Page 88 of Daddy's Muse
“Faen i helvete! Fuck, baby,” he shouted, hitting something deep inside that made me feel lightheaded. “Such a greedy little hole.”
“Oh god,” I moaned, digging my fingernails into Pappa’s upper chest, clawing at him. “S-so d-deep!”
Sweat dripped from Pappa’s brow, his face flushed from the exertion. Letting go of my hips, he hooked his arms under my knees, raising my feet into the air.
I babbled nonsensically at the change in angle, feeling like he was carving out a space inside my gut. He was molding me, breaking me.
And it was so fuckinggood.
“I’m going to breed you, Colby. Gonna fill that belly with my cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I yelled, my own orgasm building fast, my balls tightening.
“Come with me, baby,” he ordered, voice strained.
“So close, so close!”
Pappa’s hips stuttered as he roared, spilling his seed into the deepest part of me. Breeding me, like he’d said. The heat of his release pushed me over the edge and left me free-falling, fireworks going off behind my eyes.
I collapsed as he released my legs, falling forward against his heaving chest.
We stayed there for a long time, panting for breath and limbs loose, silent in our shared afterglow.
Eventually, Pappa brought his hand to my face, resting his palm against my overheated cheek. I leaned into it.
“Jeg elsker deg,” he murmured. “I love you, my bunny.”
“Love you too, Pappa,” I whispered.
* * *
The warm water lapped against my shoulders, steam curling up around us and softening the edges of the world. I leaned back against Pappa’s chest, his solidity grounding me in a way nothing else could. The ache in my body from earlier felt distant now, dulled by the comfort of being held.
His fingers combed through my hair, slow and methodical, working the shampoo into a gentle lather. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. He wasn’t rushed, wasn’t distracted—every touch was deliberate, like this simple act mattered as much as anything else.
“You always take such good care of me,” I murmured, my voice quiet, thick with drowsiness.
His chest rumbled with a low sound, almost like a hum. “That’s my job, sweetheart. My privilege.” His fingers stroked behind my ears, rinsing carefully, as though he thought I might break if he was too rough.
I let out a small sigh, the tension in my shoulders nonexistent. “Feels so nice,” I whispered.
“I like seeing you relax,” he said, his breath brushing my temple. “After everything… you deserve to be looked after. To be cherished. Spoiled. And I’m so thankful that I get to be the one to give that to you.”
I swallowed thickly, leaning further into him.
His hands slid lower, cupping water and pouring it gently over my head, rinsing away the suds. The warmth cascadeddown my neck and back, and for a moment, I felt weightless, like I could float forever, as long as he held me.
I tilted my head back just enough to look up at him, meeting his gaze through the drifting steam. His eyes softened, and the corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest smile. “You’re my everything, Colby,” he whispered, like it was a truth carved into his bones.
Heat spread through me, not the kind from the bath, but something deeper, sharper, and yet so achingly gentle. I pressed my wet cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I love you so much, Pappa,” I breathed, soft and certain.
His arms tightened around me, protective and unyielding. “I love you too, little one.” The water sloshed softly as Pappa shifted beneath me. “Time to get out, sweetheart,” he murmured against my hair. “Before the water gets cold.”
I made a small noise of protest, not ready to leave the cocoon of warmth and goodness, but when his hands steadied my arms and guided me up, I obeyed. The slick porcelain was treacherous under my feet, and I clung to him instinctively.
“Careful now,” he soothed, stepping out first and offering his hand. I took it, letting him guide me onto the mat, his other arm braced around my waist until he was certain I was steady.
