Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)

“I need…”

He grunted. “I know. Come for me, sweetheart. I’m not going to last. It feels so damn good.”

“Yes!” she cried out as he started to almost thrust violently. At any other time, it might have been too much for her to take, but at that moment, it was going to take something like that to throw her over. Her desire was at an astounding level that she felt she might fly apart if it kept up, but she also worried she’d disintegrate when he finally made her come.

“Play with your clit, baby.”

The first touch of her finger to her clit was all it took. She had no idea if she kept touching herself because she screamed and thrashed against his every thrust.

Bright lights blinked behind her eyelids, and all she heard were her screams, his groans, and her heartbeat in her chest.

Her hips collapsed against the mattress, and she was vaguely aware of him pounding into her and taking his own pleasure.

They both froze as they tried to slow their breathing and settle their hearts.

She felt herself drift and didn’t fight to stay awake because she knew he would take care of her.

When he pulled out, she flinched a bit, but it wasn’t enough to bring her back to full awareness. After a while, she felt a warm washcloth and him lifting her. She tried her best to stay awake, but she drifted close to finally falling to sleep. Then she felt him curve his body around her back and his lips on her head.

“I’ll never lose you, sweetheart. You’re my everything.”

Kyla patted his hand that lay over her stomach. “You won’t have to. I couldn’t live without my daddy in my life.”

“You won’t ever have to. Now, go to sleep, wife.”

“Good night, husband.”

A smile blossomed across her face. She didn’t know if she liked calling him daddy or husband more, but it didn’t matter to her because he was both, and she would never live without him.

The End