Page 110 of More, Daddy
“But I did what I did because I didn’t want to lose you. I survived losing her, but I couldn’t survive losing you. If you left me, I’d break into a million pieces, and you’d take them on the bottom of your boots when you’d leave. And I’d be forced to be broken and at your feet for my whole life, looking at what I lost, dying more each day.”
Her chest goes concave, and she exhales a wet noise. “West.”
“I’m serious. I freaked out, and I was so angry at not being in control of the situation and being blindsided again that I reacted. And I wanted to keep you. But I went about it in the wrong way. And I don’t deserve you.”
She shakes her head. “No, that’s not true. I baited you into this entire thing. What you did was wrong, but what I did was wrong, too. I was so angry at you earlier but then I realized I’m a complete hypocrite. I’ve done things I’m not proud of in the heat of the moment.” She steps closer, tugging at the hem of her shirt until it’s a whoosh of white between us, then gone.
“Like this time about six months ago,” she says, her hands moving to my belt. My heart is fucking racing, and I don’tknow what’s going on. She’s not mad anymore? She’s forgiven me? “When I drove to Riverside and opened a checking account at the Garden Green Bank.”
I freeze, my spine going rigid. That’s where Priscilla works. Or, she did work there. I don’t know if she still does. After everything was said and done between us, I made no effort to keep tabs on her.
She’s no one to me, and she’ll always be no one.
I say nothing, forcing Briar to divulge more, else we enter a quiet standoff.
She kisses me, and loops her hands around my neck, but not before positioningmyhands on her ass. “I should have respected your privacy. I had no right to meet your ex-wife and sit with her for an hour while we did account paperwork. I had no right to ask her about you, pretending that I’d somehow met both of you a few years back. I had no right to tell her she must be devastated when she said you two had divorced.”
My cock rises, and she crushes it between our bodies by sinking against me. Her soft moan makes my blood boil in the best of ways. “We do things we aren’t proud of, when love makes us crazy,” she says, pressing up on her toes, kissing me, my cock throbbing against her tits.
“You went there, all the way up there,” I repeat, trying to envision it in my mind. Pris would have scowled, and looked Briar up and down. And Briar, my fierce fucking vixen, my slutty baby, she would have glowered something painful, she would have rocked Pris off her feet. The thought makes my stomach feel all twirly, and I can’t help but lean into her, crushing my lips to hers. The kiss is short, because I keep it brief, but her lips feel so good. Better than before, if possible. “Just to what… meet her?” I don’t understand. I know Austin Reeves, but if I had the choice, knowing he’s had his underage little paws all over her, fuck that.I’d unknow him just as easily. But Briar drove hours—a feat in itself since she doesn’t always have a car—to meet my ex, and even opened up a bank account to make the visit seem authentic.
That’s dedication to me—to understanding me, and knowing me.
I let a hot breath out through my nose, sinking my forehead against hers. “I love you, Briar. And I’m sorry for what I did. But I am so fucking in love with you, all I can think about right now is getting inside of you, fucking myself into you as deep as I can.” I grind into her and she moans, seeking more of me, her hands all over my chest, back and throat. I press my lips to her ear. “Daddy wants to breed his girl.” I reach down and rub between her legs. “I want to feel my cum dripping out of your pussy, and know that I bred you well.” I nibble my way down her throat. “What do you think, baby? You want Daddy’s cock?” I trace the back of her earlobe with my tongue. “It’ll be just our secret.”
She spins in my arms, writhing against me, and somehow we end up on the bed, her leggings banded around her thighs. On all fours, she peers back at me, and I reach down, aligning myself with her opening. She’s so wet and hot that I have to pull back a moment, and take a breath.
“Your wet little cunt,” I grouse, my voice raspy and hoarse, my stilled cock throbbing inside her wet, tight walls. “It’s teasing me already.” I look down at her shiny pink lips, swollen, the center of her scrunched leggings dark from where they rubbed against her cunt.
I slide two fingers inside of her, feeling myself leak as she moans in response. “You drive me crazy, babygirl. You and your sweet little pussy. You get so wet, did you know that? Do you know how fucking drenched your little cunt is?”
My hips pick up a pace on their own, and after a moment,my hand is full of her hair, and I’m riding her pussy from behind, making her moan like crazy.
“Oh,” she manages, in between gasps and garbles. She’s so vocal–it drives me absolutely wild. “D-Daddy, ple-please,” she moans. “Use me. I want you to, Daddy, please.”
Every word she utters threatens to break me, to push me over the edge to the land of no return. But if I come, it’s over.
Still. This moment is more than sex. It’s more than power exchange, and it goes well beyond role-play. This is about what I did. My lie. The pain I caused. Her answer now, it spans the heat of the moment.
Her answer is my acceptance, my way back.
Giving her a few deep pumps, reaching around, I rub her clit, too. Her legs tremble, and her back shines with sweat. Her hair feels so soft between my fingers, despite the sharp slapping of my body against hers, my steely cock rutting into her softness over and over. “Do you want Daddy to come inside you, baby? Hmm?” I breathe the words over her sticky skin, gripping her hip as I slow my pace, fucking her in timed strokes.
She turns slightly, allowing me to see just the profile of her full lips, and the tip of her baby doll nose. “I want your baby, Daddy. Please.”
It’s only a few more strokes after those six words before I’m crashing out, coming violently inside of her as I declare my undying, everlasting fucking love. I come so hard, my cock throbs and pulses until cum is dripping down my shaft, past her lips, spilling onto her thighs. She clenches around me, her young, hungry cunt searching for every last drop of my cum, for every opportunity to be bred. She wants it. She’s so horny and she wants it so badly, I can hardly stand to think about it, or I’ll come again.
We lie there, twitching, riding out the final moments ofelectric bliss. It’s perfect. Slow, sticky, sweaty. The air is thick with the enormity of the night.
She kisses me, but separates us as she leans back. I clean her up right away with the towel stashed next to my bed. Briar takes my face in her hands and in no uncertain terms, makes her feelings known. “I forgive you. I love you. I’m sorry, too.”
We collect ourselves at the edge of the bed, and I help her into one of my T-shirts, then a pair of her panties from the top drawer. That’s where I put them the day I moved her in. I rest my hand on her knee, and she clings to my hand with both of hers. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into moving past this. If you are still angry or–”
She stops me. “West, trust me when I tell you that I know what I want. And it’s you.” She gets up, grabbing her purse from off the floor, where it fell when I brought her into the room. She rummages inside before turning to face me, the pink and white box in her hands. “Now let’s take this and see if what we just did was all in vain or not.”
I look at the pregnancy test and up at her. “No matter what the result is, will you marry me?”
The grin that breaks out on her face has me grinning. “Are you serious?” her voice is so light, as if it’s hard for her to believe I mean it.
