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That just leaves dealing with my son before I can relax with my girl. He’ll regret his attitude if he doesn’t start acting right. I won’t hesitate to cut him off for upsetting my baby girl. Not a damn chance.
Chapter 9
Ivy
Warm kisses trail down my back, over my ass, until my thighs are spread, daddy’s amazing mouth covering my pussy. His hands wrap around my thighs when I try to move away from the intensity of the third orgasm as it races through my body. My screams fall into the pillow, and I fall onto the bed as it finally subsides.
“Morning, baby girl. You know daddy needs his breakfast before he can get up, good girls don’t try to run from it,” he teases at my ear, as his hardness sinks, inch by inch into my ass. “So now, daddy has to teach you what happens when you’re not his good girl.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” I moan, gripping the sheet tight as I stretch around his girth. “It hurts so good.”
“Just like it does when I have my mouth on you, getting my fill before the day starts,” he replies, pushing me higher and higher, his hard thrusts hurting so good, it makes me come two more times. He’s still not finished as the second begins to wane, and a shout falls from my lips when something begins to vibrate against my clit. It’s way too much overload and I break, over and over, until the pain edges out the pleasure the tiniest bit, tears falling from the intensity of it all.
“Daddy, please, I’ll be good…please, I’ll be good,” I scream, a relief settling when the vibration stops, but the orgasm is already on top of me, sending me over into wild spasms.
Damien presses soft kisses against my face when I come down, my ass full of cum, and I swear I don’t know why, but a smile crosses my lips.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers before picking me up, carrying me to the shower with him. His kisses during it are sweet, soft little teases, and I smile as he makes me breakfast. I don’t even complain when he insists on getting his second meal of the day. My clit is still feeling the vibrations from earlier, and it topples me over incredibly fast.
That only makes Damien want more, splaying me out over the counter once my plate is clean, sucking down another orgasm from me. My fingers are tangled in his hair, not sure if I’m going to pull him closer or pull him off me when he gives me another.
“Remind me to call before coming in anymore,” Stacey shouts from the hallway, and a laugh bubbles out of me. They fall harder when Damien lifts up, his eyes glittering with irritation that he had to stop.
“I love that you and my daughter get along well, baby girl, but I don’t like my breakfast being interrupted,” he growls, licking his lips before putting my panties back in place. He gives me a kiss on the mouth before grabbing my plate, yelling back to Stacey, “It’s clear now.”
“You know, I know you had sex with women before you met Ivy, but how the hell did we never catch you in it?” Stacey asks when she moves back into it with us, heading for the table to put her bag down on rather than the counter where I was.
“I never brought a woman here,” Damien says, giving me a kiss easing my discomfort hearing about him and other women causes. It does the same to him to hear about men I’ve been with and fuck, it’s been so hard to not tell him I love him since the shit that went down with Zack a few weeks ago. Unlike Stacey, he hasn’t warmed to me. Instead, he flat out ignores me. I guess it’s better than being a total ass, calling me shit, but it hasn’t been pleasant the times we’ve seen him since then.
He isn’t the only one that’s been a jerk about our relationship either. A couple of Damien’s friends started asking what the hell he was doing with a gold-digging teenager, a couple of his friends’ wives have downright sneered at me. Damien just told them all to fuck off, that if they didn’t like our relationship they could get the hell out of his life and keep their opinions to themselves.
I get it. I mean, Damien is twenty years older than I am, he’s rich, while I’m barely a high school graduate, former foster child with no one. It would be easy for someone to just be after his money rather than him, but god…I don’t think I’d be able to live without him.
“So is this sexual appetite new or what because you were always home in the mornings,” Stacey says and I swear, my face is beet red while Damien’s eyes just glitter as he looks down at me lazily.
“It’s an Ivy hunger, plain and simple. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. The second I got to know her, I knew she was mine, and I won’t apologize for that. No other woman ever made me want them more than take care of my family, but now, you and your brother are grown, and I’ve got Ivy to take care of…love,” he adds, and holy shit, my heart stops for several long seconds before beating erratically.
“Love?” I whisper, smiling when his hand slips behind my head, tipping my face back further for another kiss.
“Love, baby girl,” he says with a nod. “You okay with that?”
“I love you too, daddy.” I’m off the counter, wrapped in his hold before I can blink.
His mouth claims mine, stealing every bit of my breath until Stacey lets out a laugh. “Geesh Dad, suffocate the girl.”
“I love you, Ivy,” he tells me, still holding me off the ground, my legs wrapped around his waist. “I couldn’t stand not telling you any longer.”
“Me too,” I sigh happily, resting my head on his shoulder as his lowers to my neck with a kiss.
“Are you going to let me take her shopping or not, Dad?” Stacey questions a few minutes later, glancing up from her phone, and I blush feeling Damien’s hand on my ass, knowing what she’s seen.
“Yes, but only because I have a stupid meeting this morning I can’t miss,” he says, giving me a soft kiss before straightening his clothes. He opens one of the drawers, pulling something out, and my jaw drops when he opens the little box, showing off a huge glittering diamond. He slips it on my finger, pressing a kiss to it before giving me a smile. “I’m not asking, baby girl. You know you’re mine. I’m done with this last name not being mine shit, so get yourself a pretty dress because I’m marrying you a week from Saturday.”
“Bossy daddy,” I tease, lifting up onto my tiptoes, giving him a kiss. “Giving me your name is just going to make me cling harder.”
“Good, then you won’t argue when I can’t stand to be away from you, need you like mad every day, and put a baby in you in a few years,” he returns, and holy shit, dreams actually can come true because he’s all of mine in one.
“Go get dressed, I’ll get Dad’s credit card and we can splurge for once,” Stacey says, her eyes dancing as she looks between me and Damien.
