by Alexa Riley
When she’s close and begging me to give her the release she so desperately needs, I take my mouth away and deny her.
“Please, Daddy. Make my princess parts tingle.” She raises her hips, undulating against my fingers, seeking the orgasm I denied her.
“You’re my wife now, little girl. If I want to play with you, I will. I own you now.”
“You’ve owned me long before today, Daddy. You’ve always held my heart and my body.”
Her pretty words penetrate my soul, and I know it’s true. She was mine long before I had her under me.
Putting my mouth back on her clit, I lick it quickly, doing it exactly how she likes it. I rub my fingers on the sweet spot inside her body, and she clenches all around me, about to explode. This time when she reaches her peak, I let her go over, working her pussy and helping the pleasure go on for longer and longer.
Wringing every last clench from her cunt, she begs me to stop licking her clit. She gets so sensitive after she cums, but I like pushing her body when it comes to pleasure. And she does, too, no matter how much she protests.
Taking my fingers from her pussy, I lick them clean as I climb up her body. Once I’m on top of her, I take the blindfold off and look into her beautiful baby blues.
“You want Daddy inside you?” She nods her head, her eyes pleading. “No, little one. I want you to use your big girl words.”
“I want you inside me, Daddy.” She licks her lips, and my cock twitches.
I need in all her holes tonight, but right now, I want her pussy. “I’ll do it as long as you don’t tell. Our secret, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I press my aching cock to her opening and thrust in hard, her tight cunt squeezing the life out of me. “Fuck,” I grunt, pounding hard and taking her pussy. I fuck in and out of her tightness as she clenches around me, loving the rough ride.
Leaning down, I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on one and pinching the other as I claim my wife. She’s virgin-tight just like every time I take her, and it’s enough to have me ready to cum in just a few pumps.
“Cum, little one. Cum all over that cock you begged and begged for. The cock you’ve been teasing with your short skirts and no panties. Bending over, giving me little peeks of your kitty, and not letting me fuck it. Now I’ve got you, and you’re going to cum on Daddy’s cock like the good little girl you are.”
My dirty words send her over the edge, throwing her head back and shouting her release. Her neck is exposed, and I lick her there, tasting her sweetness as I cum inside her tight cunt. Her orgasm pulses up and down my cock as every drop of me shoots inside her and fills her up.
When we’ve both caught our breath and come back down to Earth, I collapse on top of Haley, giving her some of my weight. I’m still propped up on my elbows so I don’t smother her, but she likes having me on top.
I feel her hands let go of the headboard and come around to hold me closer to her. I smile against her skin, loving the feeling of being inside her and being held by her.
“Thank you, Daddy. Today was the most perfect day of my life.”
“It was, little one. All thanks to you.” I kiss her on the tip of her nose and then press my forehead to hers.
What I don’t tell her is that every day I’m with her is the most perfect day of my life. Just being able to hold her and care for her is all I’ve ever wanted. And getting to do that for the rest of my life is everything I could have wished for. Haley is my dream come true, and I plan on devoting my life to making each day better than the day before.
“Now, how about another piece of wedding cake? I think the caterers may have sent some to the room.” Her eyes are excited at the thought of cake, and I can’t help but laugh. “Only this time, I’m eating my piece off of you.”
Her giggles fill the room as we roll around in bed, starting our lives as husband and wife. Daddy and little girl.
Epilogue
William
Ten years later…
“Daddy!”
Haley’s shout echoes through the house, and I get up, going to find her. I’ve been waiting for ten minutes for her to put on her earrings so we could leave for dinner. When I get to the bedroom, I see her feet sticking out from under the bed, and I start laughing.
“Little one, what have you gotten yourself into?”
“I lost an earring, and I now I think I’m stuck.”
I get down on the floor beside her and see that her dress is indeed caught, exposing her bare lush ass.
“Well, what do we have here?” I rub my hands across her ass before leaning down and licking one fat cheek.
“Daddy! Help me out of here, and then I’ll let you have me.”
“Promise?”
“Yes! I promise. Please help me!”
I unhook Haley’s dress and help her up off the floor and onto the bed. Pushing her back onto the mattress, I flip her dress up, exposing her naked cunt. I don’t hesitate in diving on her cunt and licking up her sweetness.
It’s been ten years since we said “I do,” and I can’t keep my hands off her. I thought at some point we would cool off or stop with our playtime, but our bond only seems to grow stronger.
We talked about having children for a while, but Haley liked being at the center of all my attention, so we decided not to. We’ve got friends with babies, so anytime she needs a fix she can get it. But soon after we leave, she’s cuddling into my lap and letting me know she wants some extra kisses.
The life we have built together is magical. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect wife—and little—to go through it with. She’s the reason I wake up with a smile on my face every day, and she’s the reason I fall asleep happy each night, blissfully wrapped up in her arms.
As I lick her pussy and she begs me to give her what she wants, I smile and think that we’re going to be late to dinner again.
THE END
BONUS STORY!
PRINCESS
The story of Adam and his little Eve
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To all the dirty Daddy lovers that kept begging for more. Thank you for being good girls while you waited.
Chapter One
Adam
It’s January in Manhattan, the cold air holding a bitter edge to it while I stand in Chelsea trying to flag down a cab. One after another passes me without pause. It’s late and the cold is starting to sink into my skin, but I love winter in New York. The smell of the snow, the lights dancing on the buildings. I just hang out a little longer, waiting for one to pick me up, and enjoy the cold on a rarely quiet New York street.
I’ve finished my business dinner, and I plan on heading back to my hotel for the night. As much as I enjoy the quiet, it’s starting to become disheartening. Lonely even. I worked hard to get where I am, but all I have to show for it is money.
Tomorrow I’m going back home to San Francisco. My business here is finished. I had a meeting with a client, and normally we can do everything over the phone or email, but he insisted I fly out and talk with his partners about the design. So I flew out, wanting to get away instead of sitting in alone at home.
I’m an
architect and run my own firm. Luckily for me, I can make my own hours and travel when I need to. I graduated at the top of my class from the University of Southern California three years ago with a Masters in Architecture. I made good connections, and at 27 I’ve been able to build a successful business from the ground up. It’s all my own and I’ve poured every hour of my life into it. I love living on the west coast, but I miss being in New York. I did an internship here while working on my masters, but went back to the Bay after it was over.
Closing my eyes, I feel a few snowflakes hit my exposed cheeks, and I try to savor it. It will probably be a while before I see snow again.
“Can you help me find the G-spot?”
I open my eyes and turn to see where the sweet-sounding voice came from. I see a petite young woman standing in front of me. It’s freezing cold out and she’s wearing what looks like a thin long-sleeved black top and a gold sequin miniskirt, with skyscraper heels.
Her long blonde curls make her look much younger than her body or outfit suggest. Something about her is so innocent but provocative, and I take a step towards her. A possessive instinct takes over, drawing me to her.
“Excuse me. What did you say?” I ask, unsure I heard her right.
Her full lips part and a little giggle comes out. She misses a step as she wobbles on her heels in the snow, starting to tip forward. I reach out, quickly catching her before she has a chance to fall, and hold her in my arms. She melts into me perfectly, like she belongs against me. She’s chilled to the bone, but she smiles brightly as if she knew I would catch her. For an instant there’s something that passes between us. It’s as if we are two souls that were long lost and have finally come back together.
She is right; I will always catch her. I can feel it in my bones. I was put here just for that very job.
I know that all the time spent building myself up, all my hard work, has led me to this one simple moment. To finding this girl needing to be caught. I pull her even tighter into me, just to prove to myself this moment is real, no matter how crazy and fast it sounds. I didn't get where I am today by not going with my gut, and it’s telling me this sexy little angel is mine.
I help steady her and then reach between us with one hand, unbuttoning my trench coat. Without letting her go, I slip my jacket off and wrap it around her. She closes her eyes briefly and smiles a bit as she cuddles into my warmth. I wrap my arms around her, trying to keep the chill off her as I look down into her baby blue eyes.
She’s so petite. She only comes up to my chest, even with her tall heels on. Brushing a blonde curl away from her cheek, I look into her eyes, wanting to keep her. It's a sensation I’ve never felt before. This immediate feeling of possession towards something that isn’t mine.
Holding her chin, I lean in a little and ask her what I want to know most.
“Who do you belong to, princess?” I don’t know why I call her that, but it feels natural. That name just belongs to her. It’s just as instinctive to me as my feeling she belongs to me.
She smiles at me like her whole heart is in it and reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You.” Her little body grinds into my erection, one I hadn't even realized I’d gotten until she started to rub against me. Sex isn't something I indulge in. I’m always more worried about work, but it seems she’s woken something up, and I want her. Badly.
“Eve!” I hear someone shout, and the woman turns in my arms towards the voice. I grip her tighter thinking she might try to leave my arms.
“Found her!” someone shouts, and I look up, seeing a group of three girls coming over to us. I let out a breath when I see no men with them.
As the women approach us, I feel Eve cling to me, and I tighten my hold even more. It feels like our time is about to get cut short. Or something is trying to take her from me. I’ve caught her and I have no intention of letting her go.
“Leave it to you to wander off the three seconds we weren’t watching you,” one woman says.
“Eve?” I ask, looking down at her. She looks up at me and smiles, a small dimple showing on one cheek, making her look impossibly innocent.
Bringing my hand up, I slip off my glove and touch her soft cheek, feeling her skin on my skin. She has the softest skin I’ve ever touched. I wonder if she’s like that all over.
“What’s your name?” She tilts her head a little more, those full lips parting again, making me want to take them. I want to bite them for wandering off on her own when she was in clear need of being looked after.
I smile and let out a laugh at her playfulness. “Adam.” Yeah, I bet she could easily wrap me around her finger.
“We’re a block up, handsome. You want to walk her the rest of the way?”
Looking up, I nod to her friend, having forgotten about the rest of her group for a moment. I’m busy getting lost in her. I keep my arm around Eve as she walks, not wanting to sever our connection.
“I’ve had a few cocktails, but you are very handsome,” Eve says, and it makes me smile. She agrees with her friend, but when she calls me that, it feels different. I like it from her lips. I want her to think I’m handsome. I want her to want me like I want her.
“Thank you, princess. Is that why you were asking for help with your G-spot?”
One of her friends ahead of us laughs and points to the bar we’re passing. Above the door are flashing neon letters: G-spot.
It looks like a fancy club, and Eve has no reason to be going in there now. The night is early and she’s already pretty drunk.
“Let me take you home,” I coax her. If she goes in there, she’ll only make herself sick drinking more. I’d have to follow her, make sure she’s okay, and she’d likely become annoyed with me every time I’d grab a drink out of her hand, and then she probably wouldn't care to see me again.
“You coming home with me?” she teases, batting her eyelashes at me, almost like a young girl begging her daddy for something. Her lips pout a bit. It turns me on and pisses me all off at once. I want her, but I don’t like that she so easily invited me home without even knowing me. Unless she’s feeling what I’m feeling.
“I’ll take you home.” I lean down so my mouth is close to hers. “And kiss you goodnight if you’re a good girl.” At my words I see something sparkle in her eyes.
She licks her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against mine. The simple action makes me groan. “That’s not being good,” I tell her, and she gives me a half smile.
“I’ll be good. I just wanted a taste.” She bites her lip, making me think she has no intention of being good at all.
“Where does she live?” I look up at the women she’s with.
“She’s staying with me tonight,” the one with short black hair says, eyeing me. She looks a bit drunk herself but rattles off the address.
“I have a key,” Eve adds. I clench my jaw, wanting to snap at both of them. That was way too easy. It only makes it clearer that Eve needs someone to look after her.
“Come,” I tell her, pulling her to the edge of the sidewalk. I hear her friends laugh as they go into the club, leaving me alone with her. I both hate and love it.
This time when I wave for a cab, it comes too quickly. Eve says the address, then nestles next to me, her head lying in the crook of my shoulder. Her blonde waves of hair cover me. I softly stroke it as the cab arrives at the address.
When we get to the door, she digs in her purse for her key. When she opens it, she drags me inside with her. I go willingly. I have no interest in taking her while she’s drunk, but I do want to make sure she’s safe. I want to make sure her friends don’t bring home something or someone from the bar that could cause her harm.
I kick the door closed behind me and Eve throws her small curvy body against me. I easily catch her in my arms as her mouth goes right for mine. The kiss is fast and needy, like lost lovers finally finding one another again.
I don’t want this to get out of control, but she’s testing me. All the loneliness I was feeli
ng hours ago fills up with her. My new mission in life seems to be falling into place.
“Where are you sleeping?” I ask, pulling my mouth from hers.
“The sofa,” she says, taking my mouth again. I waste no time taking her down onto the couch, and as her legs spread, I fall in between them. I’m careful not to crush her. I swear I’m more than twice her size.
“Please,” she begs, her little body moving under mine.
“I know what you need sweet, Evie. I’m going to give it to you since you’ve been a good girl. Then you’re going to go to sleep. Aren’t you?” She keeps wiggling under me as if she can’t control herself.
“Please,” she says again, not answering me.
I slide off her, my knees hitting the floor. I flip her over, making her squeal out as I drag her with me and make her bend over the sofa. Her front pushes down into the couch, her ass rubbing against my cock through my slacks.
I nudge her legs open further, widening them for me. She doesn't fight me. She just keeps wiggling her tight ass, wanting more. Reaching down, I push up her skirt and look down to see she isn’t wearing any panties.
“Oh, God,” she moans at my discovery.
“Answer me, my Evie,” I growl, bringing a hand down on her ass. I have no idea what possesses me, but the need to discipline her hits me strong and fierce.
“Yes, I’ll go to sleep,” she finally says. I rub the spot where I smacked her, the mark on her ass making cum leak from my cock into my boxer briefs. Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I have no idea what has come over me.
Her.
My mind tells me. It’s something about her.
My Evie.
Leaning over her, I cage her little body under me. My chest pushes into her back. Her face turns, giving me the side of her neck, and I lick up to her ear.
