Be My Babygirl

She opens her mouth, her eyes on me seductive and coy. I slide it between her lips, my cock hardening. Who knew a garden tomato could be arousing?

She bites down, and her eyes roll back in her head. “Oh my God, that’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”

I tug a lock of her hair. I’ve tried hard to remain detached from her, but her love of life, her innocent joy and expressions, the unpretentious way about her, melts me.

We amble toward the fields, the sun beating down hot and relentless, but Katie doesn’t seem to mind it anymore. She squeals at the roughly hewn fence and field of wildflowers. “Oh, it’s a picture,” she says. “Isn’t it a picture, Darius? How could you ever leave such a place?”

My body tightens, and I look away, not answering at first. I can’t sum it all up in a sentence… the poverty I grew up with, the betrayal from Tiffany, the loss of my parents and younger brother.

“I didn’t grow up here,” I say simply. “Remember, I bought this for Gran later.”

“Oh, right,” she says, oblivious to whatever torment from my past might be written on my features. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. “Is that a barn?”

Her childlike enthusiasm is adorable. “Yeah, baby. You want to go see?”

She’s already running up ahead of me. I have to trot to keep up with her.

“Are there any animals here?” she says, looking around the barn.

“Just a few chickens these days. Back in the day there were horses, though.”

She sighs. “I love horses. I love barns!”

Noted.

“You know what I like about barns?” I say, prowling closer to her.

She must catch the tone of my voice, because she looks over her shoulder at me and gives me a grin. “They’re far away from your Gran’s insistence on sleeping in separate beds?”

“How’d you know?”

“Always thinking of sex,” she teases, but the next moment, she takes off at a run. “But you’ll have to catch me first!”

I groan, and she sprints. I let her think she’s got a lead on me. She must’ve forgotten I played football back in the day. She squeals when I give her chase, easily catching up to her. She ducks behind a bale of hay, then scrambles up onto the loft. Ha. There’s no way down.

“Ah, Katie Kats like lofts, don’t they?” I say, pacing below when she scrambles for a way down, but the only way down is right in front of me.

“Uh oh,” she mutters.

“Uh oh is right. Stuck up in a tree, little Katie Kat?”

She groans.

I chuckle as I make my way up the ladder.

“Such a naughty little girl running from her daddy, isn’t she?”

She doesn’t reply. I wonder what she’s up to. The ladder’s tall, and by the time I’m at the top, she’s nowhere to be found. What the hell? I know there’s no way down from here.

I turn to the left when I hear her squeal and she tackles me to the ground. I quickly turn to grab her, and in one swift motion, maneuver her beneath me.

“Naughty little kitten,” I say, tsking at her. “Daddy will have to punish you for that.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and it’s all the encouragement I need to drape her over my knee and smack her full, pertinent little ass.

“Someone will hear!”

“Good. Let them.”

I bring my palm down hard.

“Darius!”

“That’s daddy to you, young lady.”

I spank her again.

“Okay, okay,” she’s panting. “I want to be able to sit for dinner tonight!”

But she’s giggling, and her cheeks are flushed pink. I push her off my knee onto the grass and take off my t-shirt. I open it out and lay it across the hay. I arrange her on top.

“You’ll sit just fine,” I tell her, sliding her leggings off and reaching for her panties. “You’ll just remember who your daddy is when you do.”

She fumbles at my waist and unfastens my jeans, draws my cock out, and guides me down between her legs. I shift my weight and cage her beneath me as I slide between her folds and groan when her pussy hugs my cock.

“Be quiet,” I whisper in her ear. “We don’t want anyone to hear us, now, do we?”

Her eyes widen and her cheeks heat. She bites her lip and shakes her head, then her eyes roll back when I thrust hard in her. I cover her mouth with my hand while I fuck her hard, with swift, savage strokes. She keens with pleasure and stifles her whimpers.

“Katie likes it when I take her rough,” I whisper in her ear, before I take her earlobe and bite down. “Katie likes to be fucked hard.”

She moans and writhes but nods her head. I capture her wrists and pin them to her sides while I continue to thrust in and out without stopping, not holding myself back, but claiming her right here. Her head falls back and her mouth parts. I know the way her breathing hitches just before she comes, the way her pulse races against my fingers. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Come for daddy. But not a sound or I’ll punish you.”