Daphne Vs. Daddy

I feel the hot load of cum all over my back and I groan. I had no idea this could be so sexy. I hear Dominic grunting and cumming hard. There’s a lot, even though he has already cum so many times.

I feel several ropes of cum spurt out until my whole back must be painted with his cum.

“Fuck that was hot,” Dominic growls finally.

I turn back to look at him.

He’s stroking his cock, and there’s just a little drip of cum left on his cock.

“Want me to clean that off for you?” I ask, winking at him and already licking my lips.

I can’t believe how horny this man makes me! It'll be the death of me. But we already established that it’s a pretty fine way to go, so there’s that.

“Actually,” Dominic says with a grin, slowly releasing his cock. “I want to do this instead.” I feel him scoop a large amount of his cum off my back. He puts it on his tongue. I’m mesmerized.

Then he scoops up some of my cum off my pussy, and puts that on my tongue.

He pulls me in for a kiss, and I almost melt as our lips touch. Sharing our cum is so incredibly hot that if my body wasn’t so exhausted, I would probably try and fuck him again. I’m exhausted, sure, but I’m so aroused by this that I crawl onto hips lap and grind my pussy against his cock. I taste us together, our kiss one of the dirtiest things I’ve ever done and, at the same time, one of the most tender. His arms wrap around me and I know that there’s still so much of his cum on my ba

ck. He doesn’t care. He’s tasting me on our tongues, so a little cum on his arm isn’t going to bother him.

“God, you’re so filthy, daddy,” I tease when I finally break the kiss for some much needed air.

“So are you, baby girl. You like when daddy defiles you?” Dominic’s eyes blaze with lust, and love, and it warms me from my heart to my pussy.

“Yes,” I whimper out. “I like when daddy fucks me, when he owns me, when he loves me,” I say finally.

I kiss him again, and I’m lost in his touch. Dominic is everything to me. And I can feel that he means it when he says I’m everything to him.

28

Daphne

You think the story is totally over, don’t ya?

It’s okay. Most people would.

The truth is, it’s barely started.

You see, the thing is that sure, I might be going out with Dominic now. I might be engaged to marry a man that once used to be my stepdad. But life doesn’t end there. It’s not like the last act in the tapestry of our lives. Far from it.

I mean, you remember Lisa? You remember Ashley? Kim? My friends? They have lives too. And my life intersects with theirs, just as theirs intersect with mine.

So, it’s not fair to say this is the end. Because each of them will have things that happen to them. They’ll look for love if they haven’t found it. And they’ll find it. And they’ll celebrate it like I am right now. With the man that makes me happy. With the man that makes me feel safe.

I guess after all that talking what I’m trying to say is that my story isn’t complete nowadays unless you take Dominic’s story into consideration. And then take my friends’ stories into consideration as well. Because I’m just one piece of a much larger tapestry.

So don’t worry, you actually will be able to experience all that – my friends and all – in a little bit. But right now, it’s important that you ruminate with me on this fact that my life is—

“Are you gonna eat that?” Dominic asks from across the table and I roll my eyes as I look at him.

“I was thinking something serious, babe,” I say making sure I use just the right amount of exasperation in my voice. He needs to be chastised, but not discouraged.

“Yeah, and I was asking if you were going to each the last of the sausage on your plate” Dominic asks me, matter-of-factly.

It’s Sunday morning and we’re sitting at Ulysses on Stone Street as we have brunch. The ships and tourists are piling up near the South Street Seaport all heading to Governor’s Island. Lucky for me, Dominic has his own boat that will take us to Governor’s Island when we’re ready to go.

But as bucolic as this scene is, Dominic seems intent on wanting to ruin it. Namely by asking again. “Daphne, seriously, don’t waste good sausage.”