Dear Diary: Book 7 in the Love Daddy Series of Standalones

by Wyatt, Dani

  “He’s perfect.” She looks at the brilliant red and green bird on whom I have come to love more than I’ll ever admit.

  He spreads his wide red wings, flapping in a fury, then jumps over to a branch closer to where Chastity stands.

  “Show off.” I shake my head as he bobs his up and down.

  “Sucker.” The bird walks back and forth on the long branch.

  “You tell me something about yourself now.” I want to know everything.

  “I’m a simple girl.”

  “You are not. You are complex, smart, beautiful, many things, but simple is not how I would describe you. Tell me about you when you were younger. How you grew up, your family…”

  I walk over and open the small refrigerator against the wall, withdrawing a plastic bowl with cut up fruit, and take it to the caged opening on the aviary. I slide pieces of fruit through the bars, watching Albert fly over and start to eat.

  “Growing up was fine. I was pretty happy for the most part. My mom was a nurse and we sort of grew up together in some ways. She was young when she had me. She always had my back. Pushed me but believed in me. She’s the reason I got the internship at Westwood.”

  “Oh, how so?”

  “A contest. The parameters were to come up with a product, show the need and then how you would market and advertise your new product to the world.”

  “And, what was your product?”

  “It was an idea for a service. Like a website for parents that were sick. They could leave thoughts, little videos, their history, messages delivered in the future for their children. So, when they were gone, there would be this sort of history as well as a way for the parent to still be a part of their children’s lives even after they passed away.”

  “Wow.” I am taken aback by her sensitivity and the originality of the idea.

  As I stare at her, my heart already knows there’s only one way out of this.

  Til death do us part…

  The consideration of marriage has never, ever been on my radar, but with Chastity I can’t imagine life without her. I’ll get a ring on that finger, my name attached to hers and our future laid out, even if I have to kidnap her and drug her to come on this supersonic ride into our forever.

  “So, you didn’t know your father at all growing up?”

  “Not until later. My mom died when I was twelve so… I was alone pretty much all the time after I moved to my dad’s. He never was interested in me before then. Well, he was on the birth certificate, and my mom left him a note in her will, sort of telling him he had to step up, so I sort of became his responsibility. He had another family, a wife who always felt I was an intrusion into their perfect life with his new daughter who was never intentionally cruel to me, just sort of indifferent.”

  My heart wrenches. More at the detached, unemotional way she says it than the news itself. It’s clear that she has worked hard to insulate herself from the pain.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” I don’t mention the PI information I had. It did include her mother’s death, and that she had been living with her father, but I wanted her to tell me. I don’t ever want her to know that I dug into her life, her past, my suspicions over her potential alignment with whomever is setting me up with the harassment cases. I want to know more, but I already regret asking her about her childhood, only because I see the pain in her face. I can’t bear to see her hurting. “What do you want to do someday?” With a smile, I add, “When you grow up?”

  She grins, and a blush stains her cheeks when she looks down at her outfit. “Well, I mean, winning the marketing internship has been fun, but I really want to write children’s books. And bake. Maybe a baking show for kids where I read then bake something and they can follow along at home.” She pulls her shoulder to her ear, her eyes low. “Probably dumb. I don’t know for sure. But, you asked.”

  I inhale. “Not dumb and yes I asked so promise me you will always be honest. Whatever you need to say, with respect of course, I need to know. If it’s important to you, it’s probably more important to me.”

  She shrugs, twisting her luscious pink lips to the side, and I feel a change of subject is the right thing at the moment.

  “Okay, one other thing. Something fun. Something that makes your heart happy.”

  “So, I used to have a frog that I picked up at the pond outside my dad’s house. I named it Robinson. Then I took Robinson out one day and he made a friend.”

  “Let me guess. A toad.”

  She grins, thoroughly enjoying herself. “No! It was another frog. I named him Crusoe. The three of us used to have long conversations.”

  My heart twists so hard, the agony rips through me. I picture my little angel sitting and talking to her pet frogs. How lonely she must have been.

  “I want to write about the adventures Robinson and Crusoe, and I had. Robinson gets into trouble everywhere, Crusoe wins people over, and they both come out teaching lessons and jumping off into the next adventure.”

  I chuckle in admiration and she laughs.

  “Don’t laugh. There’s other storylines, too. It’s what makes me happy, making up the stories. They are all more for kids, not serious.”

  “I'm dying to hear them all.” I reach for her arms and pull her upright, taking her wrist and turning toward the ottoman again. Her breath grows raspy but she continues to speak. “It’s perfect. I’ll do whatever I can to help you write your stories. To make your dreams come true. That’s my promise to you.”

  “Why are you doing all of this for me?”

  I furrow my brow, unsure how she can’t know. “Because, I’ve found what I’ve been looking for my whole life. Making you happy gives me something I never thought I would have and I intend to make the rest of our lives extraordinary, baby.”

  She’s quiet for a long moment as Albert squawks and swears, then calls her a princess. Then an asshole, making her smile again, and I want to make sure she smiles more everyday than she ever has before.

  “Get the fuck out.” Albert screams as he picks up a piece of watermelon in his beak.

  “I guess I know when I’m not welcome.” Chastity fists her hands on her hips in a playful, angry tone.

  With that, I know what I want to do next, and doing it here with fucking Albert cursing and insulting us every ten seconds is not the right place, so I gather her hand and walk us back to my bedroom.

  Once inside, I’m impatient, but I want her to relax so I keep our conversation going for the moment.

  “So, is there anything you want to know about me?” I ask.

  She nods on a sly smile, licking her lips, her eyes staying glued to my crotch as I slowly undo my fly.

  “Yes, lots of things.”

  Dirty girl.

  “I grew up in Maryland.”

  She squeezes her tit, and my cock drips pre-cum. “That’s nice.”

  “My mom was a high school English teacher and my dad was an electrician. They still live in the house where I grew up. I tried to move them into a new, bigger place I had built, but they refused.”

  “Mhmm…” She rubs her thighs together, her breathing coming faster through open lips. “They sound nice. Tell me more…”

  There’s more to tell about my parents, but talking about my father’s illness and that hardship for them doesn’t feel appropriate right now.

  I drop my pants, get rid of my tie, then work the buttons on my shirt and drop it as well as she bites her lower lip. My boxers are stretched ruthlessly to the left, the direction my cock head is pointing. She stares at the soaked spot where the leaking tip rests under the light-blue fabric.

  “Anything else you’d like me to know?” Chastity steps forward on her tiptoes, in full vixen mode.

  “I was adopted. But I had a wonderful life.” I yank off my socks, throwing them away, my voice growing raspy. “I went to the best schools, even though I didn’t like studying. Played football, went to Yale for undergrad and Columbia for my MBA. Then I started my first venture capitalist firm
…”

  I grab her hair and half drag her to the bed, throwing her onto the off-white duvet as I pull her legs apart.

  I take a long look at the pussy that’s cast its spell on me, pushing my face between her legs with a force that smears her sweet-smelling juices all over my lips.

  Her scream resounds in the room as I nip her hard little clit.

  “God, you taste good,” I mumble into her pussy lips.

  She jerks, shifting her hips, greedy little thing.

  “I never felt I was going without until I saw you. I’ve been hurting, baby, waiting for your pussy to show my cock where home is. You want to give me what I need, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. I so love when you say please.” Pre-cum trickles out of my cock as I reach down and shift her legs to the side, exposing her ass. “Sometimes, when you don’t say please, you will be punished.”

  Her mouth opens, then closes, before she asks, “What kind of punished?”

  “Do you want me to show you?”

  Fire flickers in her eyes, the games have begun.

  “Yes.” She mouths the word more than speaks it, and my hand is already in the air.

  The first smack makes her yelp and my pink handprint on her soft skin reveals itself immediately.

  I spank her harder and she purses her lips, fighting the scream. “One…” I count with every spank, “two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…ten.”

  She screams in a shattered sob; the sight of slick, sweet nectar dripping from her is the sign I needed. I moan, reaching down and gathering it in my palm and smearing it all over my cock.

  This girl was made for me. Created for me. And she needs to know I’m never letting her go.

  I lean forward and grind my cock against her pussy, lubing it up, sliding the shaft up and down. The pussy from heaven rewards me by soaking me in another drench of her honey.

  “God, you’re so sexy. Daddy wants one more taste, I want you good and soft before I make you a big girl today. You want that, don’t you? To be my big girl?”

  I don’t wait for her answer. I pull her pussy lips apart and push my tongue through her. Her body is tense, her legs high up, she screams and shudders. She’s already sticky and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

  I eat her to the edge of orgasm, then I stand, dropping my boxers and dragging her hips to the edge of the bed.

  I clutch the base of my cock and look down at my prize.

  “Are you scared, baby?”

  “A little,” she squeaks out, a hint of authentic fear in her eyes.

  I reach down and grab the soft fuzzy creature from under the bed and hand it to her.

  “A frog? How did you know?”

  “I just know, baby. You can hold that this first time because it’s scary and it’s going to hurt. But, you need to be brave, okay?”

  “I’ll be brave, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. I’m the luckiest Daddy on the planet.” The flush on her cheeks deepens. “You are so beautiful. So perfect.”

  I give my cock one last stroke, it’s like leading him to the precipice. Neither of us will be the same after this.

  “Now,” I start, the depraved fantasy running hot and wild through me, knowing it’s time. “Close your eyes, hold your frog and know Daddy loves you.”

  Daddy loves you.

  “I love you too.” She answers and my world comes into focus as her eyes widen. “Did we just really say that?”

  “We did. I love you. I never understood what it meant to feel that particular emotion for someone. But, now that you’ve come into my life, I feel it, it’s new but it’s real.”

  Our words ricochet around inside my head as I line up the tip of my dripping cock head with her warm, soaking opening, and listen to her breaths quicken at the contact, squeezing her eyes shut. I want to be gentle. My cock is not built for a virgin. But my civilized self is gone.

  I drive my hips forward, tearing her hymen with the head and an inch of me in the first thrust, her virgin hole clenching as her pained cries break my heart.

  I grind my teeth together and stay still, giving her a moment to breathe, the pain on her face real even as my cock pulses with a suffering need to be embedded into her, to make her mine forever.

  I count silently to ten before speaking.

  “You okay, baby? You’re doing so good. Just be brave a little longer and Daddy will be all the way inside.”

  She nods, keeping her eyes pinned shut, her frog in the crook of her arm against the side of her face, driving my fantasy into the darkness from whence it came.

  I slam into her with a force that cracks an agonized cry from her mouth and a growl from mine.

  Her pussy stretches taut to in a vain attempt to accommodate my girth. I’m burying myself into the virgin cunt fast and hard. It’s so fucking welcoming and when I’m finally balls-deep, a roar comes from in the pit of me, claiming part of her that no one else will ever have.

  No one will ever touch her this way. I’m the first. I’m the last. No one can take this from us.

  Mine.

  The words suffer in my throat before I can get them out. “Baby, Daddy’s home.” I hold myself deep as her opening squeezes, the head of my dick burrowing against her cervix.

  She twitches her hips and the slight friction makes me shudder as the cum I’ve been holding back feels like a kinked firehose ready to explode and shoot my poor baby across the bedroom.

  Her hips move again, rocking herself into me.

  “Such a greedy little girl.” I lean down and bite her neck and pull her ankles to rest on my shoulders, our bodies locked together like a knotted dog claiming his bitch.

  I ease out, then slam into her without mercy. Her hands fly out, the frog falling onto the bedding as she clutches the white duvet cover. I look down and watch the obscene way my cock spreads her apart. Her slick, clear nectar striped with her blood has the beast roaring inside of me. She’s an innocent doll, all at my mercy.

  How she kept herself pure for me, I’ll never know. She must have had every dog in the world sniffing around her, but that’s not going to happen anymore.

  I plow into her, over and over, her tits bouncing under the soft white fabric that is bunched around her waist. She is an angel in her white gown on her white bed.

  I thrust again, my hands wrapped around her thighs pulling her into me as I drive into her. I’m holding her so tight; the veins are swollen in a criss-cross pattern all over my forearms.

  I release one leg, reaching up to pinch a teasing nipple under the nightgown. She releases delirious sounds as I slam into her faster, harder, driven by the urge to be selfish and spill inside of her.

  “Daddy’s going to come inside you princess. I can’t stop…”

  “I…want…it.”

  “What do you want? Say it.”

  “Your cum. Inside me.”

  We are a blur of flesh slapping together, my body tearing into her, pump after pump, as our sounds bounce around the bedroom and I hold her legs, making her my own personal fuck toy as her body clamps around my dick, so fucking tight it feels like she’s going to strangle my dick.

  The smacking sound of my balls on her ass resounds in the room. The candles, the flowers, the fucking frog…everything about this is perfect because I found her.

  My own little girl.

  “Open your eyes now, baby,” I seethe, my balls ready to fucking explode.

  Her eyes flutter open, hazy as they latch onto mine.

  I drive into her, the bed rocking and squeaking as I bang into her harder and harder. Her hot flesh still grips around me as her thighs start to quiver in my hands.

  “Take it baby. You’re going to have to take it for me from now on. I’ve gone without you for too long.”

  Her pussy muscles tighten and there’s a flash of lust in her eyes.

  “It still hurts but it feels good now too.”

  “I’m glad. I want you to feel good.
You just have to remember…” The words stick on my tongue for a moment before they spill out. “This is our little secret. You’re my best big girl now, so don’t tell.”

  “You can’t tell, either.” Her lips curve into a sultry smile. “It’s our secret now, Daddy. Together.”

  It’s all I can take. The muscles in my back knot. My balls tighten and jerk. The sweet look on her face ruins me, fucking ruins me, and my cum waits no more.

  It surges up my shaft, pulsing out of me, filling her sweet wet cunt until it’s dripping out onto the bedding below. The force of my orgasm makes the room spin and my vision blur, but I don’t stop.

  I keep moving in and out, my cum, her wet arousal and virgin blood churning together as my climax pulses through me in waves.

  I’ve never cum so hard or so long. My liquid love fills her to the brim and my throat is raw from my own grunts and growls. The pleasure I feel in this moment is like the cherry high people describe from their first hit of heroin.

  The only difference is, I know this is going to get better and better. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing this high, I know it. Her pussy has wrecked me.

  She squirms under me, her eyes wide. I know how savage I must look.

  I feel savage.

  “This has been my dream for as long as I can remember. Why didn’t I find you earlier? I guess I couldn’t. Because up until not long ago, you were jailbait.”

  I pull her legs down, easing out of her, then I shift myself over her body, straddling her, gliding forward.

  “I’m going to reward you now for being so good.”

  My heavy ball sack runs a path over her belly, up her chest until I straddle her neck and stroke her flushed cheeks. My balls look at home hanging over her face.

  My little angel parts her sweet lips and flicks her tongue over the tight skin.

  “Suck me clean,” I hiss.

  My cum, her virgin blood, her sweet nectar all together for my love to taste.

  She angles her head, her eyes unflinching, focused on my cock and balls. She doesn’t hesitate. My sweet dirty girl laps at my ball sack then a moment later, I stuff them into her mouth. They’re fucking big and she moans, coughing, her eyes watering.