Page 50 of Teaching His Babygirl

Despite his declarations that he can’t go slow, he inches his fat cock slowly into me until every bit of him is buried deep. He swivels his hips and I lose my mind at the feel of him grinding against my ultra-sensitive clit. He retreats from my body just as achingly slow. Then, with a look of fire in his eyes, he plunges back inside me. He fucks me deep and hard, losing every bit of the polished man he is and giving himself over to the baser part of himself. The part that needs to own me. To fuck me until he’s claimed me fully.

“Daddy! Colt!” I chant his name over and over as he bottoms out on each inward thrust. Such exquisite torture every time he hits that spot deep inside that no one’s ever touched before.

Without warning, my orgasm slams into me. I arch off the bed, clawing at my own hair. The bite of pain brings me higher. Colt slips his finger between us, rubbing firm circles around my clit.

“That’s it, naughty girl. Come all over my cock.” He growls, the words hardly sounding human. “Fuck! I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my come. Ruin you for all others. Mine,” he snarls.

“Yours,” I gasp, shaking my head in assent. “All yours, daddy.”

With a groan, Colt buries himself to the hilt, and I feel his cock jump inside me. It pulses against my walls as his hot come floods my pussy. He pulls out and thrusts, again and again, spurt after spurt filling me until it’s dripping from my clenching pussy.

Finally spent, he collapses on top of me, holding me in his strong arms. I wrap my arms and shaking legs around him. I love his weight on me—the connection—I never want him to leave. I want him to stay inside me, on top of me, claiming me.

He pulls from my depths and arranges my limp body against the pillows. He walks to the bathroom, and I hear running water. He comes back with a warm cloth and gently cleans my well-fucked pussy. I shudder when the cloth rasps over my sensitive button, each nerve ending prickling from the sensation.

Colt tosses the washcloth away and crawls onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his strong arms. He presses a firm kiss to the top of my head. “I love you, Darlene.”

“I love you too, Colt—daddy. So much.”

Safe in my daddy’s arms, I fall into a peaceful knowing that everything is going to be okay.

Epilogue

Darlene—One Month Later

“You’re just being stubborn now!”I say indignantly. I swear my best friend is the hardest person to convince to do what’s best for her ever. “Come on, Cha-cha. Thurston needs a new cheer coach. Our current one just found out she’s pregnant and is quitting at the end of the school year! It’s perfect. You could be close to me and you’ve got family not too far away.”

Charity snorts. “That is totally not a big bonus. In fact, being closer to Dale is about the biggest deterrent there is.”

I mean, I can’t really blame her for that her stepdad is a giant douche, but he’s the only family she has left after her mom died from cancer ten years ago.

“It’s a great opportunity…” I add, trying to get her away from thinking about being closer to her stepdad. Definitely shouldn’t have mentioned him. Darn it.

“Okay, okay,” she relents. “I’ll send in my resume. But I’m not leaving Colson until the semester is up.”

“That’s perfect! The job starts for summer camp,” I say excitedly.

Charity laughs. “It will be nice to see you every day again.”

“I know. I’ve missed you. You’ll love it here.”

“I don’t have the job yet,” she warns. “Don’t get your hopes up too high.”

I snort a laugh at that one. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be top of the list.”

Colt pokes me in the side and gives me a look. Whoops. Guess I shouldn’t be promising favors to be called in. That’s sort of the exact reason I didn’t want people to know we are together in the first place.

Oh well, I think shamelessly. I’ll do anything to have my bestie here with me.

“Don’t pull any strings, Darlene,” Charity warns.

“Please, as if I need to do that. You’re the best person for the job.”

“You’re too much.” I can practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.

“But you love me.”

“You know it. You better get going. You’re going to miss your own party.”

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