Epilogue
Axel
I shook my head at the sight of four Little girls piled into the back seat of my truck. There was no telling what they were up to. Waking over to the giggling gaggle, I watched the silliness.
“Look, Daddy! We all fit,” Paisley said, grinning up at me.
“You most certainly do not fit.”
“We do! See! You even have enough room to shut the doors,” Reagan argued.
I raised an eyebrow and propped my boot on the footboard. “There are only three seatbelts and I see four Little girls.”
“Oh, that’s okay. You just gotta drive really careful, Daddy. I believe in you,” my Little imp sassed.
“Yeah, Uncle Axel, we believe in you!” Emily added from her sandwich position between Paisley and Dallas.
“I believe…” I whispered as I leaned in closer to the group.
Four small bodies leaned forward, eyes dancing in excitement at the chance to hear my confession.
“I believe…. you all need spankings.”
Dramatic groans filled the cab of the truck and I laughed loudly, full of joy.
It was a happy day even with their dramatics. Paisley and I had purchased a home together and all of our friends were helping us move in today.
Selling my old home and buying a new one with Paisley had been bittersweet. At first I’d struggled with feeling like I was leaving all of my memories with Junie behind. Fear of forgetting her made me anxious and left me feeling emotionally raw, but I also understood how badly Paisley needed something to call her own.
She’d never had a real home before and asking her to move into mine and Junie’s home wasn’t going to fulfill that need in her life. It had been a difficult time as I processed through some hard feelings, but thankfully Maddox had helped me work through it. He’d listened to all of my worries, then reminded me that Junie’s memory would live on each day I woke up and chose to love. He”d helped me move forward. He’d also helped me remember that she’d want this for me and assured me I would never forget her.
Soft arms wrapping around my neck brought me from my thoughts, and I smiled as Paisley climbed from the truck and into my arms. Her soft scent surrounded me and I breathed her in.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby. So much.”
Angel hissed from the carrier she was in, breaking our special moment. I groaned and pressed my forehead to Paisley’s. Her body shook with giggles.
“I do not love that damn cat.”
“Poor Angel,” Paisley said sympathetically. “She doesn’t like change.”
“She doesn’t like anything. Cat toys, cat food, her cat bed, other cats, people, me…”
Paisley’s hands covered my mouth as she shook with giggles again.
“You’re growing on her, Daddy! She didn’t bite you yesterday.”
“No, she didn’t bite me yesterday, but the verdict is still out on today.” I eyed the hissing monster with distaste. “Are you sure we can’t leave that little shit at your apartment for the next tenants?”
“Daddy!” she scolded.
I sighed and kissed her nose.
Grinning back at me, she stroked my beard. “Are you ready to move into our house?”
“I am. I have lots of things planned for tonight to make sure we christen every room.”
Her body wiggled against mine and my cock hardened in my jeans.
“Like what?” she asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“For starters I’m going to eat that pretty pussy in every room in the house.”
“You are?”
“Yes, I can’t wait to see you laid out for me, that sweet, sexy body just waiting to orgasm.”
Needy whimpers rolled from her lips.
“And then I am going to fuck your sweet cunt on the island in the kitchen. When we toured the house that was the first thing I pictured. You bent over the island, tits pressed against the marble, toes barely reaching the ground, and sweet cries rolling from your mouth as I took you hard and fast.”
***
Trembling thighs, sopping slit, and needy whimpers filled all of my senses. Paisley was just as beautiful as I’d imagined when I pictured her pale skin against the dark marble. “Fucking beautiful,” I growled as I stepped back between her knees.
“Daddy, please,” she cried. Poor baby. She needed to come so badly.
“I know baby, your pussy is so ready for me. It’s so wet for Daddy. Daddy just has to have one more taste first, okay?”
“Noo,” she sobbed.
“I know, Daddy’s so mean,” I teased, lifting her thighs over my shoulders and her cunt to my mouth.
Using quick, firm licks, I brought her orgasm quickly. Her moans filled the room along with the scent of her arousal. Fuck, I loved her smell.
Lowering her legs, I stepped back and flipped her over. Snatching down my pants, I lined my cock up with her entrance. Her hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island and a thrill ran down my spine when I pictured her eating pancakes at this island later—eating them in the very place I defiled her.
“Daddy,” she cried again, begging me to fill her empty cunt.
I grabbed her hips and plunged forward. My groin met the fleshy part of her ass with a satisfying smack.
Pulling back out and thrusting again with the bruising force, I watched her back bow.
“Yes, Daddy!” she encouraged.
“Just like that?” I grunted as I plowed in and out of her tight heat.
“Yes, Daddy! Please. Please.”
“You feel so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you in every room. I might have to take you again later tonight, Paisley. You might be sore in the morning baby, but I just can’t help it when you feel this damn good,” I growled.
Keeping my grip on her hips, I reached forward and sunk my teeth into her shoulder blade. The flesh gave under my teeth and she orgasmed beautifully. Releasing her skin, I admired my work. A perfect bite mark stood out against her creamy skin.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised as I slammed into her again. My fingers would leave bruises on her hips and she would wear my marks for several weeks, leaving no doubt who she belonged to. She was mine. My heart, my world, my love.
The End