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 right 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 never 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.