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"I like it," he stated with obvious approval. "It really suits you." I blushed as I sat down on the bed.

"So, what should we do first, Daddy?" I asked, hoping my question came off as flirtatious. He chuckled as he sat down next to me.

"Well, I say we take it slow," he suggested. "I have a really good idea on how to begin." Before I could react, his lips crashed into mine, his tongue delving into my mouth.

I couldn't help as I moaned in delight, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body while I tasted him. When he released my lips from captivity, he dipped his head down to my neck and bit down hard while he pushed the fabric of my shirt away from my skin. I cried out in pain, and he kissed the tender spot before lifting my shirt up above my head, exposing my body as the cold air grazed my skin.

Once my breasts were exposed, I watched as he ran his tongue around one nipple then the other, teasing them as he wrapped his arms around me. Before I could even ask what he was going to do, he trailed his tongue from my breasts to my navel. Wetness spread between my legs as he pulled away and smiled at me.

"God damn," he said huskily as he stared at my half naked body. "You're so damn sexy. I want to see all of you." Rising to his feet, he pushed me down into the bed and yanked down my pants, his rough movements teasing me as I let him undress me.

I cried out as my body went stiff and arched up into the air, putting itself at his mercy. He stopped for a moment, seeming worried that he had hurt me, but, after seeing that he hadn't, he continued to undress me, removing my panties with slow, deliberate movements. As soon as I was naked, he examined his handiwork.

"Do you have a condom I can use?" he asked as he peeled his shirt over his head. I burned red in embarrassment as I shook my head at him.

"No," I admitted. "I guess that means we should stop, doesn't it?" His eyes flashed with annoyance and lust as he stared down at me.

"Oh no you don't," he stated as he unbuckled his pants. "We're already this far. I want to go all the way." Frowning at him in confusion, I shook my head.

"What if I get pregnant?" I asked, and he shook his head as he lowered himself onto the bed, preparing to climb on top of me.

"Don't you trust me?" he asked, seeming to abandon all reason thanks to his lust. "As your Daddy, I would gladly accept any children you bring me. Of course, if you don't want them, I'll help you, too. All I ask is that you stay loyal to me and trust me." His voice was so low and husky, and I found myself enchanted by his words all because of it.

“Very well,” I moaned softly, eagerly squirming underneath him as I waited for him to take me. “I need you, Daddy.” He chuckled as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head on the opening of my sex.

“Very good, Little one,” he breathed as he prepared to enter me. “All in good time.” As if that was his cue, he thrusted inside me, occupying my body with the loving force of a giant lover.

Despite what I had always feared when I was growing up, my body knew exactly what to do before I could even comprehend it. My insides stretched comfortably, accepting him into me as I cried out in shock and disbelief. Rather than giving me a chance to recover from his entrance, he immediately set to work, thrusting in and out of me while the tension of pleasure built inside me. All the while, I wrapped my legs around him, letting him deeper inside me, while my arms wrapped around him and my fingers laced through his air.

It felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. My body was accepting and allowed him in and out with ease as he took me there on my childhood bed. I moaned, whimpered, groaned, and cried out with each movement, letting my noises of pleasure echo through the house. His primal grunts and groans had joined my own, and we made sweet music while he rocked me in the bed as he worked.

The tension exploded inside me after what felt like an eternity, and my body arched up, bucking my hips as it took him deeper, attempting to drain him of his seed. My body went numb as I started to sag, already exhausted and heavy from the pleasure that had overcome me. Meanwhile, Oscar thrusted inside me once more, and he grunted and gasped as his hot seed spilled inside me.

"Shit!" he hissed as he collapsed on top of me. His chest heaved against mine as he tried to catch my breath, and I smiled as I looked up at him.

"That felt amazing," I told him, running my fingers through his hair as I panted. He propped himself up on his elbows, sweat beading down his brow as he stared down at me.

"Did you cum?" he gasped, still breathless and worn out. When I nodded in response, he rested his head on my shoulder. "Good… I'm glad." We laid there for several moments before he finally rolled off of me. "You should go clean up and get ready for bed. We'll talk about all this tomorrow." Nodding, I sat up and started towards my dresser.

"Are you staying here with me, Daddy?" I asked, a hint of fear in my voice. Even though I felt amazing after everything, I was still terrified of staying in the empty house all alone. Looking over at me, he studied my face for a moment, silently watching me before responding.

"Of course, Little One," he reassured me. "I'm not going anywhere. Now, hurry and get ready for bed, pick out a stuffed animal, and climb into bed. If you hurry, I might let you watch a movie." While I hadn't slept with a stuffed animal since I was a kid, the way he instructed me to quickly changed my mind, and I nodded as I hurried to do exactly as he said to.

CHAPTER TEN

Oscar

“So, what do you think about the offer?” Heather asked as she smiled politely at Charity, who was staring down at the contract Heather had presented to her. Beside her, Derek, the buyers, and I all stood around, waiting for her to respond to the request.

Charity had changed so much in the last two months since that magical night together, and I was proud at how well she was taking to life as an adult. Of course, the following morning, we had spoken to each other about what we thought about what had happened, and, after talking it over, Charity had agreed to embrace the life of a Little, and we had been together ever since. After that, life had changed for the better, and both of us were much happier than we were before.

I had stayed at the house with her, helping her find the strength and bravery to fulfill the legal requirements in order to inherit everything from her father as she had wanted. Throughout this time, I had helped her bring the house to life, and, by the time she could legally sell the house, the house was no longer dark and haunted but bright and finally feeling like a home rather than just a house. While I was sad to see this house go, especially with how beautiful it was once we fixed it, I was just ecstatic that she had agreed to move in with me. It had taken us a month to receive an offer, but we were finally ready to move on with the sale.

Charity looked conflicted as she sat there, reading over the contract, and I grew concerned by the strange look on her face. I couldn't tell if she was focusing on everything she was reading or if she was having second thoughts about selling the house, especially after having expressed some doubts in the last month. After a long, uncomfortable silence, she finally looked back up at me.

"What do you think?" she asked, catching me off-guard as she stared at me with big, round eyes. I frowned as I looked back down at the contract.

"Well, I think that it's a very good offer," I reassured her, not quite sure what kind of reaction or response she was looking for from me. "You don't necessarily have to sell the house nor do you have to keep it. In all honesty, everything's up to you." She nodded in response as she turned her attention back towards the contract.