Page 21 of Tamed By the Mountain Daddy
The filthy words combined with the friction push me right to the edge. "Daddy, please, can I—"
"Not yet." He stops my hips completely. I whine at the loss. "On the bed. Hands and knees."
I scramble to obey. Behind me, I hear him undressing, the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric. Then his hands are on me again, spreading my thighs wider.
"Look how wet you are. Made a mess on my jeans, baby girl." His fingers slide through my folds, teasing. "What do we say?"
"Sorry, Daddy."
"Don't be sorry. I Love seeing how desperate you get for me." He pushes two fingers inside and I arch back into it. "This what you need? Daddy's fingers?"
"Need more. Need you."
"Greedy little thing." But he's positioning himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me. "You were so good today. So fucking proud of you."
He pushes in slowly, and I keen at the stretch. He's big and I'm so sensitive from riding his thigh that every inch feels like too much and not enough.
"That's it. Take all of Daddy's cock. You can do it, baby girl. Tell me who you belong to."
"You, Daddy. I'm yours."
"That's right." He pulls almost all the way out, slams back in. "Mine. My good girl. My perfect little wife."
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust deep and claiming. One hand slides around to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
"So fucking good for me. Always so good." His voice is rough, strained. "Love you so much, baby girl."
"Love you too, Daddy!"
"Come on, baby. Show Daddy how good you can be. Come on my cock."
"Can I? Please, Daddy, please can I come?"
"Come for me. Now."
I shatter, clenching around him, screaming into the pillow. He fucks me through it, prolonging it, until I'm shaking and boneless.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl." His rhythm stutters. "Gonna fill you up. Daddy's gonna come inside his little girl—fuck—"
He groans, pulsing inside me, and I feel his cum filling me up. Marking me as his.
After, he cleans me gently with a warm washcloth, then helps me into my pajamas—the soft pink ones with little paw prints that he bought last month. Removes my day collar—the simple silver one that looks like a necklace—and replaces it with the leather one I wear to bed. Pink and soft with a small silver tag: "Property of Rex Sullivan."
"Better?" he asks, sliding in behind me, his body warm and solid.
"Perfect." I'm already drifting. "Daddy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Thank you. For believing in me."
"Always will." He kisses my shoulder. "Now sleep. Tomorrow we start planning our future."
"Our clinic."
"Our everything."
I fall asleep smiling, safe in Daddy's arms, dreaming about the life we're building together. One where I get to help animals, run a business, and still be someone's cherished little girl.
The best of everything.
THE END
