Dear Daddy (Yes, Daddy 11)

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

“You sure, little one?”

“Yes, I swear, Daddy.”

“And I swear I’m going to come so hard my load is going to be dripping from your pussy for a damn week,” he threatens, sliding his massive inches inside me in one thrust.

“Daddy!” I scream as he grabs both my hips and takes me with reckless abandon.

“That’s it, little one. You’ll take Daddy’s big cock and you’ll like it.”

“Yes, Daddy. More. Give me more and fuck me harder.”

“Lock your elbows,” he warns in advance, and just as I do he finds another gear, slamming into me, and thank God my arms are braced for the impact as I press against the wall with everything I’ve got as he slams into me from behind.

“Oh, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I’m so close.”

I feel the crook of his elbow wrap around my neck as he whispers into my ear from no more than a few inches away. “Come for Daddy. Cover him in your juices until it’s dripping down my balls and making a puddle on the floor. And then you’ll get on your knees and clean up for making a mess on Daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I wail, and then do exactly what he says, my body jolting as I climax, which sends him right into his own climax, his warm jets filling me as I unleash in the opposite direction.

He continues thrusting into me until there’s nothing left. My hands slide down the wall as I collapse backward into his lap as together we form a ball on the floor.

“Oh fuck, princess. You went from naughty to nice real fast.”

I can’t help but smirk. “Does that mean I’m back on Daddy’s good side?”

“You’re always on Daddy’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him even if we’re not nearly the same height.”

He carefully lifts me off his rod. “Stand up.”

“I’m not sure if I can,” I admit, trying to follow his orders but feeling like Bambi trying to stand for the first time, my knees trying to buckles as I rise to my full height.

“You can do whatever you put your mind to, precious. Daddy’s always here to support you.”

And just like that one of his hands cups my backside and the other steadies my hands and I stand up straight.

James maneuvers himself so he can pull his pants back up and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black, velvet box.

“Like I said…we’ll always be shoulder to shoulder,” he reminds me as he pops the lid revealing the most beautiful princess cut diamond I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve ever seen one in person, but I won’t lie…I have looked online before just wondering what that day would be like for other women, never thinking it could be me.

“My little Josi, you’re everything. You have been since the mix-up landed your letter in my hands. And now that I’ve got a firm grasp on you, my dream girl, I’m making you mine forever before I wake up from this dream and someone tells me the mix-up has been fixed and tries to take you away from me. Not. Gonna. Happen. Ever. And forever is how long you’re going to be mine, my equal, my little girl, and at the same time my woman, in all ways. Always. Beautiful, you’ve already made me the happiest man in the history of the world. Now let’s make this official forever. Make me even happier. Marry me and be mine until eternity.”

I can’t stop the waterworks from starting, and just as the tears slide from my eyes, down my cheeks and hit the floor next to him, I yell out the words that let him know I’m all in on us, just as he is. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes!”

He slides the ring on my finger, a perfect fit, and his lips claim mine.

“Baby girl, I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to bed.

“Another round, to celebrate?” I ask. “I might need a second first.”

“Lil’ mama, we’ve got all the time in the world. Together. Forever.”

“Forever,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that.”