Page 6 of D*cked By Daddy

And then an idea hits me.

“Nicholas.” I full-name him, letting him know this is serious business. “Tomorrow is your birthday. Let’s drive to the nearest town and go rescue a sweet baby! Your birthday dog!”

He plates me a huge helping of chicken pasta and slides it across the counter while he thinks it over. I can see his wheels turning, trying to decide if we could actually make it work. He’s probably also wondering if I’m actually serious.

“You really want to take on the responsibility of a puppy right now?”

He walks around the counter and sits next to me, digging into his own pasta.

“I didn’t say puppy. There’s dogs of all ages that need good homes, and a lot of the time, they’re house-trained because they lived inside before being abandoned or surrendered. We could get a pitty,” I tell him, giving him my best pout and puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, we can go look,” he says, kissing me when I leap off my chair and give him a hug.

“Mm, you taste like cheese and garlic,” I say, wagging my eyebrows. “My two favorite flavors.”

“I thought I was one of your favorite flavors.” He grabs my ass, and I kiss him hard on the lips before hopping back into my own chair.

“You’re right, Daddy. My number one favorite flavor is you. Play your cards right and maybe I’ll wake you up by tasting you for your birthday.”

We take the rest of the evening to unpack the rest of our stuff and sit by the fire while listening to the sounds of a storm blowing in. We cuddle together, talking about everything and nothing, planning for the wedding and what we’re going to do when his kids get here in a few days.

Once it finally starts raining, we make our way upstairs and crash hard to the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the wind in the trees. A lot different from the normal noises of the city. I always told myself I wouldn’t be one of those girls that picks up their entire life for a man, but this isn’t just any man. And it wouldn’t be like moving across the country or moving somewhere I hate.

Nick is my home. So it doesn’t matter where we decide to live. As long as I’m with him, I think that’s all that matters.

Holly wasn’t kidding when she said I would wake up with her mouth around my cock. The sun is shining into the bedroom, I got a full night’s sleep, and my dick is quickly coming to life as she kisses and licks her way around it.

Bliss.

I reach under the covers and run my fingers through her hair and over her shoulders.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” she says when I lift the sheet to watch her. “Lie back and relax.” She plants her palm on my chest and pushes me back down onto my pillow. “This is all for you.”

Working my shaft with one hand, she uses her other one to palm and roll my balls. Her mouth moves up and down my length, teasing the underside of my head with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that, baby girl.”

After a few minutes of her teasing, she swallows me into her throat, her gag reflex kicking in and making her pulse around me. I tighten my grip on her hair until she moans, sending vibrations through my entire body.

She comes up for a breath and then goes back down until her nose is pressed firmly against the base. I hold her there as the orgasm comes, and I spill into her throat. Being the good little girl she is, she swallows every drop before coming up for another breath. She wipes her lips and gives me a proud smile.

“That was record time. I’m getting really good at this.” She crawls up my body and lies flat against my chest.

“Too good, one might say.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her close while we take in the view.

“Are you excited to go look at doggies today?” she asks me after lying in silence for a while.

I take a deep breath. Honestly, I’m a little nervous. Of course I want one, but the thought of taking on all the responsibility is a little intimidating. Especially when we don’t really have a backyard at home. It’s going to need a lot of walking.

“What if he likes you more than me?” I ask her.

“That’s a no-brainer. Of course she will. You’re a grumpy old man, and I’m a sweet summer child.” She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest. “Just think how cute it’s going to be to have a dog cuddling with us on the couch for movie nights, and we can take it downstairs to the bar to meet everyone! Our dog will have so many friends.”

“True. Lord knows the staff is going to love it. Maybe Seth can use it as an intimidation tactic since you want a pit bull so badly.”

She laughs. “The only thing pitties are good for are cuddles and lots of kisses. That dog would let anyone walk into that bar.”

“Anyway!” she says, rolling off me and the bed, showing off her sleep-rumpled hair and bare legs. “Let’s get ready and go! I googled the nearest shelter, and they open at ten, and it’ll take us about a half hour to get there. Plus, I want to stop and get some brunch for your birthday.”

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