Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

As soon as Daddy shuts the front door, I turn toward him, pull my shirt off, and remove my own diaper. I'm not allowed to do either of those things, but I'm hoping there's an exception for sexy times.

Daddy grins as he backs me into the bedroom. "What a naughty girl you are."

I climb onto his bed and turn around to kneel, facing him. I pull his shirt over his head and smooth my hands down his chest. "Very naughty," I agree. "The kind of naughty that should earn me extra stickers, though."

Daddy chuckles. "You think so?" He pushes me playfully so I fall onto my back.

"Take your pants off, Daddy," I demand.

"So bossy…" His hands go to the front of his jeans, though, and he slowly unbuttons and then unzips them. "Are you sure you're ready for this? It's a huge step. There's no going back." He leaves his boxer briefs on as he lowers his jeans over his hips while kicking off his shoes.

"I never want to go back." I feel bold, and I spread my legs wide, showing him how ready I am. I've thought about this so many times I've lost count. Not just since Daddy took me home but for a long time before that.

I've pictured what it would be like to have a relationship with Brian. In my imagination, it was always good, but it was never as great as being with Brian for real is. He makes every day the new best day of my life.

I'm under no illusion that I don't have a lot of issues to work through. I know I need counseling to help me sleep at night and get my head on straight. But Daddy will help me every step of the way, and no amount of counseling is going to change how I feel about him.

It doesn't matter that he's my savior. He's an amazing man and Daddy. He's exactly what I need and want. And he loves me. I knew he loved me even before he said it because he shows me in a million ways every day. And he always watches me like he's won the lottery.

I've won the lottery, too, and I think my payout was even better than his, but I won't tell him that. I don't need to. It's not a contest, even though I won.

Daddy climbs onto the bed, still wearing his briefs, but I can see the huge bulge in the front. "I haven't done enough to prepare you, Little one," he says as he hovers over me.

I frown. "You've made me come like ten times in the past few days. I'm ready for more."

He bends to kiss one of my nipples. "I'm not talking about preparing you emotionally. I'm talking about physically. I need to stretch your pussy a bit before I enter you. It's going to be very tight, Little one. It will probably hurt the first time."

"I know," I murmur as I smooth my hands on his chest. "I'll be okay."

"I want you to be much better than okay, sweet girl. I want you to see stars."

I giggle. "I see stars every time you touch me."

"Then this time I want you to see the moon and the planets."

"Okay."

He lowers his mouth to my nipple again and flicks it with his tongue several times before switching to treat the other one to the same torment.

I'm panting by the time he lowers his face to my pussy, and I moan low and loud when he sucks my folds into his mouth. It always feels so good when his mouth is on me.

I can already see the twinkling of those stars he mentioned as he focuses his attention on the tender bundle of nerves above my sex. And my eyes roll back in my head when he finds my entrance with his finger and eases into me.

Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I'm panting and grasping at his shoulders while he reaches into me as deep as his finger will go. "Daddy…" I'm breathless and needy.

He releases my clit to look at me. "So very tight, Little one. Let Daddy stretch your sweet pussy."

I nod, but I want him to hurry up and take his shorts off. I may be na?ve, but I'm desperate for him to stop teasing me and do it already.

I nearly fly off the bed when he adds a second finger. Holy moly it feels good. I drop my hands to my sides and fist the covers. I'm going to come. I can't stop it. The fluttering is about to erupt again, and I don't even try to hold back.

When I come, it's better than any previous orgasm Daddy has given me. My pussy grips his fingers, pulsing around them as if milking them. The room spins as waves of my release consume me.

I'm panting as I catch my breath, but Daddy's fingers are still inside me, scissoring now, stretching me. He adds a third finger, slowly helping me adjust while he watches my face.

I'm nowhere near capable of looking at him or focusing on any other thing in the room, but I can feel his gaze on me.

"Such a good girl. You're so unbelievably sexy when you come, Lacey."

I moan. Sometimes the things he says to me are more arousing than the things he does to me. I reach for his hips. "Now, Daddy."

"Mmm." He continues languidly sliding his three fingers in and out of me. "Almost."

I gasp when I feel another orgasm growing. I've never come twice in a row.

"That's it, Lacey. Show me how good it feels. Give me another one, Baby girl."

His words push me over the edge, and I find myself freefalling as my entire body trembles through another intense orgasm.

Daddy kisses my tummy and then eases up to kiss both my nipples. Finally, he lets his fingers slide out of me.

I'm limp and panting, my legs spread wide open, my body so ready for him. I watch as he rises onto his knees and removes his briefs.

When his erection pops free, my breath hitches. It's huge and so very hard. It bobs in front of him as though it has a sense of urgency. I bet it does. I can't believe we've gone all these days without Daddy taking his shaft out for me to see or touch.

I assume he strokes it with his hand at night or in the early mornings when I'm in my crib. I hope he'll let me sleep in here with him from now on. I want to feel him wrapped around me all night.

But first, I have to take him into my body.

Daddy remains on his knees for a few minutes, watching me while he slides his palm up and down his shaft.

"Does it hurt?" I ask. It sounds like a silly question, but it looks painful.

"No, Baby girl. It's more like a tightness. A desperation. It wants you so badly." He leans over to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and returns holding up a small foil packet.

Duh. I've been so consumed by him that I forgot we would need a condom. I certainly don't want to get pregnant. I'm far too selfish about spending time with my Daddy. I want to go to school and enjoy life. He definitely needs to use the condom, and I'll have the doctor give me that shot he spoke about next time I see him.

Daddy rolls the condom down his shaft before scooting back between my legs on his knees. He drops onto his hands on either side of my face. "I'm going to go nice and slow this first time, Lacey, but I want you to know it won't hurt after the first time."

"I'll be okay, Daddy." I'm brave. I want this. I want him. I want to feel so close to him.

"I know you will, my brave Little girl." He lowers to kiss my lips. "I also want you to know that we won't always have sex in this position. Sometimes you will be on top. Sometimes we'll be on our sides, or I'll take you from behind, or we'll fuck on the kitchen counter."

That last part makes me giggle. I know he's trying to ease my mind, and it's working. "How about the shower and the tub?"

"Definitely. Both of those."

I reach for him. "Please, Daddy." I'm ready.

He drops onto his elbows, and his shaft lines itself up with my entrance. That part surprises me, but I guess that's part of how we're made.

"I'm going to start slow, but then I'm going to thrust into you all the way. It will hurt, but it will feel better after a minute."

I nod and grip his biceps. I wish he would just do it.

When he lets the tip slide into me, I feel the pressure, but I also feel something else, like we're uniting. It seems important. I hold his gaze because I want to remember this for the rest of my life.

He smiles at me as he eases in deeper.

It's tight, but it feels good.

When he pulls back out, I whimper.

He kisses me. "Patience, Lacey. Let your body acclimate."

I try, but I'm desperate. I need more.

He enters me again, going deeper this time before he suddenly thrusts all the way into me.

I gasp and then hold my breath. It feels like he split me into two pieces. Logically I know that's not possible, but he's so big, and his shaft is filling me too full.

My fingers dig into Daddy's biceps as I try to breathe. Finally, I find my voice. "Do it again."

Daddy is watching me with an intense look in his eyes. I bet he wants to move, but he's waiting for me. He kisses me. "Lacey… Jesus, Baby girl. You feel so good around my cock. I love you so much." He kisses me over and over between sentences.

"I love you, too, Daddy." I wiggle beneath him.

More kisses. More talking. "I'm not going to last long, Baby girl. When I move, I'm going to come so hard inside you. I can't hold back."

"Isn't that the idea?" I ask, genuinely confused.

He chuckles, which makes his erection move slightly inside me. "Yes, Little one, but I won't usually come quite this fast. I'm trying to get control by talking to you. It's not working. You're so damn perfect for me in every way. I'm so happy right now I can't move because I don't want this moment to end."

"We can always do it again," I point out, teasing him more.

"Such a funny Little girl." Another kiss. "There's only one first time, Lacey, and don't rush me."

"Okay, Daddy."

Instead of pulling partway out, he arches his hips forward and goes deeper.

I gasp. My nerve endings come alive as the base of his shaft rubs against my clit.

He gives me a sexy grin. "There's my girl. Does it feel good?"

"So good, Daddy," I breathe out.

He finally eases partway out and thrusts back in. He groans, but so do I.

He sets his forehead against mine, panting. "Are you okay, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. Much better than okay. Do that thing again."

He smiles as he grinds against me. " That thing?"

"Yes…" My eyes roll back. I can't believe I might actually orgasm again. I'm so close.

He moves again.

This time, the strangest sound comes from my mouth. Like a mewl.

Daddy snaps. His lips come to mine, and he kisses me like his life depends on it while he starts thrusting in and out of me faster and faster. Every time he tips his hips to rub against my clit harder, I cry out against his mouth.

Finally, he buries himself deeper than ever. "Come for me, Lacey. Come around my cock. I want to feel you pulsing around me."

I come. I can't stop it. My pussy grips down on his cock harder than it did around his fingers. I float out of my body as my vision blurs and waves of pleasure consume me.

Daddy cries out his own release moments later, and I swear I can feel the pulses of his cock as he fills the condom.

I'm so happy that a smile spreads across my face as I enjoy this moment. This first. The first of millions, I hope. Because I'm never ever leaving my Daddy.