I can't hold back my gasp as he pushes inside of me. He's so much bigger than his fingers. I need him to just get it in! "Green means go, Daddy!"
"Sit still, my love. Here," he rumbles and sucks my nipple into his mouth at the same time he breaks through my hymen. The pain is quickly stolen by the feeling of overwhelming fullness and Daddy's tongue flicking the tip of my nipple. He groans and my scared breaths quickly turn into sighs of pleasure.
"Baby, I'm not going to last," he grunts and lays his forehead on mine. His saliva on my nipple gives me chills as do his words. Something about him not being able to control himself makes my pussy flutter. "Fuck, you're so tight."
The weight of his body on mine feels like a safety I never knew I could feel. "Do that again," I whisper when a particular roll of his hips drags his pubic bone across my clit. He does as I ask, and it feels so random but when his dark hair tickles my forehead, fireworks explode through my entire body. "Daddy!"
The drag of the head of his cock drives me wild as my walls grip and milk him for all that he's got. Delirious, my body wants his cum to paint my walls but we're not there yet. Boy do I want it though.
"Fuck. Fuck. Lulu!" Daddy growls, his thrusts becoming wild and there's nothing I can do but hold on as he fucks me through the last pulses of my orgasm.
His rippling back and face twisted in pleasure drives me wild with happiness and giddiness to do it again. And again. The sense of closeness when he slumps against me and hugs me to his big chest makes me ache to never leave.
"I understand now, Daddy," I whisper, fighting back the urge to cry. "You're my soulmate."
Daddy hums and gathers me close as he rolls over. "And you're mine."
"I still think you should hang out with your friends more," I grumble a bit later after I've caught myself thinking about the worry that clung to me all week.
Daddy chuckles and kisses my forehead. "We'll both hang out with our friends this weekend. There's a big barbeque planned, remember?"
These days, excitement is the prominent feeling when Daddy says we're hanging out with people. Of course I still get nervous and a little self-conscious if I slip into Little mode but that justmeans I get to play with Cora and Zeek. He's a Little boy I met a few weeks ago, thanks to Cora's outgoing personality and determination to get me all the friends I can handle.
Maybe I'll meet someone new again.
twenty
PRESTON
The sandbox was a fucking genius idea by my girl. A few weeks ago Lulu and Cora made a secret list of all the things they want when they’re in Little space.
The trampoline didn't make the cut, but we did install a playground, sandbox, and mud kitchen for all the Littles or anyone who wanted to use them. I've seen a few Daddies on the swings when nobody's around, but we're all ignoring it.
Watching Lulu digging in the sandbox in her bright-blue spandex shorts, white tank-top, and pigtail braids, I can't stop smiling. Zeek has really bonded with Lulu, which I appreciate because it seems like the more Littles she's around, the more comfortable she is. It also helps her enjoy Little space publicly too.
"How's she doing?" Bash asks, stepping up to my side with a cold beer in his hand. "Any flashbacks or nightmares?"
I glance at my friend and notice he genuinely looks concerned. If it weren't for him and Sue at that job fair, I might never have met Lulu. Or maybe she would have shown up for sanctuary at some point, but I don't like thinking about that possibility.
I shake my head and let my gaze go back to my girl who has dumped her water into a corner of the sand box and is making a castle.Naughty."Not anymore. She struggles more so with food still and needing reassurance that I'm in this forever."
Bash nods and sighs. "Sweet girl seems to be warming up here. I'm glad. When I met her, Pres..." He trails off and clears his throat.
I turn to him and clap his shoulder. "I'm forever in your debt. Thank you for pointing her to me, Bash."
He waves me off. "None of that. I'm pretty sure Sue got her here. Poor girl was so scared of me."
"And now she calls you Uncle Ash," I say reverently with a hint of a tease. She found a gray hair in his beard the other week and now all the Littles are calling him that.
A flash of blue and white draws my attention. I find Lulu making her way to the tables with her empty water bottle swinging from her hand. She still avoids eye contact with everyone but I see her smile and say hi to the people who interact with her. When she grabs the pitcher of water and refills her bottle, I smile.
Bash notices and chuckles. "That girl has done a one-eighty on staying hydrated."
"Didn't she do lines last month because she forgot her water at home?" Sue asks, stepping in front of us with a grin.
I nod and take a sip of my beer. "She did. The snuggles afterward were amazing, though. Lulu loves aftercare."
"What a hardship," Bash teases, a glint of envy in his eyes.
