Page 35 of Mind Games

“Daddy, I need your cock deep in my ass. I love it when you use me like your little slut, Daddy. Please fill my holes up with your cum. Don't ever stop fucking me,” she said as she squirmed on the bean bag.

Her words reverberated in me, and my cock began to drip. I pushed the head of my cock against her closing asshole before I gripped each one of her bunches as handles.

“Yes, thank you, Daddy,” she cried out as I began to sink my cock inside her ass.

“You begged me so prettily, Daisy. Daddy will fill you up with all of his hot cream. I would never stop fucking you, baby. Never,” I said as I began to give her small, shallow thrusts.

Her asshole gripped onto me, and I knew she needed more. I held her hair tightly before I thrust deeper. Within seconds my balls hit her ass, and Daisy cried out in pleasure.

“Yes, harder, Daddy. Harder,” she moaned as she let go of her ass and placed her hands on the floor to brace herself.

“My little backdoor slut. You're fucking perfect, Daisy,” I said before I gave her what she needed.

She yelped each time I slammed down into her quivering hole. If the bean bag weren't between her and the floor, she would have collapsed from the force of my thrusts. I dropped her hair and gripped the floor, covering her body while I rode her ass hard and fast. She kept her muscles relaxed as I plundered her asshole.

“Cum for Daddy,” I groaned as her ass continued to suck me in. Her tight hole always made me cum quickly.

Unable to help myself, I savagely fucked her throwing my body weight onto hers as my balls began to tighten up. I gave her what she wanted a deep hard, painful fuck. No one could take my length the way Daisy could.

“Y-Yes, Daddy. L-Like that. So good,” she said, trying to speak as I used her tiny fuckhole.

She wailed as she came so hard that I had difficulty in moving in her ass. Her hole clenched around me, and I pushed through her tight muscles until my cum began to spill into her ass. A series of groans left my lips as I felt all of my cum squirt into her tight asshole. I ground my hips against her as her hungry hole swallowed up my cum.

She let out a shuddering sigh and put her face on the rug.

“I needed that so badly, Daddy. Thank you,” she murmured, moving her face to the side until I saw her eyes were closed.

I kissed her shoulder before I lifted us both up. I kept her on my dick as I manoeuvred us onto her bed. She was ready for her nap now, but she would need to sleep with my cock inside her ass because I wasn't leaving her.

“I love you, Daisy,” I said when we were comfortable beneath the quilt.

“I love you more, Daddy,” she said with a yawn.

That wasn't possible, but I remained silent and held her close to me.

Chapter 25

Daisy

Three Months Later

It was our first Christmas together, and Daddy went crazy. The house was lit up inside and out. Since he didn't have a single Christmas decoration and we bought them all, he told me he did it for me. My brother got all the expensive gifts, and I was the afterthought. Tom bought me a laptop for my fourteenth birthday but used it to make me watch porn with him.

Daddy never waited for me to ask for anything. He could read me like a book, but when I began to look at all the pretty Christmas items, Daddy went nuts and bought too much. It was overwhelming because I never knew I could love someone with every fibre of my being, but having it reciprocated simply blew my mind.

Daddy made me feel like a child and a woman. He helped me regain and heal some of my youth while making me feel like his soulmate. The accolades he received for being the best in his job were well-founded.

I met up with Dr Cavall and lied through my teeth about my relationship with Daddy, but she was too delighted to see me happier and healthier since our last meeting. I didn't like to think about where my life would have led me had she not referred me to Daddy.

When Daddy came into the room, I had to snigger at his Christmas pajamas. They matched mine, but he looked absurd in his. The red and white snow-filled background showcased the red-nosed reindeer. He held a large present in his hand, so I tried to stop laughing. He looked disgruntled as he walked towards me.

“Why did I let you talk me into buying this abomination?” he said gruffly, but the accompanying look of disgust on his face was comical.

I couldn't hide my grin. He did it because he loved me more than he hated the ‘his and hers’ pyjama set.

“You really love the Christmas tree, don't you?” he asked softly as he sat on the floor beside me.

“I really do, Daddy. I sometimes struggle to think of ways to thank you for what you do for me,” I said, feeling overly emotional. It was Christmas tomorrow, and part of me was scared of being so happy.

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