Epilogue
ABBY
Two Months Later
I was floating in that hazy place between dreaming and waking up, where everything felt warm and fuzzy and far away. In my dream, someone was touching me with gentle fingers that made my tummy flutter and my toes curl.
It felt so good that I squirmed against my sheets, not wanting to wake up but somehow knowing I wasn't entirely asleep anymore.
The touches became more insistent, more focused on the area that made me shudder with pleasure. A warmth spread between my legs, and I sighed in content. My body was responding to phantom caresses, and my dream-self arched and whimpered to chase something just out of reach. “Daddy!”
As I slowly woke up, I noticed the firm grip on my thighs that was holding them apart. Finally, the wet heat against my most private place confirmed it wasn’t a dream at all.
It was a real-life fantasy.
My eyes fluttered open, and the ceiling came into focus. Then the sensation between my legs sharpened into delicious clarity. I lifted my head just enough to see Daddy’s broad shoulders wedged between my spread thighs as his mouth worked against me with purpose.
"Yes, Daddy!" I squirmed beneath him, so close but not ready for it to be over.
He hummed against me, and the vibration sent little electric shocks throughout my body. His eyes flicked up to lock with mine, but he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. His tongue traced lazy circles around my clit then dipped lower to taste me more deeply before sucking my nub between his lips.
My Daddy always said I was a good girl for letting my body feel nice things, so I let my head fall back against the pillow and surrendered to the sensations he was creating for me. Because he loved me.
My fingers gripped his hair and held him in place, keeping him where I needed him most. Where he belonged. Where he made me feel like I was flying and falling all at once.
"That's it, baby girl." He pulled away long enough to kiss my thighs and look at the glistening mess in front of him. "Daddy knows how you like it."
I gripped him tighter as my hips began to move of their own accord, gently rocking against his mouth. Each sweep of his tongue and pull of his lips brought me closer to that special feeling I could only ever achieve with him.
The pressure inside me gathered like storm clouds, and my legs trembled. I clutched at the sheet with my free hand as if I might float away if I didn’t have it to anchor me. “Daddy…please.”
He slipped two fingers inside me and curled them just so while his tongue never stopped its relentless attention. It was too much, too perfect. With a loud moan, my back arched off the bed and everything inside me shattered.
An intense orgasm washed over me in waves, stealing my breath and my strength. I pressed against his mouth shamelessly, riding out every aftershock as he lapped at me until my thighs quivered around his head.
I never wanted to let him go. And now that we were living together and talking about a wedding, I never had to.
As the intensity of my climax finally began to ebb, I relaxed my grip on his hair and gently stroked the strands I'd been clutching. My breath came in quick pants as my heart rate slowed down. Only Daddy could make me feel like I was being taken care of and taking what I wanted all at once.
I was still trembling when Daddy began to move. His mouth left my sensitive center, but I barely had time to miss the contact before his lips pressed against my inner thigh. He was marking his territory with soft kisses and gentle nips that made me squirm all over again.
"So pretty," he murmured against my skin. "Such a good little girl."
I preened under his attention, feeling both proud and shy as he worshiped his way up my body. His stubble grazed the soft curve of my belly and made me giggle and squirm. “You’re tickly, Daddy!”
He paused at my navel and dipped his tongue into that little hollow. Such a simple touch shouldn't have felt so intimate after all we’d done together, but it still did.
His hands slid up my sides as he brushed kisses over my breasts. “You’re perfect, baby.”
He took his time with my breasts, cupping their weight in his palms as if holding something precious. When his mouth closed around my nipple, the sensation shot straight to my pussy. He suckled me gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak until I was whimpering and clutching at his shoulders.
"Daddy," I whispered, not sure if I was asking him to stop or begging him for more.
He switched to my other tit, giving it the same devoted attention while his fingers continued to tease the nipple he’d just released. My body tightened with each twist of his fingers, each flick of his tongue.
He worked his way up to my collarbone and my throat before finding the sensitive spot behind my ear that made me shiver. I was surrounded by his size, his strength, and his masculine scent. It made me feel safe and vulnerable all at once—exactly how I loved to feel with Daddy.
When he finally reached my mouth, I was panting and desperate for his kiss. Our lips met, and I tasted myself on his tongue. There was a time I might have been embarrassed by that, but not with Daddy. He taught me that my body was nothing to be ashamed of, that every part of me was worthy of his love and attention.
His tongue claimed my mouth with the same thoroughness he'd shown the rest of my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, needing to feel the weight of him. His cock pressed against my thigh, hot and hard, and I instinctively shifted my hips to align our bodies.
Daddy understood what I needed and reached between us, taking himself in hand and guiding the blunt head of his cock to where I was still slick and sensitive from his mouth. He teased me for a moment, sliding the tip through my wet folds before he pushed forward in one steady thrust that didn't stop until he was buried completely inside me.
The fullness was overwhelming and exactly what I needed. That delicious stretch that made me break our kiss to gasp for air. Our bodies were fully connected. His mouth on my mouth. His pubic bone pressing against my clit. And his chest leaning heavily on my breasts.
"That's my good girl." He nipped at my lips. "Taking all of Daddy’s cock so well."
“I love all of Daddy’s dick.” My inner walls pulsed around him as I adjusted to his size. It always felt like the first time. He pressed soft kisses along my jaw without moving anything else, giving me time to relax for him while his forearms caged me in the best possible way.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my ankles over his back, silently telling him I was ready.
He smiled down at me, a smile that was both tender and predatory, and I felt a flutter of anticipation in my belly. "My baby girl." He inhaled a deep breath then began to move.
Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my body. Daddy moved with purpose, his rhythm steady and relentless. He knew exactly how I liked it—not too fast, not too slow, just the perfect pace to make me feel every inch of him.
I clung to his shoulders, my fingernails marking him as mine just as surely as he was marking me from the inside.
"How does that feel, baby girl?" His voice was rough, strained with the effort of controlling his movements and release.
"So good, Daddy." My words were punctuated by little gasps as he hit that special spot inside me. "You make me feel so full."
The praise made his hips snap forward with renewed vigor. He shifted slightly to change the angle, and suddenly stars burst behind my eyelids.
I cried out as my back arched off the bed. "Right there, Daddy. Please."
He smiled that wolfish grin that made me feel both hunted and treasured. "Whatever my little girl wants."
He maintained the angle and hit that spot with each thrust, driving me higher and higher. My legs tightened around his waist and pulled him in deeper. The slick sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and my increasingly desperate whimpers.
Daddy hovered over me and kissed me hard. It was messy, all clashing teeth and desperate tongues as his movements grew more urgent and less controlled.
My hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles flex and strain as he worked above me. Sweat made our skin slide together in a way that heightened every sensation.
"Daddy needs you to come again," he said against my lips. "Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come on Daddy's cock?"
I nodded frantically, already feeling the pressure building inside me.
He slipped a hand between us and easily found my clit. His expert fingers circled it gently at first, then with increasing pressure that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
My vision blurred at the edges, and my focus narrowed to where our bodies were connected. Each circle of his fingers, each thrust of his cock brought me closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby." His voice was tight with his own approaching climax. "Let go for Daddy. I've got you."
Those words were all I needed to hear.
An orgasm crashed over me like a wave as my inner walls clenched around him. My body was pulsing, and I dug my nails into his shoulders under the force of my pleasure.
He followed me over the edge as he buried himself to the hilt. He was pulsing too as he filled me with his warm seed. Daddy’s forehead pressed against mine, and our breaths mingled as we both rode out our releases.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, connected in the most intimate way and breathing in each other. He didn't withdraw from me immediately, and I was grateful for that—I loved the feeling of him softening inside me as I gradually returned to reality.
"My perfect little girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
I nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I felt myself drifting toward sleep again, content and thoroughly satisfied.
But there was something I'd been too shy to ask for before. In the warm afterglow of our lovemaking, I found the courage. "Daddy?" I whispered against his chest.
"Hmm?" His hand didn't stop its gentle stroking.
"Can we try something special?" My voice came out smaller than I intended, betraying my nervousness.
He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes. "You can ask for anything, baby girl. You know that."
I bit my lip, suddenly embarrassed by what I wanted to say. But his patient eyes encouraged me to continue.
"Would you... would you stay inside me while I sleep?" The words tumbled out in a rush. "I like how it feels, having part of you in me. I think it might give me extra-special dreams."
His expression softened in a mix of surprise and tenderness. For a moment, I worried I'd asked for something too strange, too needy. But then he smiled that special smile that was only ever for me.
"Anything you want." He shifted us carefully so his softened cock stayed nestled inside me. It wasn't sexual anymore, just intimate—the closest two people could be.
Once we were both settled, he pulled the blanket over us and wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me securely against him.
I sighed contentedly, already feeling sleep tugging at the edges of my consciousness.
"Sweet dreams, baby girl," he whispered against my hair. "Daddy's got you."
Want more short and sexy DD/LG books from Kimmy Cain? Check out the Little Lovelies series.
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