Page 19 of Daddy King

“I want what is best for my little girl,” Daddy said, “We will get married.”

I stutter, “O-oh.”

“Were you thinking of something else?” he inquires, no anger or disappointment in his eyes and I breathe a relieved sigh.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“He is not a fit father.”

I argue back lightly, “You don’t know that.”

“He’s making you choose, little girl, what kind of father would use his only bargaining chip to get his own daughter to give up her happiness to marry a nameless soldier.” Daddy explains, and he has a good point in his counter.

Why does he have to be so sensible, I mentally huff.

I’m too confused, all I could say is an unsophisticated sentence. “Daddy, what?”

“Marry?” I squeak, wet lashes hitting my eyes at how fast they’re moving.

“He knows that I will not attack the northern territories if you married into their kingdom. He wants security for the nation he resides in.”

“Oh…” I mumble sadly, lowering my eyes as I try to digest all this new information.

“So, he doesn’t want me?”

He shakes his head, no pity in his eyes and I shouldn’t expect any from him. Daddy is a man of many things, being impractical with trivial emotions isn’t one of them.

“He isn’t worth your tears.” calloused thumb wiping the fresh trail of tears running down my cheeks.

“I will love you a thousand times more.”

Happiness blooms in my heart, my tummy does these flips when Daddy looks at me with those intense eyes. It’s like he wants to eat me up; he’s the big bad wolf and I’m the little piggy with the straw house.

“Stand up,” he commands, my body jerks to action and he lifts me on his desk while yanking my panties down to my knees.

The dress flips to my tummy and I pull them down as he stuffs my panties into a desk drawer, my face burns so hotly.

“Show me your wet pussy, little girl.” Daddy parts my thighs and I lift the bottom of the dress to cover my nose.

Daddy’s hot tongue licks my juices, nudging on my small hole. I fall back onto the desk and squeals, shivers wracking my body as Daddy’s thick fingers breach my opening with one smooth stroke inside.

He closes his mouth around the little button and sucks harshly, my hips buck hungrily. Then, Daddy stops. I whine pitifully for him, whining at the loss of pleasure as he unbuckles his pants to let his heavy cock hang freely. My jaw twitches, memories flood in my mind as my mouth involuntarily waters.

He traps his hard shaft between my pussy and presses down on my sensitive clit. I mewl throatily, Daddy starts a pace that’s bringing constant sparks in my eyes as my clit rolls with his thrusts.

Daddy holds onto my indecisive hips, making the decision for me to wet his cock with my pussy juices. My puffy lips massage his thickness, and Daddy rocks his hips like he is really making love with me.

He goes faster, mimicking what he would really do if he were to be inside right now and I want him to be. I want to feel the stretch of his big cock pounding in my small pussy, he would be too big for me because when he rolls my clit to the base, I can see the tip going to my bellybutton and it excites me.

Daddy grunts, deeply and very huskily. I bite my lips, touching my breasts and my nipples scrape on my bra. I wish to free them and let them bounce with Daddy’s strokes, but he didn’t give me permission to do it and I’m too shy to ask him.

One hard rut tugs firmly on my little button lock my body in a sensation of never-ending lust as I cry his name, the orgasm climbed too fast and too high or me to stop it.

“D-Daddy, please. Inside? I want to feel you inside me.” I beg him, it’s driving me crazy.

Daddy would surely break me in half with his big cock, but I need to feel him splitting my tiny walls and take me like a wild animal. I know he can do it, he has the power in his muscles to make that happen.

“No,” he grunts, thrusting quicker as I see a little break in his resolve in between my hazy gaze and hiccupping moans.

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