay for every bit of teasing that I had given him on the way to our new home.

  “I’m gonna come!” I kissed his neck and whimpered as the pleasure got more intense.

  “Come for me baby—don’t hold back…” He gave me several hard thrusts that made me bounce on the entire length of his cock.

  “Oh god!” My head rolled back against the wall and the pleasure consumed me.

  My pussy started to spasm on Declan’s cock and he drove it deep. It throbbed and pulsated against my g-spot, which made the orgasm even better. I felt him shake and then he began to erupt inside me. My body jerked and convulsed as I lost control of everything when I hit the peak of euphoria. Declan started to hammer his cock into me with quick thrusts once the first burst of his seed was inside my pussy. He kept going until my orgasm subsided and his balls were drained. I fell against his shoulder and he carried me to the couch. I laid in his arms for a few minutes, but I felt the desire creeping up again. I wasn’t done—I need more.

  “I hope I didn’t wear you out already.” I reached down and started stroking his cock with my hand.

  “I’ve got a little more.” He arched his back, and I felt his cock starting to get hard again. “Okay, a lot more.”

  “Don’t think this gets you off the hook.” I guided his cock to my pussy. “You promised to wear your kilt for me our first night in the new house.”

  “Aye, I’ll be good to go before we make it to bed—if we make it there.” He exhaled sharply as I descended on his shaft.

  “If you build it…” I bounced on his cock a few times. “I will come—oh god will I come.”

  “I’m supposed to be the one with the cheesy lines.” He chuckled and started thrusting upwards to match the speed of my hips.

  “Not always…” I closed my eyes and gasped.

  I bounced on Declan’s cock until the pressure started to build again. It took longer than the first time, but it was just as amazing. He made everything inside me come to life until I was gasping and moaning with the edge of bliss so close, I could taste it. Every second brought me closer and I could tell he was getting there too. His cock throbbed against my g-spot each time he went deep inside me when I sank down to his balls. His hands squeezed my breasts, his fingertips flicked against my nipples, and the sensations were driving me wild. My breathing got so heavy that I thought I was going to choke on my own breath before I got to come, but I finally felt the pressure start to release.

  “Oh god! I’m coming!” I leaned forward and let him take control, driving every thrust into my pussy as hard as he could.

  “I’m going to make sure this one is good enough to last.” He latched onto the back of my neck and growled into my ear.

  Declan made me come and then he kept thrusting. I thought the spasms that ripped through my pussy would be enough to bring him over the edge, but he held back. He was determined to make me come again—and the next one didn’t take more than a few minutes. He flipped me over on the couch, slammed into me from behind, and started riding my pussy while both hands stayed tangled in my hair. He still wasn’t done. I was torn between heaven and hell, because the orgasms were starting to hurt. He didn’t care—his lust had overwhelmed him and turned into a primal desire. He made me come so many times that I couldn’t speak, but his cock still kept slamming into me. When I finally felt the throb and pulsation mixed with a thick stream of his lust, I was exhausted. He unloaded inside me until he was drained and then fell forward against my back. I couldn’t move. My arms went limp and hung over the edge of the couch.

  “Did yet get enough that time?” He pressed his lips to my neck, and I heard a light growl in his throat.

  “Yes—I definitely did.” I forced a weak nod.

  Declan stayed on top of me for several minutes before he finally got enough energy to stand. I had no idea how he could—I wasn’t even able to move a muscle. He went upstairs and I heard the sound of the bed being built. If he actually wanted me in it before the sun came up the next day, he was going to have to carry me. There was nothing left—I certainly didn’t think I could come again, despite wanting to be able to enjoy him in his kilt. My pulse stopped racing and my heart slowed down enough for me to really feel the afterglow of bliss settle into my veins. I was too tired to stay awake, so I waited for sleep to take me.

  This is the best way to fall asleep—I don’t even care that the sun is shining in my face.

  * * *

  A few hours later

  “Are ye going to sleep all day, lass?” Declan voice echoed in my ear and he gave me a nudge.

  “Oh shit…” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “How long was I out for?”

  “Long enough for me to know I wore ye out.” He chuckled and helped me stand. “Let’s get some dinner and unpack a few boxes before bed.”

  “Sounds good.” I smiled and nodded.

  We order some food, worked until it arrived, and then set up the dining room table so we could eat. I was already feeling a little frisky when we sat down—the nap had rejuvenated me a lot more than I expected. After dinner was done, we went upstairs, and Declan changed into his kilt—but he took it a lot further than I expected. He walked into the bedroom wearing the traditional dress of Clan Mackenzie and even put some blue warpaint on his face. If the nap hadn’t given me enough strength to get ready for him again, that certainly would have.

  “What does a filthy brute like you do with a lass like me?” I tilted my head to the side and grinned.

  “Depends on how much ye resist.” He walked to the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankle.

  “I might want to resist a little bit…” I pulled away from his grasp.

  “This belt around my waist is for more than just holding up my kilt.” He reached down and started to unfasten it. “Resist me too much and ye might find out how it feels on yer ass.”

  “Oh, I don’t plan to resist that much.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “I didn’t think ye would.” He grabbed my leg and flipped me over. “But since ye showing signs of resistance to begin with—I’m going to have to teach ye a lesson.”

  “Fine…” I lifted my ass up until it was against his hand. “I guess I do need a little color.”

  “Aye.” He nodded.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The spanking wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it got me incredibly turned on—so much so that I couldn’t help but peek underneath his kilt. As expected, all I found was his thick cock engorged and ready for my lips to devour it. I normally savored every opportunity that I got to make him come with my mouth, but the need inside me was too strong to finish him off. I took him into my throat and swallowed every inch of his cock while he rubbed my pussy with his fingers. Thankfully, my mouth wasn’t what he really wanted.

  “Alright lass, are ye going to resist anymore?” He moved his hand around to my ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Not at all.” I rolled over on the bed and spread my legs. “You can already see that I’m more than ready for you.”

  “Aye.” He smiled. “I’m ready for ye too.”

  Declan crawled between my thighs and drove his cock deep inside me. His lips teased my neck once he started to thrust. I was glad he wore the kilt into the bedroom, but I didn’t expect him to keep it on once he was ready to claim me—the sight of him taking my pussy while it was still around his waist was incredible. I erupted in bliss in record time�
�but I knew that I was far from done. We were going to break in the bed as many times as we could before we were done.

  “Yer mine lass—forever and always,” Declan growled into my ear.

  “Yes!” I exhaled sharply. “Always…”

  “Then come for me lass—come for me like yer going to do every time I demand it.” He gave me a few really hard thrusts.

  You don’t have to demand it—I’m already there.

  Epilogue

  Madie

  One year later

  “I now pronounce ye husband and wife.” The Scottish minister closed his Bible. “That means ye can kiss yer bride.”

  “Aye.” Declan grinned and lifted my veil and spun me in his arms before he pressed his lips to mine.

  Our wedding was beautiful. Declan found a Gaelic church in Arizona that reminded him of home and flew in a minister from Scotland—that same one that married his parents. Bagpipes played me down the aisle, and they started up again once Declan planted a kiss on my lips.

  It had been a year of healing for me and celebrating the one year anniversary of our move to Arizona with a wedding was perfect. It was even better having my father walk me down the aisle—and see him actually shed a tear when he gave me away. Anna stood at my side as my Maid of Honor, and the new engagement ring on her finger was almost as big as mine. I was pretty sure that we were going to be back at that same church soon—because she seemed to be interested in booking it for her wedding too after seeing how amazing it was.

  “Alright lass.” Declan took my hand and leaned over so that nobody else could hear what he was about to say. “It’s time for me to get ye out of that dress—as pretty as it is.”

  “We have a reception first…” I leaned against him and laughed.

  “Aye, but ye have to change into something more comfortable—and I won’t need long.” He squeezed my hand a little tighter.

  “You better not even think of taking that kilt off before we get back to the house.” I looked at him and grinned.

  “Don’t worry—ye already know what’s under it. I won’t have to take it off to get what I want from my new bride.” He started walking down the steps.

  “Hold on, I want another picture of you two in the aisle.” My mother stepped out of the church pew and held up her camera.

  “Doesn’t she know we got a baby to make?” Declan smiled and posed for the picture.

  “Trust me—she’s already picking out names.” I chuckled under my breath and leaned against him for another picture. “Better hope the doctor was right about reversing your vasectomy, because she’s ready to be a grandmother.”

  “Aye, he said the success rate was high—and I’m all healed up now.” Declan pulled me past the crowd once they were done taking pictures.

  Things were never going to be perfect with my parents, but I had given them a second chance—just like the one Declan gave me. They found a new church that focused on love, compassion and forgiveness instead of fire and brimstone. I still didn’t think they should lead their lives based on what the preacher said, but it did seem to change their perspective once they heard God’s message the way it was intended to be relayed.

  “This way.” Declan pulled me towards the side room of the reception hall.

  “You’re serious about this?” I held my dress with one hand as I followed behind me.

  “Aye—let’s get a baby in ye.” He looked around to make sure nobody was nearby and then slammed the door.

  We consummated our marriage for the first time in the side room of the reception hall. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. We spent the evening with family and friends before returning to the house for the passion that was expected on our wedding night. We weren’t going to get much sleep—I could already tell—but at least we could get some on the plane the next day. We were going to honeymoon in Scotland, and while I was looking forward to seeing all of the sights, Declan seemed more focused on making sure I was pregnant before I got back home. I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be a problem—he was incredibly determined.

  * * *

  Two months later

  “Pee on the stick already, lass. What’s taking ye so long?” Declan knocked on the bathroom door.

  “I already peed on the stick! I’m waiting for the result!” I stared at the stick and smiled when I saw the plus sign.

  “The suspense is killing me!” He knocked on the door again.

  “You know what’s going to kill you, Declan Mackenzie?” I pulled the bathroom door open and glared at him, but I couldn’t keep the smile hidden for long. “Changing diapers!”

  “Oh lass, you must be mistaken—Scottish men don’t change diapers. That’s what I got ye for.” He pulled me into his arms and practically yelled with excitement.

  “Don’t try to pull that—I’ll call your mother. She told me to pick up the phone if you tried something like that.” I leaned back from his embrace and grinned.

  “Okay, I’ll change—one diaper.” He growled playfully.

  “This little lass is going to have you wrapped around her finger—just like I do.” I winked at him.

  “Lass? Already got one of those—it’s a lad this time, I can feel it.” He pulled me back into his arms.

  “Well either way, I want to feel something else right now…” I slid my hand down his chest and grabbed his cock.

  “Aye, I’ll give ye anything ye want.” He exhaled sharply and squeezed my ass. “Especially that.”

  “You’ll have to be quick—my first class starts in two hours.” I moved my hand to his and started walking towards the bedroom.

  “Definitely can’t be late—I won’t be able to spank ye when ye misbehave for a while.” He followed behind me.

  “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me in between changing diapers…” I looked over my shoulder and grinned.

  “Aye, I definitely will.” He closed the bedroom door and pushed me towards the bed.

  I probably should tell him that twins run in my family—and they usually skip a generation. Nah, I’ll save that surprise for later…

  The End