His words send my body nearly into orgasmic convulsions as I get the head of his cock spit-slick then begin sliding him over my tongue. Working my way down as he increases the pressure on the back of my head.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” His voice is low, pulling out of his chest on a low groan.
He hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop, taking him deep and holding him there. Tears burn my eyes as my body begs for air, but right now, I’d choose making him happy over breathing.
“Fuck.” The word falls out of him, and I’m joyful. It’s the sound of a man engulfed in pleasure, and I’m the one doing that for him. For Daddy.
I slip him slowly back out, desperate for air, then do that a few more times as he begins to flex forward with my movements, fingertips tangling in my hair.
When I get to the head of his throbbing cock, I stop, kissing the tip and looking up. At the loss of my mouth, he looks down. At that moment, I know exactly who I am. What I’m meant to be for this man.
“Daddy.” The words that come shock me and yet feel perfect. “I’m trying so hard to be a good girl. Are you going to give me my reward?”
“Jesus Christ.”
I devour him, turning into someone I barely know as he fucks in and out of my mouth a few more strokes before hardening to another level between my lips.
“Take it, Babygirl. Take it all for Daddy.”
He holds my head and fucks deep into my throat, cutting off my air. The head of his cock grows, and then I feel the first hot jet of cum spray.
“Fuck yes. Goddamn, my sweet little princess. Swallow it all. Swallow like a good girl.”
“Are you happy, princess?”
Daddy tucks me in to bed, patting me on the head and placing the stuffed sloth he just gave me under the covers with me. I am happy, but I’m also sad because he’s leaving.
“No.” I pout.
“I’ll be back. Daddy has some important business to tend to before morning. While you sleep, I’ll do what I need to do. Then tomorrow, you know we have something very special we are going to do together. You are going to make Daddy so happy again.”
“Fine,” I manage. It’s shocking even to me how quickly I’ve fallen into this part of me. This little girl that comes out with Rueger. A part of me that feels so natural around him.
“Now, be a good girl. No pouting. Sleep. You need your sleep.”
After a bath, Rueger and I snuggled in his bed for a couple hours. He even brushed my hair. Made sure I drank a bottle of water, and then he ate my pussy again until my legs shook and I forgot my own name.
He also made sure I texted Heather to let her know I was all right. When she asked where I was and I told her, the only reply I got from her was a drooling emoji.
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Now he has to go do some important work, and although I’m exhausted, I don’t want him to go.
But even through my pout, my eyelids fall. I’m half asleep when he kisses my forehead and clicks off the lamp on the bedside table.
The last thing I ever expected today was this. As I drift off, that mean little voice inside my head tries to steal the joy from me a little. Telling me things I don’t want to hear. Things that give me a moment of doubt, but I shove them away, letting the drowsy warmth of Daddy’s voice carry me off to my dreams.
“You are Daddy’s girl now. I’ll take care of you forever.”
Chapter 5
Rueger
I never had a family. Not really. I grew up in foster care after my mother gave me up for adoption when I was just an infant. I thank her for that. From the little I know, my life could have been infinitely worse if she hadn’t made the decision to let me go. So, for that, a woman I don’t remember, I give thanks every day. My life is what it is, and I am who I am because of all the good and bad that has formed me over the years. I can’t blame anyone in my life for the pain, and at the same time, not credit them for all the joy. Fair is fair.
There were adoptive parents, but after a year, I guess they got fed up with me too. One foster family after another tried to use me to milk the system, let me run wild. Nobody cared all that much when I fucked up then spent a couple years in prison.
It wasn’t until probation that I met the first person who actually cared what happened to me. Levi was a good guy, one of the best. As my mentor, he set me straight. The reason I started my Count On program to try to give back in his memory. One person at the right time in your life can make all the difference.