Epilogue
Four Years Later
Rosie
“Right there,” I pant as Walker thrusts his thick fingers into my pussy. It’s a common position for us lately, his massive body on top of me, his fingers thrusting inside while he licks my milky tits.
I never imagined something like this would get me off, but it does! It’s the performance of it. It makes me feel like I’m caring for him like the way he cares for me all the time.
“You taste so good, little girl. I love every fucking drop of you.” Walker scrapes his teeth gently across my nipple and tugs his fingers out of my pussy before licking them clean.
“I need you on Daddy’s cock, though. Class starts soon and if I don’t fill you up, the monsters will be clawing at me all day.
Do you want the monsters to eat at your Daddy all day? ”
It’s been four years and I still love satisfying my daddy’s monsters. Some people say after the wedding and kids, sex slows down, but the sex has only gotten hotter.
We love fucking in all kinds of places. The garden, changing rooms, public bathrooms, the woods, with the shades wide open in hotel rooms overlooking the city. You name it, we’ve probably done it. But here, on his desk, I live for this spot. I lean back and spread my legs slowly, inviting him in.
“You’re such a good little girl.” Daddy bites the inside of my thigh before sliding his thick cock inside of me. “You love it when I fuck you here in the lecture hall, don’t you?”
I nod quickly, biting back a grin. I guess the allure is partially nostalgia, but there’s also something about the thought of getting caught that sends a jolt straight through me.
Knowing that at any second a student, or the dean, could walk in and see my daddy pounding me against the edge of his desk…
it’s messed up, especially after all the trouble we went through so he could keep his job.
The board was so thankful that Walker was willing to turn himself in to take down Dean Andrews that they offered him a second chance.
It helped that we were engaged to be married by the time they found us out.
It also helped that Dean Andrews was such a train wreck.
The man was keeping videos of himself with students in his laptop.
Yeah… not ideal.
Last I heard he was in California somewhere on forced retirement. I think he should’ve gotten off worse, but all the relations he had were consensual. Apparently, a man in power, despite everything else, is attractive.
Go figure.
Psychologically speaking, the dynamic has to do with stability and status, though there are some elements of attachment derived from this as well.
I’ve seen this play out with several clients over the last year, and the pattern is surprisingly consistent.
Clients with anxious attachment gravitate toward powerful partners as a way to feel grounded and secure.
Truth be told, I was drawn to Walker for the same reasons.
I was craving love, security, and care. My older professor offered that to me.
In my case, the feelings derived from the relationship I had with my father.
I became the adult while he became a beer guzzling child.
Thankfully, he’s been sober for a little over three years now, and though our relationship will never be the same as it was before he started drinking, it’s better than it was.
He came to our little white wedding at the cabin in the woods, he was at the hospital the night our son, Tucker, was born, and he was the second man to send flowers to my new office the day I opened my practice in Rugged Mountain.
The first to send flowers was my Daddy. He brought over a huge bouquet of daisies and sunflowers he picked in the field behind our house with a note wishing his little girl good luck.
I don’t remember much of my first day in business, but I remember that note and the effort he went through to bring me the flowers he’d picked.
“Baby girl,” Walker thrusts into me from behind, slapping his balls against my pussy, “you’re so fucking wet.
” He grunts as a drip of sweat falls from his forehead.
“I love watching this ass jiggle when I fuck you,” he says as he tugs at my hair.
“Touch your clit for Daddy. I want to feel you come on me.”
He pushes harder as I scrub my finger over the top of my swollen clit, milk dripping from my nipples as he squeezes my tits. I’m not sure how long I’ll be milking for, but with all the attention they get, it’ll be a while.
“You’re my beautiful, little girl, aren’t you?” Walker groans as he slaps into me. “So soaking wet and dripping for me.”
“Oh, Daddy!” My core squeezes down on his cock as he pinches my nipples and drives into me harder, papers flying off the edge of his desk as it shakes. “Fuck me hard!”
“Daddy’s going to fuck you so fucking hard, little girl.” His voice is getting rough and ragged, and I’m sure now he’s going to come.
Milk leaks from my tits onto his laptop as he squeezes hard. I love it here, right here in the middle of this philosophy hall where we debated the existence of love until we brought it to life. Right here, in this big, huge hall, on top of my professor’s desk, is where I feel most alive.
Sure, we have a little cabin out in the woods, we have a brood of chickens and a few horses, and we have our bed at home where we lay down to sleep each night, but right here, amidst the raw, wild of my daddy’s urges is where I feel best. There’s something about the way he needs me, the way he wants me, the way his body won’t let him say no.
It makes me feel more wanted than I’ve ever thought possible. I’m a psychologist, a daughter, a mom, a wife, a friend, and an amateur farmer, but most of all… I’m Daddy’s girl, and whatever life throws at us, we’re ready.
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