Daddy's Careless Little (Wounded Daddies 4)

I am overwhelmed. I feel almost like crying but laughing as well. Perhaps this is what love really means, to dance between extreme emotions and to feel the thrill of their battle within. One battle is gone now.

I will not fail her.

I will be everything my little girl needs, and I will spend my life being the Daddy that makes her life wonderful. I walk to the bed and gently set her down. She tries to hold onto me, but I pry her arms away and growl at her. She giggled delightfully and I step back, pulling off my wet shirt and then the rest of my clothes.

“Forever, little girl?” I ask again as I step out of my pants.

“Forever, Daddy,” she whispers. “Forever and ever.”

I climb onto the bed and kiss her fiercely. She is mine now, my little girl, and I will never doubt the strength of our relationship again. She breathes in sharply as my hands explore her body. She is perfect, this girl, and I let my hands move over her, thrilled that she is still wet from the shower and how my fingers glide over her skin. I kiss her mouth, her neck, her chin, her shoulders…

I kiss her breasts and I let my hands explore everywhere while her soft moans grow louder as she responds to my touch. I am overpowered by her, completely taken by this perfect little girl. I don’t know how I could have risked losing her but now such thoughts are silly and far removed from me. She is mine and I will earn her trust every day.

Her moans grow more eager, desperate, and I realize what happiness really means as we kiss, and I touch every bit of her body.

“You’re mine, little girl,” I growl.

“Oh, yes, Daddy! Yes!”

“Mine!”

She seems to shudder with the strength of my proclamation, and I kiss her again, hard and strong. This little girl is mine, and I am hers, and everything is perfect.