RUEGER

“DAMN.” I THROW MY HEAD back as my hands tighten on the sides of her head, driving my cock deeper into her throat, feeling the impending explosion tightening my ball sac into my body. “Your mouth belongs in the fucking Smithsonian, princess. You make Daddy so proud.”

I lower my gaze because watching her is equal to or better than the physical sensations of everything her magical mouth bestows upon me. Tears are streaming down her cheeks with the effort. She doesn’t even fight for air, giving that up in order to please me, which is a gift unlike anything I ever could have imagined.

Her gaze fixes on mine, the flickering behind her brown eyes telling me exactly what she’s thinking.

“Love me, Daddy. Approve of me. Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Her throat opens as I intensify my thrusts, driving beyond her tonsils and basking in the way her throat tightens around the head of my dick. She drops one hand from the spit-slick base of my cock, her fingertips leaving a trail of erotic thunder as she lightly traces them down the inside of my leg until they rest for a moment on her knee.

Again, those eyes. Jesus, her eyes talk to me, and I give her the slightest of nods. This will be my undoing; it is every time.

“Good girl.” I moan as her fingers disappear between her legs, her mouth sucking harder and with more devotion that I thought possible.

I watch with the fury of a man on fire as her hand strokes her sex, her mouth moving in time with her own self-giving pleasure, and when I see the far-off look in her eyes, I’m done.

“Come with Daddy, princess. Come with me now.”

That’s all it takes. We both shudder, and my cum sprays out of my dick into her throat with a force that has my hamstrings cramping. My balls twitch and pulse.

I hold on to her head, not just to keep myself rooted deep in her mouth as I go off; it’s to keep me from toppling over onto her from the ecstasy of my release. My entire body shakes, and I grunt and moan, filling the bedroom with my pleasured fury.

Her own muffled sounds of climax vibrate around the head of my cock lodged in her mouth. She takes it all, swallowing desperately, knowing how much I dislike when any of my gift to her drips out from around those pouty, stunning lips.

“You are Daddy’s best girl.” I loosen my grip on her head and slide out a bit to allow her a breath. Her lips spread slightly, and I feel the air move from her desperate inhale over my wet, slick shaft as she draws in life-giving oxygen. “Did you come hard for Daddy?”

She nods as she licks and cleans my cock as she should. After a few moments of her service, I withdraw, reaching down to where her hands raise for me to allow her to stand.

“Yummy Daddy.” She licks her lips and twists back and forth on tiptoes before I draw her into my chest, both of us breathing fast. Our meeting flesh is warm and slightly damp from our effort.

“Yes, Daddy’s cum is only for his princess. And you always need to tell me how thankful you are I allow you to swallow it. How much you enjoy my taste.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you,” she whispers into my chest as I stroke her hair. She’s growing it out a bit; the rainbow tips on the ends have turned into long stripes of purple and pink. I wrap one tendril around my finger as we bask in the glow of our moment.

“We won’t be late, will we?” She draws back, looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I would allow us to be late?”

She shakes her head. “No. But I just want to get there and see it and everyone. I just want the day to start.”

“Okay, Babygirl. Lie back on the bed, and Daddy is going to lick all that sweet juice out of you then we will get dressed.”

At the quick smack of my hand on her ass, she yelps and scurries over to the bed, assuming the position with her knees bent, hands pulling her legs apart, with her pussy at the edge of the mattress, waiting.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” I ask as I step toward her, dropping to my knees and admiring what’s mine.

“No, Daddy. Not yet.”

“Oh, bad Daddy. I love you, princess. Like only Daddy can.”

With that, my mouth is on her slick folds, sucking and drawing every drop of her orgasm from her and taking one more just for good measure. I swallow every delicious drop of her. She’s ruined me in more ways that I can count.

However, as my appetite for her pussy is relentless, my little princess has me on a diet that leaves my inner beast howling for a good ribeye. Or some deep-fried chicken. She’s turned the house vegan, and as much as I want to please my Babygirl, some days a man just needs to gnaw on a bone.

Each time, tearing myself away from her cunt is one of the most difficult things I’ve done in my life. I could fucking live down there, honest to God. Her flavor seared my soul that first day like an internal branding iron. Her taste was designed just for me, and I’ve been a hopeless addict ever since.

I quickly get her dressed and follow suit myself. The sun is streaming in the bedroom window, and the clock on the wall shows 8:36 a.m. Guests will arrive at ten, and I know Lexi will want to spend some time inside the new exhibit with her furry, slow-moving friends before everyone arrives.

“Now go get Daddy his coffee.” I kiss her forehead, and she skips to the coffeemaker on the buffet against the wall. She loves to please me, and in turn, it only makes my need to protect her and love her stronger every day.

She’s back a moment later with a proud grin. Dropping to her knees in front of me, holding my coffee cup up in her palm, the handle pointed in my direction just as I’ve taught her. “You are so good. Now, let’s go, princess.” I take her hand, raise her back to her feet, and lead her to the bedroom door.

“Did you hear from Rita?” she asks as we make our way down the hall, my hand gliding down her back to rest just above the swell of her ass, sipping on the hot coffee as we go.

“She texted, yes. Her flight got in around two a.m., but she said she will be there this morning. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, she said.”

I see the smile bloom on her lips. It’s a huge perk than Lexi and my sister Rita have developed a friendship of their own in the last six months. Just another sign that what we have was not only meant to be, it is magical.

“Cool. I’ve got a surprise for her.”

“You do?”

We are down the stairs and out the front door into the morning sun. Lexi takes my coffee cup and holds it as I open the door of the Wagoneer for her to hop in. She does, securing my hot drink in the mug holder then turning back to me with a glimmer in her eye.

“Yep. And you too.”

“Okay. Let’s go. We want to be sure everything is ready to go when the guests arrive.”

This was all her idea that we hold our wedding and reception at the zoo. We combined her love of sloths, her almost obsessive need to give them a better habitat, and my need to marry her into one event. Only my Babygirl would want to be married at the opening of the new sloth exhibit that I funded, while announcing to the few friends and family we’ve invited we are expecting our first baby in seven months. Lexi is wearing a white sundress and nothing else. Barefoot. No panties. My cum in her belly and her scent on my face. I couldn’t be happier if you told me Lexi was going to let me have a steak for dinner.

It’s going to be quite a day.

“YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE.” The justice of the peace nods toward Lexi and me, and I seal our vows with a deep kiss. The small group around us releases a collective sigh as they sip on champagne or eat the rainbow-colored cake balls Lexi insisted be available before the brunch meal which will follow our quick ceremony.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers into my ear as she throws her arms around my neck. When she clings to me like this, I feel so complete. So proud to be the man to whom she belongs.

“I love you too, Babygirl. Don’t you ever think for one second I don’t. Not ever.”

With that, we turn to accept the hugs and congratulations from the ten or so people we invited.

Rita is here with a man she’s dating. His name is Ted, and much to my surprise, I find myself surprisingly protective of my older—albeit by six minutes—twin sister, even if we are both turning forty in a few weeks.

Three of the women from Lexi’s synchronized swimming group are sipping champagne and swooning in the back of the group.  Their gray hair freshly teased and sprayed into place with enough AquaNet to put a hole in the ozone you could drive a semi through.

Ricky is cutting up with Heather as they hover toward the edge of the group. I can’t be 100 percent sure, but there seems to be a growing connection there. It certainly defies conventional wisdom, the two of them are as night to day, but far be it for me to figure out what the intricacies of the heart entail. You love who you love, and if you are lucky to find that, more power to you.

“Now.” Lexi tugs on my arm, giving me an exaggerated look toward Rita.

I look around the room quickly. The new habitat is housed in the Lexi Chase-Marshall Sloth Playground. I paid for it, and she named it. Behind the wall of glass, there is a live forest, over an acre under cover and another half-acre outside for when the weather is conducive.

“Okay, baby, let’s see what your surprise is.”

“One sec. I have to get something from my bag.”

She runs off, shuffles in her bag for a second, and is right back standing in front of Rita and me with an envelope decorated with pink and blue hand drawn hearts.

She shoves it toward us. “Open it together.”

“What are you up to, little girl?” My eyes narrow as Rita and I both pinch the envelope and bring it toward us, our feet stepping inward to bring us closer together.

“It’s not going to explode in pink and blue glitter all over us, is it?” Rita reaches out to pull Lex toward her in a half hug.

“Nope.” Lexi bounces on her tiptoes. Whatever it is has her about to explode with her own excitement. “Just open it already.” She claps and her eyes glow.

“Better do as we are told, huh, Daddy?” Rita teases.

Lexi and I don’t use our titles all the time in public, but in our home, with friends and family, we decided we will not hide who we are. Even if it does give Rita fodder for teasing me whenever she gets the chance.

Rita and I manage to tear the flap of the envelope together, then I hold it open while she slides out the card inside. More pink and blue hearts drawn by Lexi’s endless supply of magic markers and art supplies decorate the front of the card.

When Rita finally slips it open, the black-and-white ultrasound picture is there, with two arrows drawn on it in pink and blue. I nearly drop to my knees.

“Oh my God!” Rita screams, and both of them are yelping and hopping up and down hugging each other while I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Heather and Ricky are there in the next moment.

“What the heck?” Heather comes around, and Lexi turns and jumps toward me.

“Daddy’s going to be a Daddy times two!”

“You’re having twins!” Heather snatches the card from Rita. “You have to name them Minnie and Paul!”

Lexi giggles then looks up and me to say, “It’s too early to know the sexes yet, but I’m hoping for a boy and a girl.” 

“God I’m so fucking pissed I missed your appointment.”  I shake my head.  I wanted so badly to be there for her first ultrasound but I was stuck on a flight delay coming back from New York.  Finishing up a bit of consulting I’m doing for Moe’s expansion.  Seems I couldn’t quite sever my connection to that little deli and have kept my toes in the water as far as that deal is concerned.

The week after we officially became who we are to each other, we finally did have our date at the zoo. I remember how devastated she was when she discovered the sloths from her youth, Minnie and Pearl, were gone. Heather was there with us that day and continues to be a positive and integral part of our lives.

I’ve even given Heather the task of developing a new component to the Count On program. She has a talent for budgeting in real life. A way of communicating with others like herself, kids raised in the system. I offered her a position teaching mentees in our program how to manage their funds. She travels around to different cities, helping members of the program learn how to set up a budget and connect with some simple, but necessary, fiscal skills.

A sea of new congratulations fills the room. Sloths move behind the glass as a burning gathers in my eyes.

“Baby.” I swoop both arms around her waist and swing her around in an arc, nearly taking Ricky’s knees out in the process.

Everyone takes a step back as they laugh and watch me swing my girl in a circle until she’s squealing and laughing so hard her own face is wet with tears.

“I didn’t think I could be any happier.” I set her down and don’t even bother to wipe away the tear that slides down from the corner of my eye.

Lexi reaches up to pet my beard as she likes to do when she’s looking deep into my eyes.

“You proud of me, Daddy?”

“I couldn’t be prouder, Babygirl. You’ve made the day more perfect that I could have dreamed in a thousand lifetimes.”