39. Daddys home
Daddy's home
Wade
This can’t be happening.
It took over a week before Cynthia’s files finally showed up. And all of the important shit is missing? Some are here, like her birth certificate.
It felt strange to see the blank under the father’s name.
I’ll fix that soon.
But the trail is what I’m really after.
The who.
Flipping through the pages, I manage to find one obscure case worker’s initials on the Texas end.
Five phone calls and endless hours of hold music later, I get an answering machine.
After leaving my details, I hang up and cuss the wall of my office.
It’s damn frustrating when I keep hitting dead ends.
But before I drop my phone in my pocket, a text dings in.
As soon as I read it, my mood lifts.
Elena isn’t going to like this as much as Cynthia will.
Today has been slow, only meetings making safety plans for the upcoming holidays. Halloween isn’t usually too bad besides toilet paper on houses and the occasional fight up at Hilltop.
Well, the last few have been uneventful. Nothing can compare to six years ago when Ford lost his girl behind it.
Ever since then I make a point of hanging close.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are usually just manning security for various functions.
I might pass that buck.
Do I need to drop everything to go home early? No.
But I’m always antsy to get back any chance I get.
If I hurry, I can beat the bus and have some time alone with Elena. I only have one stop to make along the way.
When I pull in the driveway, the clock in the dash tells me I have at least twenty minutes to spare.
My cock fills with every step. By the first step of the porch, it’s pressing painfully against my zipper.
Pushing open the door, the living room and kitchen are empty.
Maybe she’s downstairs?
I can surprise her.
Tiptoeing across the hardwood, it takes every ounce of willpower to keep from rushing.
But before I get to the hall, I hear her soft moan behind me.
From our room.
What the hell?
Peering through the open crack, I catch a glimpse of her bare leg moving slowly down.
Then a tangle of a sheet.
With a tiny push, my view widens to show her lying on the bed, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other firmly pushed beneath her snug shorts.
Fuck.
The sight of her sensuously touching herself makes me leak in my jeans.
Should I stop her? Or watch?
I have a better idea.
Freeing myself from the constricting denim, I step near the foot of the bed, palming myself.
Jesus, I want to just jack off over her, spray her bare belly with sticky ribbons.
“Daddy’s home,” I whisper.
She yanks her hand out of her panties with a gasp. “Oh shit.” Crimson floods her cheeks as she stares up at me wide eyed, a nervous smile fluttering over her mouth.
“Don’t stop, baby girl. But lower those shorts so I can watch.” My knees press the mattress, bracing myself as I slowly start to stroke the length of my shaft.
“I was just, I mean, I get cramps sometimes and this helps.” She bites her lower lip watching me, her fingers hovering near her belly button.
“All the more reason to keep going. I don’t want you to hurt.” I think she needs a little encouragement. “Lift your hips.”
She obeys immediately, letting me tug the purple fabric down her thighs and fling them into the corner.
“Now spread those legs. If I get between them, will that help?” I can’t resist drifting my palm along her smooth skin.
“Yes, daddy. Can you do it? You feel so much better than my hand.” She wiggles closer to reach for me, running her heel up the outer seam of my pants to above my belt.
I’m still in my uniform and boots, it’s tempting to shed them.
Not yet.
“Go on. Show me how those slutty little fingers play with your pussy,” I growl, leaning onto my heels.
Her diamond ring gleams in the afternoon sun as she lowers her touch, spreading her wet slit.
She circles her clit, then rubs it lightly while her eyes fall closed.
“That’s it.” I’m so damn tempted to taste her. “Faster.” My own hand mimics her pace working up and down my engorged cock before dragging my thumb over the purple head. Pre-cum drips onto her churning knuckles, spurring her to increase her speed.
“Please?” she pants. “Help me?”
“Hmm,” I growl, dropping my arm near her ribs to lean over her. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ when you beg like that.”
Letting go of myself, I drag my hand up her soaking seam, then push two fingers in.
“Yes.” Her throat arches as she lifts her chin.
But her arm drifts away.
“Don’t stop flicking that clit or you’ll be in trouble.” My wrist twists, driving deeper into her tight cunt.
Her mouth parts with rapid breaths and she grips the back of her knee, spreading herself wider for me.
I can feel her getting close as her inner muscles start to quiver and tighten.
And her hand slows.
Naughty girl.
Without pausing my tempo, I plunge my ring finger into her puckered asshole.
The shock of my intrusion makes her eyes fly open and she sits up with a gasp.
My lips find the hollow below her ear with a soft nip. “I told you I’d punish you. Does it hurt?”
“No. I’ve just never…” Settling back into the pillow, her surprised expression fades into a wide grin.
“Now make yourself come while I fill up both your holes.” I give her another pinching bite at the tender nape of her neck.
Her hips gyrate against my palm and my cock rubs her thigh as they begin to quiver against me.
Fuck, she’s gripping my hand like a vise. The first shudders begin to ripple through her with breathy moans playing like music in the air.
But then her fingers wrap my wrist, pushing me deeper still.
Disobeying again.
My chest rumbles. “You’re getting punished now.” Pulling out of her, I lift her legs until both ankles are paired in my grip, pushing them over her head.
Then I drag my leaking cock down her dripping pussy.
“Yes,” she whines as she fists the blankets.
Except I keep going to feed the mushroomed head into the entrance of her ass.
She cries out in surprise, but doesn’t try to fight me.
“Flick it,” I grunt. “And you’ll get only the tip. Stop? I’ll keep going.”
Every muscle in my body is screaming at me to thrust into her.
My own legs shake with restraint.
Then I thread my fingers back into her slick pussy, kneading my knuckles over my sensitive end through the thin tissue.
Tiny beads of sweat prickle on my forehead as I struggle not to give in and ravage her virgin ass. There’s no way I’d be able to live with myself if I knew I actually hurt her.
So no matter what, this is all she gets today.
A sample, with a promise of more later.
If she wants.
She presses her clit with fanatical speed until I can feel the tremors of climax building.
“Oh God!” she screams as she explodes. Pulsations pinch my fingers and cock, her body locking me down with the severity of her release.
My nuts tighten as I fall over the cliff with her, punishing her little sphincter with the involuntary spasms of each spurt.
I gasp and pull out of her when I feel her cool touch cupping my sack.
“I liked those consequences,” she giggles as she lowers her legs to frame my hips.
“You like to push the limits, my naughty rule breaker.” I sit back and reach for the drawer next to the bed.
We’ve started keeping a small stash of hand towels there.
Handy since we like making messes.
There’s a dull thump from outside the door. Then another smaller one before there’s a crisp knock on our bedroom.
“Elena, is Dad in there?” Cynthia’s voice carries in.
“Yep,” I call back as I tuck my dick into my pants.
With one last kiss to Elena’s sweet lips, I fetch her shorts for her and hand them off as she darts to the bathroom.
“How was school?” I’m impressed with myself that I can talk normally so soon after loosing a load.
But my knees are still shaky, so I do my best to hide it by fetching two glasses of water. The counter is a handy brace.
“Good. I got my schedule changed so I could take the pencil art class for second period. It just means math is at the end of the day now,” she groans and flops into the kitchen chair.
Sliding one of the drinks to her, I sit opposite and stretch out my weak legs.
Elena is a better workout than any treadmill.
“That sounds great. What kind of stuff are they working on in that class?” I glance up when Elena comes in.
How does she look so innocent with my cum in her ass?
Fuck. The thought makes my cock twitch already.
“Still life. So it’s super easy for me.” Cynthia rocks her head with a smirk. “And grandpa has been giving me some tips on animals. I guess that section is next.”
“Hopefully your teacher can find a challenge for you.” My limbs are still fuzzy as I finish my water.
“So, what’s the trailer for on the back of your truck?” Cynthia blinks at me over the rim of her cup.
I give in to the chuckle. “That’s your grandpa’s. We’re meeting him at Black Gulch in a little while.”
“Really?” She wiggles in her chair.
“Yes, really?” Elena parrots her, but her brows furrow as she looks at me over her sister’s head.
I hold up my palms in surrender. “For the record, this isn’t my idea, but he insists every kid needs a horse.”To say that my daughter’s shriek of excitement is deafening would be an understatement.
Still laughing, I gesture towards her room. “You better go change into something you can get filthy. He’s gonna make sure you pet each one so you’re comfortable with them.”
As Cynthia skips away, Elena slides onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “Is this a crazy idea?”
“Nah. Gives Dad a purpose. He won’t let her near a horse that isn’t safe. Back when he was a sheriff, he did almost all of his patrols on the trail. Mom was a hell of a rider too and would go with him often.” Maybe Cynthia will inherit some of that along with Mom’s red hair?
When Cynthia comes back, she’s changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “By the way, I did this.” She offers me a sketch before she sits down to put on her shoes. “That’s the guy, as best as I can remember.”
Dark hair and eyes, with a mottled cheek with scars running down towards his mouth.
It looks a bit like Max, but also could pass for Cade, if they had the injuries to match.
Whoever this is should be easy to identify once I can find him.
“This is incredibly helpful, thank you.” I tuck her drawing into my pocket, then pat Elena on the hip. “Welp, I guess it’s time.”