Daddy’s Lost Love

by Roberts, Laylah

  “You good, baby girl?”

  “I’m good, Daddy. You?”

  He sighed. “I’m gonna get there. With your help.”

  20

  Daisy lay on the couch, snuggled under a thick blanket. Not that she really needed it, seeing as Jed lay behind her and he created plenty of heat. But she liked this. Cuddling with him. It was normal in a way that she hadn’t had much of in her life.

  The last few weeks had been intense and crazy, wonderful and scary.

  So yeah, normal was nice.

  “What’s this show called again?”

  “Ally James Murder mysteries.”

  He grunted. She was lying dressed just in one of her nighties. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top since he declared it was a hundred degrees under the blanket, especially since she’d insisted he light the fire.

  Since his talk with Molly and his subsequent manly chats with Bain, he’d started losing that haunted look. Stopped watching her so intently, as though he thought she might disappear if he stopped. He’d even worked a few days. Although no away trips and each time he worked, he brought her out to the ranch to visit with Ellie, Charlie and Abby. Which was awesome fun. Although they did tend to get in trouble together.

  Like yesterday, when they’d decided to make ice cream sundaes. Right before dinner. She’d gotten her butt spanked when they’d got home.

  But those ice cream sundaes had been delicious.

  Next week, though, he was working the whole week and she was staying here. Or, at least, he hadn’t mentioned taking her out to the ranch. She was starting to wonder if he was ever going to take her to his place, but she guessed that could wait.

  He nuzzled her neck. They hadn’t had sex yet. And that sucked because she was a giant bundle of sexual nerves.

  “She needs a spanking,” Jed said, gesturing towards the TV.

  “She does not!”

  “Yep. She does. If you went around putting yourself in dangerous situations like that, you’d be over my knee.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You just want an excuse to spank me.”

  “Don’t need excuses, you give me plenty of reasons,” he murmured against her neck. His hand ran down her side then slid up under her nightie. He pressed it against her lower stomach.

  “Jed,” she moaned as he kissed down her neck.

  “Payback. Lit the fire you wanted. Lying under this hot-ass blanket. Watching some brat on TV chase down bad guys when she should leave it to the professionals. So, need some payback.”

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly. Whatever he wanted.

  “Put your leg up on my thigh.”

  She raised her top leg, pushed it back, resting it on his.

  “That’s a good girl. Now, you just keep yourself nice and still.”

  She tried to concentrate on the show, to not notice as he lightly pinched her nipple then tugged at it. How he cupped her breast. She tried to keep her breathing slow, to stop herself from moaning as he slid his hand down her stomach, closer to her mound.

  “Jed. . .”

  “Just watch the TV,” he commanded.

  That was freaking impossible. Especially as he cupped her mound then slid a finger through her juices, pressing it down on her swollen clit. Her hips arched forward, a low groan erupting from her.

  “My girl is wet.”

  Fuck yes, she was.

  “She wants me badly.”

  God yes, she did.

  “My girl is going to come for me, isn’t she? Come for her daddy.”

  Holy shit. Those words were like an electrical current straight to her clit. He circled the swollen bundle of nerves. How could she be so close already? Was it a world record to come with only a few flicks of his finger against her clit?

  Then he drew his finger away.

  “No!” she cried out.

  “When Daddy asks a question, he expects an answer. Now you get five minutes of me playing without touching your clit.”

  Daddy was a big old meanie. His hand cupped one breast then his fingers played with her nipple, tweaking it, tugging at it. She wiggled, trying to press back against him.

  “Please. . .please. . .”

  “Take your punishment like a good girl.”

  She sobbed out a breath. This sucked. She’d rather have a spanking. By the time he had finished torturing her with pleasure, she was a mess. She couldn’t even see the TV let alone focus. She was on fire. Wet. In need.

  For him.

  He placed his finger on her clit.

  “Please, Daddy. Please make me come.”

  “Yes. Come for me. Come hard, baby girl. Let me hear you scream.”

  She bucked in his arms, falling apart. She felt wild. Her orgasm roared through her, stealing her breath then returning it in a rush as she screamed.

  “That’s my baby. Good girl. Good girl.” His words started to penetrate minutes later and she realized they were moving. He was carrying her up the stairs.

  “Jed?”

  “Not making love to you the first time on the couch,” he told her.

  She tensed. “You’re finally going to fuck me?”

  He stilled. Looked down at her. “Not fucking, baby. Making love.”

  “Oh.”

  “Fucking will come later.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Your first time, we take it slow and gentle. I’m a big guy, you’ve never done this before. It will take some time to adjust. I’ll lead, baby. But I’ll take it at the pace you need to go, yeah?”

  Those jitters that had been growing faded somewhat. She reached up and cupped his cheek as he set her on the bed. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

  He grinned down at her. “Good. Now, take off your nightie. I want to see my baby.”

  Her heart raced. She felt her cheeks growing warm even though he’d seen her naked before.

  He raised an eyebrow. “You want to leave it on?”

  “No, I guess not.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you’re mine. Forever. Got plenty of time to see you, if you need it on for a while to feel more comfortable then that’s what we’ll do.” He winked at her. “But I’m getting naked.”

  “Oh goody.” She climbed up the bed to settle against the headboard and clapped her hands. “Show me. Show me.”

  He burst into laughter and she grinned. She would never tire of that sound.

  She watched hungrily as he stripped off his t-shirt. He was gorgeous. Fit. Muscular. With a six-pack that made her mouth water. His hands went to his belt. Off it came. She pressed her thighs together, her pussy growing slick and needy.

  Dressed just in his boxers, he crawled onto the bed and lay along next to her. Leaning in, he kissed her. And those jitters completely melted away. He could kiss. And when he kissed her, she couldn’t think of anything else.

  “Fucking love kissing you. Cannot wait to kiss you in other places,” he muttered as he dropped light kisses along her neck. “Your breasts. Your thighs. Your pussy.”

  Her breath caught. “You want to kiss me there?”

  “Cannot wait to taste you. Bet you taste like you smell. Strawberries and sugar.”

  That’s why he called her sugar, because that was how she smelled? He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, making her gasp.

  “Spread for me, baby girl. Give me all of you.” His hand rose further up her thigh. Her heart stuttered then beat faster. Harder. He cupped the heat of her.

  “Wet. So wet for Daddy, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped out as he gently pressed his hand against her pussy.

  “Do you want Daddy to lick you out, little girl? Want him to play with your clit? To taste you?”

  Her whole body was on fire with his words, his touch.

  “Sugar?” He withdrew his hand.

  She grabbed at his wrist. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He immediately re
turned his hand to her pussy, as he kissed her. “I want you wild for me, babe. I want to hear every noise. Don’t hold anything back. Holding back is not allowed.”

  That was good as she didn’t think she could hold back even if she wanted to. He moved down the bed, settling himself between her legs. He pushed her nightie up over her hips and she started to feel silly for needing the protection when he’d already seen her naked. But that was before he knew what had happened to her.

  It doesn’t matter to him.

  “Baby girl, what you thinking?”

  “You think I’m hot.”

  He chuckled. “Ah, yeah, babe. Think that’s pretty obvious. I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Smart. Sweet. Sometimes a brat.”

  “Am not,” she protested.

  He kissed her inner thigh. “You totally are. And stubborn.”

  “You can stop anytime,” she said mock-grumpily.

  “And I love it all. All of you.”

  She sighed happily and then she reached for the bottom of her nightie and drew it up over her head. And was rewarded by the way his eyes heated. His gaze grew intense.

  “Babe,” was all he said. But he said a lot with that one word. All of it good. He rose up, his weight resting on his arms as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her hands rising to clasp hold of his biceps as he tugged at her nipple, licked it, suckled on it.

  She shifted beneath him as waves of desire flooded her. He shifted to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. She ran her hands over his back, touching him everywhere she could, needing to give to him like he was giving to her.

  “Baby, you are fucking gorgeous. All of you. Not an inch of you I don’t want to explore.” He kissed his way down her stomach. “But this part right here, where I most want to be in the world.”

  He parted the lips of her pussy and ran his tongue along the slit. She cried out, her hips bucking up.

  “Yeah. Go wild, baby girl.” He played with her, teased her, stroked her up to the edge of coming with the tip of his tongue against her clit then dropped back to run the flat of his tongue across her entrance. Her body shook. Sweat coated her body. She screamed as once more he dropped back.

  “Don’t stop!”

  “Damn, you taste even better than I thought. Easy, baby.”

  “No. Not easy. I want it now!”

  “Demanding thing. I like that.” He pushed a finger slowly into her entrance. “So tight. Got to get you ready for me.”

  “I’m ready. I’m so ready.”

  “Easy. Easy, baby.”

  Her head shook back and forth and then his tongue started stroking her clit once more. Her orgasm rushed her, stealing her breath as she shook with her release. He slid up her body again, kissed along her jaw. She tried to catch her breath, clung to him tight, needing that closeness to anchor her.

  Then he rolled them, surprising her. His mouth found hers again. Ravaged her. She tasted herself on him.

  “Think I’m addicted to your taste, baby.”

  She smiled down at him. “Can I taste you?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Sure you’re ready for that?”

  “I won’t be any good. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to try if you’ll teach me?”

  “Teach you whatever you need to know. But babe, ain’t much you need to know other than don’t use your teeth, the tip is sensitive and handle my balls with care. Especially at the moment.”

  She kissed along his jaw. “Got it.”

  Slowly, she worked her way down his body. It was a work of art. And he thought she was gorgeous? She had nothing on him. Skin like silk. Yet his body was so hard. Strong. Even though she’d just come, she found herself getting turned on all over again just from touching him, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

  When she reached his boxers, she pulled them off slowly. He raised his ass and she drew them down his legs. Then she took in all that was Jed Carson.

  He. Was. Magnificent.

  Her heart thumped crazily. How would she ever fit that inside her?

  He gave a laugh. “So good for my ego.”

  She snorted. “Soon your head won’t even make it through the doorway.”

  “Got that right, sugar. Now take hold of the shaft at the base. That’s right. Hold me nice and firm. Good girl. Run your tongue along the tip.”

  She heard him groan, liked the sound of his arousal. Liked even more that she was the one turning him on. She threw herself wholeheartedly into giving him a blow job. Every murmured command was committed to memory. She sucked. She licked. She played very carefully with his balls. She was so engaged in what she was doing, she didn’t even hear him calling her name. Didn’t know he was calling a stop to it until he grabbed her, pulling her up his body.

  He kissed her. Hard. Hot.

  “I didn’t want to stop,” she moaned.

  “Love that you love sucking my cock. But I want to be inside you when I come.”

  She licked her lips. “I did a good job?”

  “I’ve never had better.”

  “That can’t be true,” she muttered.

  He rolled them over until she was on her back. “Never had better. You showed me that you loved what you just did and you fucking threw yourself into it so much that you didn’t even hear me when I tried to stop you. So yeah, best I’ve ever had.”

  Happiness filled her. “Oh.”

  He grinned. “Oh. But now, I’m fucking on fire and I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna last longer than thirty seconds.”

  He reached over into his nightstand and drew out a condom, rolling it quickly onto his shaft. Then he returned to her, his cock nudged at her entrance as he kissed her. Her breath came in short pants as he sucked on her nipple. God, she liked that. Liked it a lot.

  “My baby likes her nipples being sucked.”

  His baby certainly did.

  He pushed slowly inside her. She bucked against him. She liked the feel of that. “Trying to take it easy, babe. Make this good for my girl. Be easier on me if you stayed still.”

  “Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve just been waiting for this for a long, long time.”

  “Me too.” He pushed further inside her. “Wrap your legs around me, sugar. Tell me if you need me to stop for a bit.”

  She didn’t want him to stop. Sure, he was stretching her. He was a large guy and she was tight. But it also felt so good to have him finally there. Inside her. Claiming her.

  Slowly, slowly he pressed forward. It was the most delicious sort of torment. She shook. Moaned.

  “Easy, baby. Easy. Nearly there.”

  She could see the strain on his face and she kissed along his jaw, rubbing her hands along his back, trying to help him however she could. And then finally, he was there. Inside her.

  Honey flowed. Her insides danced. Rock’n roll. That’s what he was. He sent shivers through her when he spoke soft and gentle. When he was rough and hard, he made her want to sing. Or scream. But all of it was good. So damn good.

  He paused above her. Stared down at her and the most wonderful smile crossed his face.

  “My sugar.”

  She smiled back.

  “My dragon.”

  And then he moved. She clung on tight. Held on for the ride and hoped like hell she was making it good for him. He kissed her. Held her close. Murmured to her in that soft voice she adored.

  His breathing changed. There was a hitch. It grew faster. “Gonna come, baby girl. You’re coming with me.”

  Come with him? She couldn’t come again. Could she?

  He rolled his hips and he brushed against her clit in a way that had her eyes widening.

  “Oh.”

  “There it is.” He grinned. Then he did it again. And again. Until her orgasm rushed through her. Dimly, she heard his shout of satisfaction, but she was too far gone. Swimming on a sea of pleasure. He rolled, arranging her on his chest. She slumped against him, trying to catch her breath, to find the energy to speak.

>   “That. Was. Magnificent.”

  She felt his chest move. Knew he was laughing at her. Didn’t care.

  “Yeah, babe. It certainly was.”

  She managed to raise her head to smile down at him. “It was good for you?”

  “Best I’ve ever had.”

  “Oh. That’s nice.”

  This time his laugh wasn’t silent.

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  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock then pressed the tip into the slit. She loved hearing him groan, hearing him say her name, loved that she gave him this much pleasure.

  “Take me, baby girl. Take me in deep.”

  More than ready for that, she took him into her mouth, took as much of him as she could. Then she slowly slid her way back up. Down quickly. Up slowly.

  Suddenly, he grabbed her. Pulled her off him.

  “No,” she groaned.

  “Not coming in your mouth,” he told her. “Turn around, on your knees, grasp hold of the headboard and don’t let go.”

  She loved when he got all bossy in the bedroom. He pushed her legs apart then surged into her. He bit down lightly on the spot where her neck and shoulder met as she arched back into him with a cry. In and out. He pounded into her, drove her up higher.

  “Come with me, baby,” he commanded as he brushed his finger against her clit.

  She shattered. She thrust back against him. Taking him as deep as she could. And he gave as good as he got until he roared his release and followed her over.

  They collapsed together before he rolled off her, pulling her in against him, her head to his chest, his hand rubbing her back.

  “Good morning, sugar.”

  Oh, it certainly was.

  Forty-five minutes later, she stepped into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. His head rose and he smiled at her. “Got your breakfast ready, baby.”

  She wrinkled her nose as she stared down at the oatmeal on the counter. He reached over and pulled her so her back rested against his front then he kissed her neck lightly. “Does Daddy need to feed his girl?”

  Happiness filled her. “I’m a big girl, Daddy.”

  “Sometimes. And sometimes you’re my little girl. And I know that look, you’re thinking of a way you can pour that down the toilet.”