Christmas Daddies

by Jade West

  Maybe they really could be friends.

  I’d like my sweet Laine to have nice friends.

  “They’re so nice!” she gushes and lands a kiss on my cheek. “Caroline said she’s here for weeks until she’s back at uni, suggested we go to theirs for their Boxing Day party.”

  “Would you like that?”

  She nods. “I’d love that. I love meeting your friends, Nick.”

  I’m certain they love meeting her, too. Penny and Mike, and Trevor from IT. So many people I’ve seen every day and given no thought to whatsoever.

  That’s all going to change.

  I’m going to change. Hell, we’ve changed so much already, Laine and I.

  I think there’ll be plenty of new developments this coming year, not least the little bump Laine seems eager to have in her belly.

  We’ve talked about it properly, just like we should have done before I unloaded my cum into her pussy at every opportunity.

  She’s young, but not that young, and I’m certainly not getting any younger myself.

  I still want to be able to do everything good fathers do.

  I want to trek through the countryside with our butterfly nets, and be there for them until they’re plenty old enough to take care of themselves.

  I have time, but it’s ticking.

  The necklace is a sly little test. I present it in its sweet little box, and watch her expression as I open it.

  The disappointment is only fleeting, but it’s there.

  A necklace not a ring.

  But it’s beautiful, and the thinks so too.

  “Oh, Nick… Oh my God…”

  “A diamond for my sweetheart,” I tell her, and step behind her to fasten it around her neck. “I can’t take the credit,” I admit. “Penny chose it. You’ll have to thank her for her excellent taste.”

  “I’m thanking you,” she says. “I’ll show you how much I love it later.”

  And then she heads off to find Penny.

  Her new-found confidence amazes me.

  Everything about her amazes me.

  Somehow I think Barbara French really will need to be buying a hat for our big day.

  And soon.

  Very soon.

  I can’t wait until my sweet little Laine Seabourne is sweet little Laine Lynch.

  Epilogue

  Laine

  He tells me my old house is finished. Good as new he says.

  I kick off my heels and thank him, but it feels so far away that place.

  I guess it will be nice for Mum should she ever come back.

  Maybe she’ll be back for Christmas. Maybe I’ll get a text.

  Maybe she’ll even come to dinner with Nick and me.

  Maybe I don’t really care that much anymore.

  I’m excited about my own life now.

  I’m excited about finishing up my college course, even though Nick tells me he earns enough for both of us. For all of us. For the children we plan to have and the life we want to lead. Enough for everything.

  At least child studies puts me in an alright position to have babies of my own.

  I want so many of Nick’s babies.

  He says he’s going to redecorate Jane’s room. A new room for new little people when they come along.

  He’s already started boxing up her things.

  He’s moved her DaDDy drawing to the corkboard in the pantry. I trace my fingers around the letters sometimes, and wonder what it will be like to have a little girl of my own someday.

  Nick threw the belt from the study into the fire, said he doesn’t need that anymore either.

  He says that discipline doesn’t need to be cruel to be kind, and some rules are made to be broken. That’s life he says.

  The thought of his hand on my ass still gives me tickles, and I think that maybe I’ll have to be a naughty girl some time, just to go over his knee again.

  I really am dirty these days, and that’s ok too.

  I’ve been trying to find a way to tell him. Trying to find a way to show him what I want without it feeling icky.

  I mean how icky can it be to play a little when you’ve got someone’s engagement ring on your finger? It doesn’t get much more grown up than that.

  I’ve only got a bit of time left before Jane’s pink room is all gone. Her bed is still there and her pink curtains too, but they won’t stay. Not forever.

  My pink robe still hangs on the back of the door, even if her fairy castle has been put away in the garage. I have a new robe now, and it’s purple, not pink.

  I even have lacy underwear these days too. If I could forgive Kelly Anne enough to speak with her, I’m sure she’d laugh.

  I help Nick chop up the vegetables for dinner, and my engagement ring sparkles in the light. I stop to stare and he grabs me from behind, lands hot kisses on the back of my neck until I squeal.

  “Less of the magpie act, more chopping please, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m looking forward to an early night.”

  I am, too.

  I’ve been craving an early night all week.

  It’s the right time, my ovulation app tells me so.

  I hope tonight’s the night his cum gives me a little baby of our own.

  He leads me upstairs when we’re done eating, and I still follow so close to him, ever his little shadow.

  His fingers squeeze mine as he heads for our bedroom, but I stop, my heels digging into the carpet.

  He turns back and stares at me, his eyes dark in the way I love so much.

  “What is it?” he says.

  I smile so shyly, and my cheeks burn. My clit so tickly as I think about my guilty little pleasure.

  I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

  “I just… I was thinking…”

  “Spit it out, sweetheart,” he says. “No secrets, remember?”

  I nod, then glance at Jane’s door, and he knows. He just knows.

  He’s smiling as he steps closer, and I’m smiling too as he hitches up the hem of my dress.

  “I see,” he says, and he does see.

  His eyes burn as he stares at my plain cotton knickers, white, just as he liked so much.

  “Have you been a naughty girl, Laine? Thinking dirty thoughts about Jane’s sweet pink bed?”

  My breath hitches. My clit tickles.

  “Maybe…” I say.

  “Maybe?”

  I smile. “Maybe a little…”

  I worry that maybe he’s done with this, maybe it will be too weird for him with us trying for a baby and all, and I suddenly feel an idiot for pulling a stunt like this without asking, and maybe I should’ve-

  His lips stop my mind whirring, and his tongue is so fierce just like it used to be.

  He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs.

  “We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Nick, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…”

  His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk dirty enough to make my tummy tickle.

  “Call me Daddy,” he says, and opens the door.

  THE END

  Christmas Bonus – Call Me Daddy

  Nick

  Oh, how my sweet little Laine surprises me in the most delightful ways.

  She’s the most innocent little temptress, conveying her dirty fantasies in the most endearing of fashions.

  Jane’s pretty pink bedroom really does sum up the more risqué side of our relationship. The dark shadows of soul where sweetness meets sexuality and deviates into something delightfully unholy.

  Laine is wearing her sweet cotton panties like a true vixen, coaxing her daddy onward, even though I’m the one who’s leading her by her dainty little fingers across the threshold to that little girl’s bedroom.

  One day, Jane’s pink décor will be all gone, replaced by fresh paint and pictures for babies of our own. But not r
ight now.

  Now it’s still all about me and my naughty little Laine.

  Her eyes are wide as I close the door behind us, and the tension is palpable, the dynamic shifting.

  “Love me, Daddy Nick,” she whispers, and my breath catches in my throat.

  She’s so beautiful, my gorgeous Laine. Her hair glows gold under the bedroom light, her engagement ring sparkling as she brushes a stray strand from her forehead.

  “It’s just Daddy in here,” I tell her, and my voice is heavy.

  She nods. “Love me, Daddy, please.”

  My dick pulses as her eyelashes flutter. Her body yields to mine so eagerly as I lift her dress and pull it up and free. It catches her hair for just a moment, and she tips her head to let it cascade free.

  She leans into my touch as I land my palm on one of her pretty little tits.

  “Tell Daddy you’re going to be a good girl,” I whisper, and she nods again.

  “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy, I promise.”

  “Daddy has needs, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Daddy needs his little girl to take him nice and deep for him.”

  “Always, Daddy.”

  Being in this space sets me alight. My cock is borderline painful as I take her fingers in mine and guide them to my belt.

  “Give Daddy what he needs, Laine.”

  Her fingers are trembling as she fiddles with the buckle, lips parted as she pulls it loose. I help her the rest of the way, freeing my dick and thrusting it into her open palm.

  Her grip closes, surprisingly tight for such a little thing.

  “I love making Daddy nice and hard,” she breathes, and there’s a flash of naughtiness in her eyes. “It makes me feel all tingly.”

  “Show me where.”

  So gently, she takes a step back and spreads her thighs nice and wide for me. The cotton of her panties is damp enough to outline the pretty little pout of her pussy.

  Dirty girl.

  I drop to my knees in a beat, closing the distance and pressing my mouth tight to the cloying fabric. The scent of her drives me crazy, fisting my dick like a man possessed. I clamp my open mouth on her dainty little mound and suck her hard through the cotton, loving how she whimpers as my teeth grip her softness.

  “Ow,” she whispers. “Ow, Daddy, that pinches.”

  I make it all better with my tongue, swirling patterns on those panties like I’m painting a work of art.

  “More please, Daddy,” she breathes, and my dick jerks in my palm.

  This time I suck her little clit through the fabric before I nip her, and this time she shudders and squeaks as I let her go.

  I look up at her with a filthy smile. “My little Laine is a dirty girl,” I grunt, and she presses her cunt right back against my face.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

  “On the bed,” I tell her, and she hesitates just a moment before she obeys, sitting herself so sweetly on the edge with her thighs still open wide.

  “Daddy’s going to put a baby in his little girl’s belly,” I say, and her eyes widen. “Daddy’s going to fill you up with his cum until you’re growing a little baby girl of your own.”

  Her arms are waiting for me as I get to my feet and stand tall above her. They wrap tight around my hips, her soft lips pressing to my balls and pinning my cock high against my stomach.

  “Fill me up, Daddy,” she whimpers, her voice muffled by my flesh as she sucks and slavers.

  I twist her hair around my fingers and guide my swollen tip to her mouth. “Slick Daddy up nice and wet,” I grunt, and she opens wide.

  My thrusts aren’t gentle as I drive in deep, but my thumb is tender against her cheek as I sweep her rosy skin.

  Pretty Laine’s eyes are glassy with tears as I jam my dick in all the way. I hold her firm, her throat straining as I shower her with whispered praise. Good girl. Such a good little girl for Daddy.

  She makes such wet noises from that sweet little mouth. Her spit dribbles down to my balls and hangs in streamers, tears spilling free as she gazes up at me. I pull my dick free with a squelch and guide her open mouth down lower as she gulps for air.

  “Both Daddy’s balls at once, dirty girl. I want your cheeks stretched nice and wide.”

  How she tries, my gorgeous Laine. She strains and struggles, trying to suck them into that hot wet mouth and making quite a messy show of it. I help her with strong fingers, stretching her lips and plopping my balls into the hollows of her cheeks, until she looks like a filthy little hamster stuffed full.

  It feels like fucking heaven and her muffled moans are the song of an angel. A very fucking dirty one.

  “Daddy’s nice and wet for that sweet cunt of yours, little girl,” I tell her as I tug myself free.

  Foamy spit coats her chin, trickling thick down her throat as she catches her breath.

  I barely give her a moment to regain composure. Her tight little body is easy to flatten to the mattress, her legs rising instinctively to splay that tiny pussy in plain white panties. I rub my wet dick along her slit, loving how her spit darkens the cotton.

  I don’t want to tear them off her or tug them down, not today. They symbolise innocence and purity, some of the qualities that thrill me most about my dirty little sweetheart.

  They also symbolise the fucked-up beauty of our strange little relationship.

  I hook my fingers in the crotch and pull them to the side, managing to free her hungry little cunt enough that my dick can press tight to her greedy hole.

  “Love me, Daddy,” she whimpers again as she stares up.

  I lick my way up her slimy throat, lapping up her wetness until my kiss lands hot and heavy.

  And then I fuck her.

  My cock slams all the way in, the fabric of her panties rubbing my shaft as I pound her hard.

  Little angel Laine forgets herself, hissing filthy words as I angle for her sweet spot.

  “Please, Daddy!” she cries as I circle my hips.

  I fuck her without mercy, my forehead to hers as her knees fold over my shoulders. Her feet struggle for grip against my back and find none, her fingers grabbing Jane’s pink bedsheets and holding tight.

  “Come for Daddy,” I grunt into her open mouth, and she nods.

  “Always for Daddy,” she murmurs. “Daddy feels so good.”

  And so does Daddy’s little girl. Even now her pussy is like a vice, crushing me tight as my balls tense and threaten to blow.

  I’m going to blow deep. Real fucking deep.

  Deep enough that our sweet little two becomes three.

  It makes it all the sweeter that these games of ours won’t come so freely when our little family changes shape.

  Laine’s eyes eat mine up as she wriggles and writhes and builds with a tension all of her own. I can feel it in her quick little jerks, in the way she breathes so fucking fast against my mouth, in the tautness of her thighs against my skin.

  “You asked for this, dirty girl,” I whisper.

  “I’d have begged for it, Daddy,” she whispers back. “I wanted it so much.”

  I file that little confession for later. Maybe next time I’ll draw out the moment I give in to her Jane’s room fantasies, just to see how nicely she pleads when she’s down on her knees on the landing outside.

  But I’m done with drawing out the moment right here and now. My balls are pounding too tight to resist, my cock throbbing deep inside Laine’s cunt as she reaches the crest of her excitement and lets her cries come tumbling.

  It’s delicious.

  Perfect.

  I come hard. Just as deep as I intended, filling her up with a roar as her sweet little smile beams up at me.

  “That’s it, Daddy,” she says. “Give me what I need.”

  Need.

  That’s what this is between us – two desperate creatures bound up in each other’s need and finding salvation on the other side.

  Finding something beautiful.

  A truly beautiful life, where I’ll n
ever get enough of my gorgeous girl.

  The sparkle in her eyes tells me she’ll never get enough of me either.

  I kiss her for a long time before I pull my dick free, and then collapse onto the bed at her side with her fingers twisted in mine.

  We catch our breath in unison, and when her sweet little voice sounds again it’s not laced with Daddy. Not even close.

  She’s Laine again, and I’m Nick, and she has a hand idling loosely on the bed as she stares up the ceiling.

  “Yellow,” she tells me. “Like sunlight. That’s what colour we’re going to paint this room.”

  “Whatever Mummy wants,” I laugh, and she laughs right back at me.

  “That’s gonna take some getting used to.”

  It sure is.

  At least we have at least nine months’ head start to get in the groove.

  Acknowledgments

  As always, so many people to thank.

  My incredible editor, John Hudspith, who really pulled out all the stops on this, as always. Johnny, for real, this was an amazing ride. I couldn’t do this without you.

  Letitia Hasser, for the insanely awesome cover. RBA Designs, everyone. Such talent!

  Tracy Smith Comerford, for being my constant sounding board and working like a trooper.

  Michelle McGinty and Lesley Edwards, for your support as always.

  Louise Ramsay, your beta feedback is always so insightful.

  My dirty girls and boys, I love you all, and the group makes me smile so hard.

  To all the amazing authors I’m lucky enough to call my friends, and all the bloggers and readers who so tirelessly support me. You are all amazing. I’m both grateful and honoured.

  My friends, who put up will all my incessant book talk and crazy sleep schedule. Maria, Lisa, Dom, Hanni, Kate, Marie, Tom, Jo, James, Siobhan… some of you so near and some of you so far… I love you all.

  My family. Mum, Dad, Brad, Nan, Julie, Jenny, and of course, Jon. You are everything.