Kiss Me Goodnight (Love, Daddy 4)

“Did I tell you you could move that hand?” I watch her eyes snap to mine, then back out the windshield, then back to me.

“No, Daddy,” she mumbles, and her teeth sink into her lower lip.

“Kiss me, then you can take your hand off and get out of the car,” I order as her eyes flit back and forth again.

She’s unsure, so I help her along, reaching over to take her by the hair and bringing her face towards mine.

She lets out a little peep and cocks her head to the side, giving me a peck on the side of my face and then doing her best to pull away and retreat out the car door. I’m not having any of that.

“Kiss me like you love me.” I pull her face back.

“But, she’ll see—”

“I don’t give a shit who sees. Are you mine?” I ask, arching my eyebrows. “Are you?”

“Yes but—”

“No buts. You are fucking mine. I fucking love you. And I fucking don’t care who knows.” I know as life goes on people will stare. They’ll question. Her soft youth will always sit in drastic contrast to my rough edge, ugly mug, freakish size and yes, the age difference. But all those things are surface fodder. I don’t care anymore about what anyone thinks. Brinna will come to that same place with me in time.

I steal away her next breath, covering her mouth with mine and sealing that thought with a minute-long tongue battle that I know will remove any doubt in her sweet little head, any lingering notion that I care one hot damn who sees us or knows about us from now on.

As we pull back, her lips glisten with our kiss, and her hand in my lap is back to stroking my erection.

“Like this, Daddy?” her breathy words send cum seeping out the tip of my dick.

I choke back a full moan before giving her the go ahead. “Just like that, Babygirl. Now go on and have fun with your friend. I’ll see you at home later.”

“Okay,” she snickers and reaches to open the door, but I can’t let her go just yet. I flatten my hand on top of hers as it begins to lift from my erection, snapping her head around to look at me.

“I’m going to be ready for you to take care of me like a good girl when you get home. So make sure your pussy is good and wet, make sure you think about all the things I’m going to do to you tonight, Lamb. I’m going to show you new things. Take new parts of you. Because they all belong to me now, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her fingers tense around the length of me and my balls tighten at the sensation.

“Good girl. Now, go on and have fun.”

Chapter Seven

Brinna

MY FINGERS ARE SOAKED.

Snot and tears and I don’t care.

“I’m so sorry.” Michaela’s voice sounds far away and echoey like it’s coming from another dimension.

Somewhere I wish I was instead of right here, right now.

“If I knew how you felt before, I would have told you before. I had no idea. I mean, he’s sorta like your dad. It’s not right.”

She’s trying to be supportive, but even in my devastation, my first instinct is to defend him.

To defend us. What we had.

Even if it was for less than twenty-four hours.

It was the best twenty-four hours of my life.

And now it’s over.