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“I really don’t need to know, you wouldn’t be the first married man I’ve been with,” I admit making his brow lift.
“It’s September baby, you’ve only been eighteen for eight months now, when the hell did you have time to sleep with a married man?” he asks picking me up with ease, moving us through the spacious sitting room and through the door towards a huge bed.
“Well actually I was a junior in high school, first semester that year and he was my chemistry teacher. He was thirty and his wife was pregnant…” I answer making his eyes darken.
“In other words, you were tricked into sleeping with a man with authority over you by pretending to care about you,” he says shocking me to the core. “Have you ever been with anyone, man or boy that actually cared about you, what you wanted, what you needed, baby?”
“You learn to roll with it when you come from the foster system,” I retort defensively.
“It’s not a dig, Ivy,” he says gently laying me down on the bed leaning over me, “just a statement and honest question, baby. Has anyone ever really given you what you need?”
“No,” I admit relaxing into the mattress. Holy crap this bed is something else. I am never going to be satisfied sleeping on something from one of those cheap crappy motels now.
“You need to be taken care of, put first, and those guys…they just wanted you, not to take care of you or your needs. If they got you off that was likely good enough for them I bet.”
“How do you know that?” I ask as he stands up, leaving me laying on his bed and shucks his pants, taking his boxer briefs down with them and oh my fucking god, he’s hung, I meanhung. I’ve never seen a cock that big in my whole life let alone in a picture.
“Because I’m a guy and I know what we’re like,” he says with the sexiest grin as he pulls down the covers, pulling me into his hold as he slips under them with me. “I didn’t care about the women I was with when I was seventeen, their pleasure nearly as much as mine. When Jessica died, I took care of my needs when they came up but once you reach your upper twenties, if you can’t please a woman, word gets around, and sometimes, a woman needs more than just a cock or a magic tongue to make it happen.”
“Is that what this is?” I ask as he simply holds me to his chest.
“Yeah, baby, what you need most right this second, is just to be held, so daddy’s putting you to bed and you’ll be a good little girl and listen, won’t you?” he states and my brow lifts as my hands slip over his shoulders.
“I’m not sleepy though, daddy,” I argue pressing tighter against him.
“First daddy puts baby to bed, then he holds her when she’s scared, to teach her that he’ll never let anything hurt her, show her a special way to forget everything else but what it means to be daddy’s little girl,” he whispers softly as he presses kisses along my face and god it makes me hotter still.
“Daddy’s so warm, it’ll make baby too hot in this top. Do little girls really need them?” I ask, moaning when he says no and pushes my tee over my head, letting my definitely not so little breasts out to meet his slick, bare chest.
“Babies love skin-to-skin contact, helps them regulate their breathing, lets them bond with their daddy,” Damien teases pulling my entire front flush with his and it sends my heart racing, my breathing so not regulated. “Did you know babies have awful eyesight when they’re born? So this also helps them learn the smell and feel of those most important to them. Talking teaches them to recognize the voice that will always take care of them, give them what they need.”
“Damien,” I moan unable to stop myself because this is so turning me on in a million new ways I’ve never experienced. I’ve had guys want me to call them daddy before but as far as I know, none of them were real live DILFs.
“What was that, baby?” he asks his hand patting, not spanking but patting my ass.
“Daddy,” I sigh happily, so damn content to let him hold me for this second and do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I am burning up and I do not want to go anywhere until I’ve found a way to extinguish this insane, reckless need flowing through me.
Chapter 4
Damien
I’ve had my share of women over the years that were into all sorts of things, from those that wanted to be tied up, to those that wanted some deeply kinky stuff of the golden shower variety. I’ve had some that wanted to be spanked and call me daddy but nothing, not one of them has been anything like Ivy. They knew what they needed, what got them going best, but Ivy’s simply taken what she’s got in life and made do with it.
That sounds like total shit to me. Hell no, I don’t want her to make do with me. I want her to get what she needs most, learn what it is.
The fact that it is making me harder than I’ve ever been is a total side-note. The way she calls me daddy is something entirely different from those other women. This time it gets me going as well. Everyone else it was just something I let roll on by, not even thinking of what a daddy really is, not until this little girl started teasing me about it. Now, the hell if I don’t want to be her daddy.
The twins always called me dad or pop, never daddy, but when Ivy says it, it resonates through me entirely. This pretty little girl needs a daddy, needs a man to be her daddy, to take that role and protect her from everything else the world might throw at her.Roll with it, oh no, not anymore, I’ll put up a damn wall to stop anything from touching her, forcing her to roll down the shit hill of life.
From the second she slid her skirt off showing me those frilly panties of hers I was hooked, and now, with her pressed against me, those things the only thing keeping her hidden from me, I am completely geared up and ready to go. Any other woman and I would already be inside her, getting my cock off, taking what I need while giving her an intense orgasm. Ivy, my baby, my sweet little girl…no, I’m not doing that to her.
I didn’t have any intention other than having wild sex with her tonight when I pushed open my car door but now, I don’t intend to let her go and I think that will scare her. I need her to want to hold on long after the morning gets here. I want her to want to stay, want me to be her daddy, before I think of letting her out of my sight for even a day.
Shit, I don’t know what the twins will think, likely that it’s a mid-life crisis early, but deep inside, I know Ivy is what I need as well. I can see this turning into something deeper, more intense than just an affair, a little role playing interlude. This could easily become my whole life, my own baby for life.
I could have a baby just like all my friends are, only mine won’t need diapers, just sexy as fuck little panties to tide her through the days. Although, the thought of this little girl in my arms with tits fully swollen, her belly big with a real baby and wearing these frilly little panties could be a whole new world of experience for me. Jessica and I weren’t intimate while she was pregnant, at first I was too angry with my luck to want her and then she had some issues with the twins that required bed rest for three months.
Having sex with Ivy huge with my real baby, oh yeah, that definitely has its merits but that is something for down the road. I haven’t even gotten into her pussy yet, I want plenty of it before we even think of making her swell.
