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“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned and did my best to relax my tense muscles as he slid that same long finger that had been circling my clit down to the entrance of my pussy. I bit my lip as I watched in the mirror while he slid inside me—deep inside—as though he wanted to prove to me beyond the shadow of a doubt that what I feared hadn’t actually happened.
“Good girl,” he murmured as I spread my legs wider and let him penetrate me to the core. He thrust deep—I could feel him hitting the back of my channel, caressing the mouth of my womb where the battering ram of an invisible cock had slammed into me during the dream.
“All right now—I’m all the way inside you,” he told me. Then he frowned. “But I thought you were a virgin, Princess?”
“I am,” I said, my face turning bright red. “There was…I was using a tampon that was too big—”
“Never mind.” He shook his head. “So that’s the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside you?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Why?”
“No reason—I just wanted to be sure. You’re certainly very tight. Did it feel like this when he was fucking you—the man in your dream?”
He pulled partly out and pumped back in once or twice, making me twitch my hips and moan.
“Kind of,” I admitted. “Only he was so much bigger.”
“Maybe if I used two fingers,” Jack said, frowning. He withdrew a little and I felt another thick digit slipping into me.
“Yes!” I moaned and spread even wider, as he finger-fucked me deeply. “Ahh! Like that, Daddy—it was just like that!”
“Hmm…” he was frowning as he continued to thrust inside me. “All right, baby girl. But no matter how realistic the dream was, that’s all it was—just a dream. Watch as I pull out of you.”
I watched as he pulled his long fingers out of my pussy and showed me. They were shiny with clear fluid—my natural juices—but no cream or cum was in evidence.
“See?” he murmured. “No cum, baby girl. Nobody fucked you and creamed in you tonight—you just had a very, very vivid dream.”
I sighed deeply and relaxed back against the bed, limp with relief.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said simply, leaving off the “Jack” part. He might be just “Jack” or “Daddy Jack” any other time, but when I was feeling scared and in need of comfort or feeling very close to him as I was right now, he was just “Daddy”—the one man I trusted most in the world to protect and take care of me.
“Do you feel better now, baby girl?” he murmured, cupping my trembling pussy mound in his big, warm hand. “Did it help to have Daddy’s fingers deep inside you, showing you there was no cream in your little pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy, it did.” I nodded and lifted my head to look at him. “Thank you. I was…was so sure that someone fucked me and filled me with cream tonight. So sure I was pregnant!”
“Does it scare you—the thought of getting pregnant?” he asked softly, as he rose from his kneeling position and came to join me on the bed. He slipped an arm around me and I rolled close to his chest, not minding that my shirt was still pulled up and I was mostly naked.
“I don’t know—it did in the dream,” I murmured, cuddling against him. “But I think that was because I didn’t know him—didn’t know anything about him, whoever he was—the man who was…was fucking me and filling me with his cream. If it was with someone I knew and loved, then I don’t think I would mind so much—getting pregnant, or, er, getting a big belly—I mean.”
Someone like you, I mentally added, but I was smart enough not to say it out loud. I knew that Daddy Jack considered himself to be my real Daddy—if not by blood, then by responsibility. There was no way he would ever consider doing what the man in my dream had done to me. No way he would ever put his big, thick cock deep in my pussy and fuck me and fill me with his cream to swell my belly.
Was there?
“Do you want to sleep here with me tonight, Princess?” Jack murmured and leaned down to kiss my forehead tenderly. “You had quite a scare tonight.”
“Yes, Daddy—thank you,” I said gratefully. I’d been dreading being sent back to the couch. I knew that as long as I could sleep in my Daddy’s strong arms, I would be safe and hopefully the dream wouldn’t come back.
“You’re welcome, baby girl. Come on—let’s get under the covers.”
He held open the sheets and patchwork quilt for me, allowing me to slide into the bed properly and then followed me. He turned off the little bedside lamp and we snuggled in the darkness—he didn’t even seem to notice that my shirt was still raised so that my naked breasts and pussy were pressed against his side.
