Page 16 of Bad Daddy

“It’s possible, yeah.” I fucking hate to think about the harm he’s caused. “He won’t get the chance to ever do it again.”

Her eyes search mine. “How do you know?”

“Because I’m taking care of it.” She contemplates my response before nodding her head and offering me a feeble smile, but she doesn’t ask what I mean. “Good. Now, let’s get you relaxed. Sounds like you had one hell of a day.”

Gripping my hand, she follows me into the bathroom, where we climb into the tub together. Cece sits in my lap facing me, her hot cunt pressed tight to my aching dick.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpers, and it’s like angels rejoicing. There is nothing I love more than that name on her lips as she begs me for a good fucking.

“Anything you want, sweet girl.”

I lift her by the hips, and she positions my dick at her entrance, sliding down while holding my gaze with her heated eyes. She chews on her bottom lip as she moans and wiggles until I’m fully seated inside her snug warmth.

Slowly, we set a rhythm that causes Cece to throw her head back and moan out an orgasm that pulsates her walls around my cock. Sucking my release from my damn soul until I can’t see straight.

“Holy fuck, baby, you feel so damn good. Tight, raw, pliant.”

She smiles as she collapses against me, her lips landing on mine. That’s it…closed mouth, eyes twinkling with contentment, and it’s the single best kiss I’ve ever had.

When her eyes become droopy, I pull the plug, and we dry off without a sound. After tucking her into bed, I lie beside her until I’m certain she’s asleep.

Quietly, I get dressed and head downstairs to find Holy and Della coming through the front door. Motioning towards my office, Holy lifts his chin in understanding.

“Dad!” Della smiles as wide as ever. “Is Cece home? I thought she might like to try this new embossing machine with me?” Her eyes wander to the stairs to see if she’s coming.

“She’s asleep, but I have the feeling she’ll be down in a couple of hours. I’ll have Yelena make you girls dinner so you can craft. I’m going to need to borrow your husband for a couple of hours tonight, though.”

My daughter's knowing gaze shifts from me to her husband and back before she concedes and heads to her home office.

The pride I have for her swells as we hear her hum as she moves around. Holy follows me into my office, where I lay out the plan for him. And after surveilling the bastard’s house until the sunset, we wait for the lights to flick off and slip in through the feebly locked door.

Before he can take another breath in his sleep, I’ve snapped his neck. Cece’s peace of mind the only thing I care about.

Epilogue One

CECE

Four Years Later.

“Right…” I pant. “There…” Oh god. “Please, harder, Daddy.” Oh god, oh god, oh god. I scream out the explosive orgasm as it rips through my center, making my entire body tingle and twitch with every passing second. It hurts, it pleasures, it’s Carter. He’s my everything, and in this moment, I’m reminded of why.

“Sweet girl, how do you get more addicting every time I’m in this spectacular cunt?” With his murmured question from behind, I wiggle my ass to tease him more. His groan vibrates through our bodies as he wraps his arm around my waist.

Giggling, I look at him over my shoulder. “Probably because it’s been two months since I’ve taken you, and you’ve been so ready for me that you haven’t thought about much else.”

I full-on laugh at his glower before he flips me onto my back and replies, “It was worth the wait for you to give me that beautiful little boy. I’ll wait again, too. As many times as you’ll bless me.”

“Such a smooth talker.” I kiss the underside of his jaw before he rolls to the side and holds me against him. “Are you excited for next month? Do we need to do any more shopping?” The gentle way he draws on my shoulder before kissing it makes me sigh.

“I can’t wait. My own classroom. I hadn’t expected to get a full-time position so quickly, and no, you’ve bought enough for the entire school.” It’s my turn to touch him.

From the minute I graduated on the dean’s list to the first, second, and third job offers, he’s been nothing but supportive. I gave birth to our son six weeks ago after a near-perfect pregnancy. Shortly afterwards, I decided on the school where I would accept my position.

I’ll be a first-grade teacher at a special education center in the city, working with children diagnosed with a variety of conditions, and I can’t wait.

“Are you sure?” Carter asks again. “We can always get more?”

As soon as I explained to Carter the things I wanted to buy for the classroom, he asked me if that was normal–teachers buying supplies rather than them being provided. When I told him it most likely was, he went nuts in the generosity department and gifted every teacher their own budget to equip their classes with whatever they needed, and somehow, I fell even more in love with my now-husband.

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