by Wyatt, Dani
“My bottom is on fire. And it hurts inside and out.” She turns her head around as far as she can as I nibble on her neck. “But you know the weirdest part, Daddy?”
“What’s that?” I mumble as my cock hardens, ready to take her yet again, right here in the warm water. I put her in to soothe the ravages of three days of endless nutting inside her, as well as using her ass in every conceivable way—including some hard spankings my little lamb earned by her playful bratting—but my need for her is relentless.
“I want you inside me again.” Her sweet voice turns sultry, and I can’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around her in a protective embrace. I love this girl so much, each day it boggles my mind. “Do you think all couples are like this? Like us?”
I shake my head, kissing her hair, then cup her breasts in each hand. “No. They aren’t, Lamb. What we have is beyond special. Beyond anything I could have dreamed.”
Her soft sigh tells me she knows that answer already. It is confirmed nearly every time we are out together at a restaurant or having a drink at a bar, laughing and dancing, and enjoying each other. Nearly every waitress comments on how cute we are and how they wish they could have what we have.
“I’m aching.” She shifts uncomfortably, and my heart hurts a bit for how deep I’ve fucked her these past days.
“I’m sorry, baby. You need to tell me, are you hurt hurt? You know it’s important for you to be honest with me about everything. Are you sore or are you harmed? Harmed means I fucked up and we need to get you some care right fucking now.” Fear banks in the column of my throat as I wonder if I’ve gone too far.
To tell the truth, I held back. I always hold back. If I gave her the brutal animal she brings out in me without any restraint, I know I would harm her, and that is never my intent. Her safety is my most important responsibility.
“No, Daddy.” Her back softens against me as she brings her hands to the top of each of mine, squeezing her fingers and using mine to massage her tits. “I’m not harmed, just reminded with every breath who I belong to.”
Her words hit me straight in the heart. “You belong to me.” I seethe next to her ear, pinching her nipples and ending on a growl.
“Ouch.” She wiggles but makes no attempt to pull my hands away. “Daddy, you are mean.” Her words are hinted with the reality of the pain I’m causing her yet steeped in desire as well.
“I can be. I agree completely.” I make no attempt to deny the truth.
I want to love her, to cuddle her, to care for her and make her life as beautiful as humanly possible. I also want the red welt of my hand on her ass, the mark of my teeth on her throat and the sound of her cries of pleasure and pain in the night while her cunt drips for me from the sensations only I will ever give her.
I shift and move, turning her around to face me, then guide my hard cock back inside her, moving slowly, deliberately. I watch her face and body language, just to be sure I am not pushing her too far.
Once her eyes begin to flutter, and soft moans drip from her lips, I feed her my tongue. She kisses me back with a growing fever, and the heat between us sizzles in the cooling water.
Moving one hand to her neck, her pulse quickens beneath my tightening grip. Her eyes lock onto mine, and her lips fall open as I drop our kiss.
“Who lets you breathe?” I grunt as her hips slip up and down on me slowly.
“You do” she whispers as I further tighten my fingers, feeling her windpipe in my palm. “You decide for me, Daddy. You always decide.” Her eyes close and her head falls back on her neck for a long moment.
The trust she shows leaves me in awe. Her utter devotion and submission to what I do to her binds her to me, inextricably and infinitely.
“That’s right. I love you. You know how much?”
I lower my face to take her nipple deep into my mouth, suckling her as her back arches and her inner muscles work my cock like magic. I’m as deep inside her as I’ve ever been. Her cervix presses on the tip of my cock, and even though I know my seed will never create what I’d like inside her womb, the thought of it still drives me to breed her.
I loosen my fingers as she struggles to answer. Her breathy words are thick with desire and topped with the perfect amount of struggle. “As much as the sky loves the ocean. It never leaves. Always touching. One cannot be taken from the other.”
The hand that was not on her throat settles in the small of her back, guiding her movements. My rough palm causes friction even under the water on her soft white flesh.
“Slow, baby. Fuck Daddy slow. Use your inside muscles and jack me off.”
Her eyelids droop, and her clenching around my cock gives me what I need.
“Such a good girl for Daddy. My little perfect, slutty girl. Just for me. Only for me. Always for me.” Our eyes lock, and my balls draw tight. “Feel how you please me. Feel how it makes us whole. Cum on my cock, Lamb. Ask first. Always ask first—”
Before I can finish, her eyes flicker, and her pleas echo off the marble of the master bath.
“Please! Now, please, please—” she whimpers, and I see the desperation on her face. She’s learned her orgasms are mine. When I say, how I say and never before permission is granted.
Or else consequences will be felt.
“That’s my girl.” The muscles in my back tighten, and I let her go as my own climax shoots through me. “Now, Babygirl. Now.”
She cums so hard she loses her breath. When I can focus again through my own orgasm, she’s panting and hyperventilating as hers topple, one on top of the other, leaving her quivering and convulsing.
“Daddy—” Fear fills her eyes. “I. Can’t. Breathe.” Her hands flail out and softly smack on my chest as she looks to me for help.
“Look at me,” I order. “Slow down. I’m right here. I’ve got you. Always. Breathe deep. One deep breath. You can do it, Lamb. Do it now.” My voice deepens as she struggles and panics. “Do it now.” I grip her chin, forcing her to focus on my face. “For Daddy. Long. Slow breath.”
A slight nod tells me she can hear me, and after a moment she draws air in through her mouth, and her breathing begins to slow.
“Better. Another deep breath. Count to five with me and breathe in.” Another slight nod and her lips move with my words. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and lift us both up and out of the lukewarm water as she clings to me, her breathing now normalizing as the fear drains from her face.
Tears begin to sneak out of the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m here. You are fine. You just got worked up.”
“Daddy, I don’t know what happened. It was like I couldn’t stop the orgasms. That’s never happened before. When you sucked on my nipple, something felt different. I exploded inside. It tingled and hurt and was like a switch was flipped.”
I lift her up and off my cock, setting her feet down on the soft white rug in front of the tub and wrap her body in my thick, oversized white robe. She looks so small as I cup her cheeks in my hands.
“You know what happened the moment I saw you?” I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. She shakes her head, biting into her bottom lip as she settles her hands on my chest. “I didn’t just fall in love with you. I fell into you. Like plunging into the ocean. In that very moment, I knew you were the love of my life. That even though I fought it for so long, you and I would be together forever. You gave me back hope, Lamb. And joy. Two things no human can live without. You gave me my life.”
I lower my hands to open the top of the robe and look at the magnificence of her. Her nipples are hard, bigger than usual, and as I begin to knead the soft globes, a little light comes on in my head.
“Baby...” I draw my brows together, and she looks up at me.
“What, Daddy?”
“Your period is late. Four days,” I announce. I keep track of everything for her. Her health and well-being are my responsibility. Because she was told she cannot conceive, I
don’t worry all that much about her period.
“Hmm.” Her eyes narrow. “I guess so. I don’t pay any attention because you always keep track.”
The weight of her tits feels different as well. “Lamb...” Her name catches in my throat.
“What, Daddy?”
“We’re getting dressed.” My movements quicken. “We need to run to the drugstore right now.”
An hour later, we are back sitting on the bed, both of us smiling at each other until our cheeks ache.
“I don’t know how it could be.” Her brown eyes sparkle like a polished piece of Tiger Eye.
“Miracles, baby. You need to believe in miracles.”
The plastic stick laying on the bed between us has two pink lines. Brinna is sitting cross-legged, her hair hanging down over her shoulders and her cheeks a deep pink. There is a fucking glow around her, I swear to Christ there is.
“But the doctor said...”
“Doctors aren’t God.” I smooth a hand down the side of her hair, and my eyes prickle.
Her golden eyes are wide and round. “We’re going to have a baby.” The astonishment in her voice mirrors my own feelings.
“Looks like.”
“Are you happy, Daddy?”
“Baby. An hour ago, I didn’t think anything in this world would make me happier. Three days ago, I married the love of my life, five years to the day since we met. Then I spent those three days fucking her until she could barely walk. How could I have been any happier?” I look at the ceiling and take her hands in mine. “Only one way. My babygirl giving me a baby. A miracle baby.”
I don’t fight the burning in my eyes. I let the tears flow, and we fall into each other. Tears and laughter mingle together throughout the night, and I say a silent prayer to the powers that be for everything I thought I would never have.
Everything I never believed could be true. And it all started with three simple words. One year ago. On my birthday.
Kiss me goodnight.
Epilogue One and a Half
Ace
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Are they asleep?” Brinna stands by the black window, looking at the flurry of white fluff falling from the sky.
“Yup.” I still get that giddy feeling in my gut every time I look at her.
Tonight I’d swear she’s more beautiful than any other time I’ve looked at her. But, I think that same thing nearly every day.
“You spoil them.” My wife smiles with playful disapproval in her eyes. “Five-year olds do not need—”
“It’s not about need.” I cut her off, coming over to kiss the rest of the words from her lips.
“You’re impossible.” She whispers into our kiss. “Christmas isn’t just about the presents. I don’t want them to grow up expecting things to equal love.”
“Lamb.” I pinch her chin with one hand, running my other down the silken sheen of her hair. I let it glide down her back, finally settling on her ass. Then the urge takes me and I pull it back before laying a nice slap there, delighting at the yelp from her mouth as her eyes go wide, staring deep into mine. “Our girls know what love is. They see it every day. Feel it in every minute we’re all together. The gifts,” I jerk my head toward the Christmas tree, underneath which the floor is covered for six feet around with red and green paper and silver bows. “Those are for me.” I chuckle. “I’m the one that gets the joy out of watching all my girls open those presents. So, do you think since I’m the one that likes giving the gifts I don’t know the difference between things and love?”
“No.” She cracks a crooked smile and I squeeze her ass in one hand, pressing my thumb to her lips until she sucks it into her mouth and my cock twitches.
“Good girl.” I pulse my thumb in and out of her mouth, feeling my erection grow as her tongue circles my digit and the warm wet circle of her lips tightens. “God, how I love you.”
She smiles and softly bites down as I tip my head and give her a warning glance. “Careful there, babygirl.”
She releases my thumb and I give her another swat on the ass, just because it’s one of my favorite things to do.
“So.” She starts looking back out the window. “Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.” I reply, seeing the twinkle in her eyes.
“Not as ready as me.” She teases, ducking under my arm and heading toward the kitchen and the patio doors that lead to the back yard.
I spin on my heel to follow her, watching as she pulls the gauzy white dress over her head, listening to her yelps and giggles as she does.
My hands tear at the buttons on my shirt, shedding it as I try to catch up. “You better wait for me.” I shout as her naked ass disappears around the corner of the island in the kitchen.
I trip and nearly fall as I try to kick off my boots and undo my belt. While hopping on one foot, I finally manage to tug the boot off one, then grab the other and toss it away, shoving my pants down as I follow the sounds of her laughter.
When I find her, she’s pulling the French doors at the back of the house wide open, and a gush of cold air raises goosebumps on my skin.
“Stop.” I order, and she turns with a smile but halts at the open door. “We go together.”
“I know, Daddy. I was just playing.”
Her body is fuller and womanly now, and if her thumb in my mouth didn’t make me hard then the sight of her standing by the open door, stark naked with the snow drifting in around her, has certainly finished the job.
I step forward and reach down to grab her hand as we stand in the open doorway, wearing not a stitch of clothing, the snow whipping up a small white tornado outside on the patio.
“There’s enough for good ones.” I add, looking at the ten or so inches of snow covering the ground.
“On your mark...” She starts squeezing my hand as I look down to see her nipples drawing tight in the cold air.
I follow her words with mine, “Get set...”
And just like the last four years, we say the last word together.
“GO!”
We bolt out the door into the snow, naked as the day we were born, breaking into a run at the touch of cool, soft snowflakes that dance and melt on our bare skin.
Through the snow I see her pale silhouette, her cocoa colored hair spinning around her head as she looks back over her shoulder at me, my heart swelling at the joy in her smile.
“A little farther.” I instruct, lifting my arm to point toward a hundred-year-old oak tree where I carve our initials every anniversary. “Over there, under the tree.”
She turns in the direction I point, and we bound together in that direction, kicking up snow as we go.
“Oh my God.” She laughs, her arms coming around to hug her naked belly as she comes to a halt beside the massive trunk. “It’s freezing.”
“Of course it’s freezing. It’s winter, we are in the middle of a blizzard and we’re running outside naked.”
“Come on!”
“Okay.” I catch up and grab her hand. “Right here.” I glance around and she looks in the same direction, seeing the perfection of the unblemished snow spread out beneath us.
“On your mark...” She starts our second countdown.
“Get set.” I reply, feeling the freezing snow starting to make my feet tingle.
“GO!”
We answer together again, both of us dropping down onto our backs just a few feet apart laughing at the sting of ice-cold snow.
“Damn!” I can’t help crying out at how it feels against my bare skin.
“Oh my god.” She screams and giggles as we both stretch our arms out at our sides and begin fanning them, along with our legs, in the snow.
Looking up all I can see is a cascade of fluffy white drops. They melt the moment they hit my skin and I listen to Brinna’s laughter as she works her arms and legs in the snow with me.
“Okay!” She looks over at me the moonlight glowing on her damp skin. “It’s pretty funny watching your hard cock pointin
g up at the sky while you make naked snow angels on Christmas Eve. I mean, this is making memories!”
“Kodak moments.”
We both laugh, and I sit up, looking over to enjoy one more full view of my girl, laying there in the pure white snow, making an angel.
“Done?” She asks, and I nod.
“Let’s go.”
With that, we are back up on our feet. I grab her hand as we jog back toward the open door. The house is glowing from the fire and the candlelight on the main floor. The girls’ room is upstairs, still dark as the twins sleep away the last few hours before Santa comes.
Back inside the house, we are breathless and laughing as I shut the door and stumble toward the fire where I have our two robes folded and waiting, warmed up ready for our return.
Brinna races on her tip toes, shivering right behind me, and I turn and shake open the white terrycloth and envelop her body in the warm fabric before wrapping the other one around me.
“You know.” She starts as I pull her into my arms, wrapping her in my warmth as I run my hands up and down her body, creating warm friction that will stop her shivering.
“Know what?” I kiss her forehead as she leans into my chest.
She looks up and meets my eyes. “When I found out we were having twins.” A wet strand of hair falls over her face and she reaches up to brush it off, but it just falls right back.
I take her wrist with one hand, and with the other I push her hair behind her ear. “Yeah?” I answer absently, lost in the beauty of her face. The joy and fun we have together still leaves me in awe.
“I was afraid it would change us. You know? I mean, babies change people...but twins? God, I knew they would be a lot of work...” She giggles and shakes her head. “...and I was just afraid that, I don’t know... That we wouldn’t be ‘us’ anymore you know?”
I gather her hair in my hands and smooth it down her back, then move them to each cheek, looking down into the eyes that have given me a life I never dreamed possible.
“And? How did it turn out?” I tease.