CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TEN

SPENCER POV

“You’re so… firm…” she says.

      “I like to keep fit,” I tell her.

      She nods, and her eyes meet mine for a moment as she brushes my nipple.

      “You can touch me,” I say. “Touch me however you want.”

      Her hands gain confidence, stroking and prodding and pinching. “You’re amazing…” she whispers. “You’re everything…”

      I quiet her with my mouth, my lips pressing to hers before my tongue pushes inside. I tip her backwards and follow her, and her fingers snake instinctively to my belt.

      I unbuckle for her, and pull out my cock, kissing her hard as I wrap her sweet little fingers around my shaft. I move her hands, up and down, nice and slowly.

      “Like that,” I groaned into her mouth. “Just like that.”

      “I want to see it,” she whispers. “Please…”

      I press a hand to her ribs as I lift myself from her. Adjust her thighs so I can see her pretty cunt as her fingers work my dick. And she stares at my cock with wide-eyed wonder.

      “It’s big…” she says. “It feels so nice.”

      “It feels a lot nicer like this,” I say, and press the head against her slit. She sucks in her breath but I smile, slide it up to her clit. I rub my cock against her wet little bud, and her palms press to my thighs.

      I reach for her, my hand slipping behind her head to take her hair, supporting her weight so firmly.

      “Look,” I grunt. “Look how hard I am for your sweet little pussy.”

      “Do it,” she whispers.

      Back and forth I brush my swollen fucking cock, over that sensitive little nub until she’s panting all over again.

      “I need to come,” I tell her.

      “Please… yes…”

      “Come with me…” I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest.

      “I can’t…” she whispers. “I’m so… fluttery…”

      “You can,” I tell her. “I promise you, you can.” I pause. “And you will. Again, Violet. Come for me again.”

 I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum.

She wraps her legs around my waist and moves as I move. Her hands wrap around my neck and hold tight, eyes closed and mouth open as she gasps and moans and whimpers.

  “I’m gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Violet.”

   “Yes…” she whispers. “Oh God, please… please, Spencer…”

 “Don’t call me that,” I growl, and I’m on the edge, right on the fucking edge.

  “What shall I call you?” she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she’s thinking it, too.

   It’s in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust.

  My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it.

      “Call me Daddy only,” I growl. “You can call me Daddy.”

      She tenses, shudders, writhes against me.

“Fuck me daddy… please… pleasure me!”

      She likes it.

      I knew she would.

      A moaning, squirming, delicious little angel.

      I thrust, pin her hard, unloading my cum all over her tender little cunt, and she’s right there with me, whimpering little squeals into my ear.

      I collapse onto her, dick slick with my cum as it smears between us, and I feel her heartbeat against mine, so fast.

      Her fingers play with my hair, her mouth to my ear. I hear her breathing. Her breath was so fast.

      She kisses me, her lips pressing so gently to my temple.

      “Thank you… Daddy.”

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She’s so small in my arms. Her dainty little limbs held me so tight. Her hair smells of apples, nestled under my chin as she snuggles under the bedcovers.

      Her breathing is so even. A sweet calmness I’ve not seen in her before.

      I guess three orgasms do that to a girl.

      The beauty of this… this tenderness I feel with her beside me, goes someway to disarming the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

      I’ve crossed a line. A big line. A line that makes me feel like a depraved excuse for a man.

      And yet little Violet rests so peacefully, presses her body to mine with a devotion I’ve missed for so long.

She moves, and her hair tickles my chin. I feel her eyes on me in the darkness.

      “You should be asleep,” I tell her.

      She sighs, and her little fingers stroke my arm. “Was I ok?”

      I hold her tight. “You were more than ok, you were perfect.”

      She presses her lips to my collarbone. “You were perfect, too. You were everything.”

      Everything.

      I’ve waited so long to be someone’s everything.

 I stretch out my legs, her toes rub against them and she sighs a sweet little sigh, and there’s a part of me that wants to draw a line under this murky half-light between lover and father. A part of me that wants to pick her up and carry her through to my actual bedroom, with its big double bed, and its neutral decor, and close the door to West’s room forever.

      But I can’t. The need to love her as the captivating, innocent little soul in pink is far too strong.

      “Daddy…” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted a daddy.”

 A thrill of lust ripples through me, more than enough to counter my self-revulsion.

“I’ll take care of you, like any good father should,” I tell her. “You’re safe here. You’ll always be safe with me.”

      “I know,” she says. “I like it… I like calling you that…”

      I’m done for, my dick twitching at the desire to hear her say it again.

      “Daddy.” Her voice is nothing but a breath. “Can I really call you that?”

      “Do you want to?”

      She nods, and I feel her smile against my skin. “Yes.” She pulls away enough to search my face in the darkness. “As long as that doesn’t… change anything… because I want… I want…”

      “Shh,” I say and brush my fingers through her hair. “Nothing will change anything. We’re just…” I struggle to find the words. “Different, Violet. We’re different. Two people who find what they need in each other. In the most… unusual of circumstances.”

      “Fate,” she says, and it sounds so simple. “It’s fate. I know it is.”

      “Fate,” I repeat.

 I want to believe her. I find no fate in numbers, or balancing books, or managing any of my business. I find nothing but cold hard logic behind every aspect of my life. Apart from her. In her beautiful innocence. In her wide eyes, and her sweet smile.

      I find fate here, in my arms.

      “Daddy,” she whispers so softly.

      “Yes, sweetheart?”

      “When will we… you know…”

      I seek out her lips and kiss her gently. Tasting her breath. Breathing in apples and innocence.

      “Soon,” I say. “Now go to sleep, like a good girl.”

      She wriggles against me with a contented sigh.

      “Yes, Daddy.”