A young girl working as a nanny has her first first sexual experience with her boss.
It was already way past midnight, and I was bundled up on the couch in Mr. H.'s den, listening to the freezing winter wind howling outside, the tv turned down low so Emma wouldn't hear. She was a sweet little thing, eighteen months now and really just starting to talk, but she absolutely hated feeling like she was missing out on anything that happened in the house while she down for her nap, and I assumed the same would be even more true after she was put to bed for the night. Tonight had been a struggle, her Daddy stuck late entertaining clients, and unable to be there for bedtime. I was happy to stay, especially since Mr. H. had offered me a nice little bonus on top of my normal rate for babysitting her while he was at work, but Emma had been having none of it. She'd eventually cried herself out and nodded off in my lap, and I'd been able to get her into her crib.
I heard the door and paused my movie, getting up from the couch and turning the corner into the hall just in time to catch a huge burst of cold air rushing in from the door, making me shiver and wrap my arms around my belly.
“Hey, Kenzie,” Mr. H. said tiredly, taking off his toque and scarf, his glasses fogged to opaqueness. “How was she today?”
“A perfect little angel, of course,” I smiled, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks, the same as it always did as I looked him up and down. He was so freaking sexy! Tall, broad-shouldered, just little touches of grey in his thick, black hair. And his eyes... the clearest, most astonishing blue I'd ever seen, even brighter than my own!
“Is that so?” he asked, quirking his brow as he hung up his coat, before taking off his glasses, rubbing them on his shirt to clear them of condensation.
“Sure... Lucifer was an angel too, right?” I smirked, and he laughed. God, I loved it when I could make him laugh! “Seriously though, she was fine. Not happy about Daddy missing bedtime, but I promised you'd be here when she wakes up. She was more interested in throwing her peas at me than in eating them, at supper time, but I got her to eat about half of them, and all her chicken fingers. Par for the course, more or less.”
“Thanks, Kenz,” he smiled. “You've really been a life saver, you know that? If it hadn't been for you...”
“Don't mention it... you know I'm always happy to help,” I smiled bashfully back at him, nervously tucking a strand of long, blonde hair back behind my ear, my blush intensifying. It was coming up on the six month anniversary of Sarah's death; an aortic dissection, while she'd been running in the park with Emma in her stroller. The result of an aneurysm that had apparently formed during her pregnancy and gone completely undetected, an invisible time-bomb in her own chest. Thank God Emma didn't seem to remember it anymore! I'd done some babysitting for them, during my last year of high school, but after Sarah died... of course I'd stepped up, to be Emma's full-time nanny while he was at work! I knew what it was like, to lose a parent when you were little. How could I possibly have done anything else?
“And it depends who you ask, by the way,” he continued, and I tilted my head at him in confusion. “Lucifer,” he smiled as he explained. “Christians believe he's a rebellious, fallen angel. Jews don't believe he exists at all. Muslims believe angels have no free will, and are perfectly obedient to God, therefore Iblis, their name for Lucifer, can't have been an angel; they believe he's a djinni, instead.”
“Djinni?” I asked.
“What we in the West call 'genies',” he said, heading on into the kitchen as I followed. “Though the few stories that have made it into English don't have much to do with the original concept. In Islam, djinn are the second of God's three sentient creations; angels, created from light; djinn, from smokeless fire; and man, from earth, dust, and clay.”
“How do you know all this stuff?” I asked, shaking my head in awe. He was so smart! He was a petrochemical engineer, but I knew he was senior enough at his company (as well as being brilliant, and charismatic enough!) that he mostly dealt with clients now, rather than actually crunching numbers all day. I swear, sometimes it felt like he knew everything!
“I just pick things up, I guess,” he chuckled, pouring himself a huge glass of water from the sink, downing it thirstily. “It helps, when you're doing business in that part of the world, if you know something about the religion and culture.”
“Is that who you were meeting with tonight, then?” I asked.
“Omanis,” he nodded. “We just signed a new deal with them, so tonight was dinner and drinks to celebrate.”
“Wait... I thought Muslims didn't drink?” I frowned. I didn't know much about them, not like Mr. H. obviously did, but I knew that much, at least!
“They're sure not supposed to!” he laughed. “And they're definitely not supposed to go to strip clubs, either! But for a lot of them, especially the ones who seek out business opportunities in the West... Islam is more of a cultural compulsion, than a religious conviction. They enjoy those things just as much as the next guy... more, actually, because they can only indulge in them occasionally, when they're out from under the prying eyes of their families.”
“A strip club?” I gasped in shock. “Is that where you were tonight?”
“Well... dinner first, at an actual restaurant. Then the strip club,” he laughed, pouring himself another glass of water. “You couldn't pay me enough to eat at a strip club! God, those Omanis can drink... couldn't order myself a water, either, or risk looking weak. I'm going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning, I can already tell.”
“What was it like?” I found myself asking, blushing like crazy as he quirked his eyebrow at me. “The strip club, I mean. I've never been in one, before.”
“I should certainly hope not!” he laughed, shaking his head, then grew serious. “Honestly... it's really kind of sad. Fake tits, fake lips... even fake asses. Nothing but fake, fake, fake, everywhere you look. Girls who make their living lying to men. They're beautiful enough, I suppose... but not a single one of them was actually pretty.”
“Hunh?” I furrowed my brow in confusion. “What do you mean, beautiful but not pretty? They mean the same thing, don't they?”
“Well... take yourself, for instance,” he said. “I've seen you without a lick of makeup, with Emma's spaghetti in your hair, and it didn't make you a single bit less pretty. Those girls at the club... they're beautiful, when they're wearing enough makeup to spackle a wall. But take that away from them, and not one of them can hold a candle to a girl like you. You can fake being beautiful... you can't fake being pretty.”
“You...” I gulped, my heart racing about a million miles a minute! “You really think I'm pretty?”
“I may need my glasses, but I do still have eyes, you know,” he said, playfully rolling them at me. “Of course you're pretty! Don't tell me nobody's ever told you that, before?”
“Only... only my Mom,” I admitted. “And that doesn't count.”
“Well, you are, Kenzie,” he said, staring me straight in my eyes. “You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. How no boy your age has snatched you up yet, I'll never understand.”
“They're... maybe too obsessed with chasing 'beautiful', I guess...” I murmured, my cheeks feeling like they were about to burst into flame! “But, uhh... I guess I should probably be getting home. I'll see you Monday morning...”
“You should stay...” he said.
“Stay?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. He couldn't mean...
“Pick a guest room,” he smiled. “It really is miserable out there right now—a full-blown blizzard, worst in years. I'm too drunk to drive you, even just down the street. If you try leaving right now, you're going to freeze that cute little tuchus off before you're two doors down! Better you wait until morning, after the wind's died down.”
“My tuchus?” I gasped, my eyes going wide.
“So, I speak a bit of Yiddish when I'm drunk,” he laughed and shrugged. “So sue me! My great grandfather was a Polish Jew.”
“Oh my God...” I gasped. I didn't know stuff, not like he did... but Poland, and his great-grandfather... I could count, and guestimate ages. “The war...?”
“He was the only one who survived,” he sighed. “His parents sent him to study in England, just before the war broke out. I never knew him well... I was only eight, when he died. And it wasn't something he talked about, at least not to me. But enough about that!” He smiled at me as he shook his head, as if he was physically shaking himself loose of the memories. “You'll stay, tonight?”
“Umm... okay. Thanks,” I said, still reeling from the family history he'd just revealed to me. “But, uhh, in that case...” I bit my lip, gathering my nerve. He thought I was pretty! He thought my tuchus was cute! “I know it's really late, already... but I'd just started a movie, when you got home. Do you... maybe want to watch it with me? Or do you just want to go to bed?”
His eyes flashed in surprise at my implied invitation, and his reaction made me play back my words, and realize what I'd just said. I hadn't meant it like that! Really, I hadn't! I opened my mouth to explain...
“Which movie?” he asked, cutting me off before I could.
“Uhh... Fight Club?” I answered shyly, still blushing from my mistake. Or... maybe my Freudian slip. “It's got Brad Pitt...”
“And Edward Norton. And Meat Loaf, and Helena Bonham Carter... Jared Leto, too,” he grinned. “I know. I'm familiar with Fight Club.”
“Jared Leto?” I asked, surprised. I loved Jared Leto! How had I not known he was in it?
“I take it you've never seen it before?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow at me.
“Nope,” I shook my head. “The boys at school always used to quote it. But the only thing I know about it is, the first rule of Fight Club—”
“Is that you do not talk about Fight Club!” he finished for me with a grin. “Count me in! What I wouldn't give to watch it again for the first time... watching you watch it, will be almost as good!”
“You like it that much?” I asked, surprised. I thought it was just some silly mixed-martial-arts movie, or something... not at all the kind of thing I'd have expected him to enjoy.
“One of my all-time favourites,” he confirmed with a grin. “I just need to go empty the tank, first. Why don't you make us some popcorn? Just make sure you stop the microwave before it beeps, so Emma doesn't hear, and wake up.”
“Will do,” I agreed, biting my lip and staring at his amazing, firm ass as he turned to walk down the hall to his bedroom. He slipped out of view, and I gave myself a little shake, hurrying to grab what I needed from the cupboards and getting it started. I stared at the timer counting down, imagining what he was doing in there. I wished I could have done it for him! Holding him in my hands, aiming him... Was that weird? That was probably weird. But I was just so curious what it would be like, being able to stand instead of having to sit! And getting to touch him... I'd never touched a boy's dick, before. Other than that one time practicing with my girlfriends at a sleepover, I'd never even been kissed! Getting to touch him...
I was so lost in my fantasy of what it would be like, I nearly forgot to hit the stop button before it finished. I pulled out the bag, gingerly pulling it open, trying not to burn my fingers as I emptied it out into a bowl. I met him again at the entrance to his den, and I followed him inside, sitting next to him on the couch.
“I'm only, like, ten minutes in, if that,” I said, snuggling in close, until my hip and thigh were pressed right up next to his, taking the couch-blanket I'd been cuddled up under earlier and spreading it out over our laps. “I can start over at the beginning, if you want?”
“No need,” he grinned, snatching a few kernels of corn and popping them into his mouth. “I've watched it so many times, I've basically got it memorized by now.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised once again. “You sure you wouldn't rather watch something else, then? Something new, that you haven't seen a million times before?”
“Not a chance!” he insistently shook his head. “I told you... getting to watch you watching it, is almost as good as watching it for the first time myself. I'm looking forward to this! Hit play... and pay attention! There are going to be things you don't want to miss!”
I hit play on the remote like he'd asked... but then he lifted his arm, draping it around my shoulders and pulling me close against his side! Oh, God... how on earth was I supposed to pay attention to what was happening on the screen, when he was doing that? I bit my lip, trying not to think about it... about the amazing heat of his body next to mine. About the even stronger heat, growing between my thighs! I just had to watch the movie...
“What was that?” I gasped, turning my head to look at him in surprise.
“What was what?” he asked.
“It was like... a flash, or something,” I frowned, looking back at the screen. “You didn't see that?”
“No idea what you're talking about,” he shrugged. I scowled at the tv. Had I imagined it? It was pretty late... was my mind playing tricks on me? I was so freaking lost, already... the movie had started with Brad Pitt holding a gun in that guy's mouth... and now we were meeting some guy named Bob, and talking about him having bitch-tits? What the heck was this movie?
“There! There was another one!” I gasped, pointing at the screen. “Tell me you saw that one!”
“Sorry, no...” he frowned, shaking his head. “Are you sure you saw something?”
“I... I thought I did,” I frowned. He gave me a squeeze under his arm. I did see something... didn't I?
I tried to pay even closer attention, going forward. I didn't see any more flashes. But the movie... it just kept getting weirder. Meeting Tyler Durden, the guy's apartment exploding, moving in with Tyler, starting the actual fight club. Tyler splicing porn into family films! That big, thick cock... was that what his was like? My mouth was watering, just imagining it! It took every ounce of willpower I had, not to reach over under the blanket and find out for myself! And then that crazy, hallucinogenic sex-scene with Marla! Oh, God... my poor, neglected little kitty felt like she was on fire, sitting right next to him as we watched it together, with his arm around me! But then... Tyler gave the other guy a chemical burn? And they were making soap out of freaking liposuction fat? Watching poor, beautiful blonde Jared Leto getting his face pounded in! And project mayhem? What the heck was project mayhem? Had I missed something, while I'd been too busy fantasizing? Where had that come from?
Was this what being on drugs felt like? It must have been. It was so freaking strange... but I just couldn't look away! Then car crash... and when he woke up, he started chasing after Tyler, trying to figure out where he'd been, and what he'd done. And when that bartender, the guy in the neck brace, called him Mr. Durden...
“No!” I gasped, my eyes going wide. “No freaking way!”
“Just watch!” Mr. H. murmured, squeezing me tight under his arm.
Oh, God! It was all happening so fast, now! The phone call with Marla, the confrontation with 'Tyler' in the hotel room! It was just one thing after another, blowing me away. Until that final, final confrontation, back to the very beginning—a beginning I'd totally forgotten about, there had been so much else happening in between! The guy... the real Tyler, I guess, the one who wasn't Brad Pitt, putting the gun in his mouth and pulling the freaking trigger! The conversation with Marla, the music coming up in the background... as the buildings started to explode! 'A very strange time in his life'... yeah, no kidding!
“So... what'd you think?” he asked, grinning at me as the credits began to roll.
“I...” I gawped, shaking my head in disbelief. “What even was that? I feel like I have to watch it again from the start, to see everything I missed!”
“I know what you mean!” he chuckled. “And sorry, that I couldn't tell you about the flashes, when you noticed them... it would have ruined the surprise.”
“I knew it!” I exclaimed, laughing as I smacked him on his thigh. “I knew I saw something!”
“You did,” he confirmed, squeezing me tighter under his arm. “Single frames of Tyler, spliced into the movie, just like he did with those family films.” I turned to look at him, blushing at the reminder of what Tyler had done. He was so close, his eyes such an incredible, stunning blue, as he stared deeply into mine. My hand was still on his leg, where I'd hit him. I bit my lip, and started sliding it upwards and in... I didn't have to go far, before I found what I was hoping for, my eyes going wide at the size and heat of what I found!
“Kenzie...” he moaned, shaking his head in denial. He grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going further... but he didn't pull me away. “We can't... You're so much younger than me... this is a terrible idea!”
“The best ones usually are...” I breathed. I spun upwards on my knee, tossing the blanket aside, sliding into his lap straddling his waist. I kissed him, hard, before I could lose my nerve! And he... he didn't respond. I almost cried! Had I really misjudged things so badly? It felt like my heart was about to burst! I pulled away—and suddenly his big, strong fingers were sliding into my hair at the back of my head, his other hand grasping my hip, pulling me against him, and into the desperate, ravenous intensity of his kiss!
I moaned, hungrily parting my lips; his tongue found mine, searching, swirling, probing deeply into my mouth! I didn't know what I was doing, not really... that one time practicing with my girlfriends hadn't prepared me for anything like this! But I tried my best, following his lead, my hands stroking through his hair, and up and down his thick, muscular chest. My nipples were so hard they were almost painful—I wanted him to touch me there, so, so much! But he wasn't, not yet. He was just stroking my hip, and my hair. And that was wonderful, really it was! But I wanted more!
His glasses were an annoyance, getting in my way—I took them off for him, leaning back to put them on the coffee table nest to our empty popcorn bowl. I misjudged the distance, and it unbalanced me a little—he had to catch me! I giggled shyly at my mistake, snuggling back in against his chest as I resumed our kiss. His hands started moving more, up and down my back. And finally, one of them reached down onto my butt! I moaned happily into his lips, and began rocking my hips. I couldn't rub myself on him, not really... not unless I moved awkwardly over to one side, to put my kitty directly onto his thigh. But it still felt good, moving like that, with his hand gripping my ass... my cute little tuchus, to steal his words!
Slowly, slowly, his other hand started moving around to my front, sliding around on my hip, and up my side. I was literally trembling with anticipation! And when his big, strong hand finally found my breast, squeezing so tight...
“Oh, Adam!” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed.
“You know... I don't think you've ever called me by my name, before,” he chuckled into our kiss. “I wasn't sure you remembered it.”
“I could keep calling you 'Mr. H.', if you prefer!” I teased, giggling.
He laughed, giving me a sudden, stinging swat on my butt, making me squeak! His laughter redoubled at the sound. “That definitely has possibilities, for some other time...” he grinned, his eyes glinting with wicked promise. “But for now... I'm enjoying the sound of my name, coming off these pretty little lips!”
“Not half as much as I'm enjoying saying it... Adam!” I purred, putting every bit of sex I could into his name! A small shiver ran up his spine—I giggled with joy, kissing him even harder!
His hands roamed my body, and I started working on the buttons of his shirt. It wasn't easy, without pulling away from our kiss so I could watch what I was doing... but I got it done eventually. I spread his shirt open, running my hands up and down—his chest hair was so soft! It tickled my fingers, and I loved it so, so much!
I was getting such a kick out of playing with it, I didn't notice at first that he was sliding his hand under the hem of my shirt. Only when he did the same with the other one, and he began sliding it up my ribs, did I realize what he was actually doing. I froze up... but I didn't fight him. Off it came, tossed to the couch beside us. I wasn't wearing a bra... I almost never did, since my boobs were small enough not to need one. He leaned back, staring...
“Are... are they okay?” I heard myself ask, my nervousness demanding I find something to fill the void. “I know they aren't very big... not like Sarah's were.” I winced inwardly the moment the words left my mouth. Oh, why did I have to go and say that? Bringing up his dead wife, when we were in the middle of making out? Stupid, stupid, stupid! What was wrong with me?
“Sarah was breastfeeding, when you knew her. She wasn't that much bigger than you are, when we first started dating,” he smiled reassuringly, apparently having no idea how I was cursing myself in my own head. “Yours are spectacular, Kenz! Even better than I imagined they'd be!”
“You... you've been imagining them?” I gulped, molten-hot butterflies dancing through my tummy!
“Can you blame me?” he grinned. “And don't you dare worry about their size, sweetie... Girls always assume that guys only care about size. And some do, I suppose... but for the most part, it's actually girls who care about that, way more than guys do! For a lot of guys—and for me, in particular!—it's all about quality, not quantity! Give me a choice between a pair of small, firm, perky little titties, and a pair of huge, saggy tits... and I'm choosing the smaller ones, every single time! Yours are perfect, sweetie! Absolutely incredible!”
“You really mean that?” I asked, hardly able to believe it. “You aren't just saying it, to make me feel better?”
“Baby...” he smiled, softly, lovingly stroking his fingers through my hair. “The most convincing evidence I've ever seen for the existence of God—and the fact that He is definitely a man, not a woman—is that He creates works of art like you!”
“Oh, Adam!” I whimpered, tears welling suddenly in my eyes! I threw myself at him, shoving my tongue deep inside his mouth, desperate to show him how much his words meant to me! And he wrapped me in his arms, slowly stroking his hands up and down the naked skin of my back, my tiny little titties squashed flat against the amazing warmth of his chest!
He worked himself the rest of the way out of his shirt, tossing it atop mine. I eventually withdrew a little—but only because his hands were running up and down my sides, obviously waiting for me to make a little room between us, so he could get them onto my boobs! I... kinda bit his tongue. I felt terrible! It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, or anything, but still... It had just been so overwhelming when I finally felt his hands on me, skin to skin, and he'd started to squeeze! I tried to be more careful, after that... but he didn't seem to care. He pushed his tongue deeply into my mouth, like I hadn't just bitten him at all. And I... I started sucking on it! Like the eager, submissive little slut I could feel myself becoming... Like I was so desperately looking forward to sucking on something else!
He really, really seemed to enjoy that... but it didn't stop him from withdrawing fully from our kiss. I was so confused, terrified I'd done something wrong! I was just about to ask, my lower lip quivering with fear... when his hand dropped to my butt again, yanking me fully up onto my knees with a startled little yelp—and he sealed his lips around my hard, pink little nipple, and started to suck!
“Oh, Adam!” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head! I wrapped my arms behind his neck, pulling myself even tighter against his mouth! It was incredible! Lightning bolts of purest pleasure arcing out from my nipple, cascading through my body, making me tremble! Back and forth he went, leaving neither side neglected for long, always squeezing the other one, while his free hand caressed my hip, and thigh, and ass!
In another life, I could have stayed like that forever! But in this one... I needed more! I sat myself back down into his lap, and this time it was his turn to be confused. But he quickly figured it out, as I began fumbling at his belt! He let me work, his hands stroking up and down my body, providing the most exquisite, frustrating distraction, making me clumsy! His slacks were harder to figure out than the belt, but I eventually managed that, too. I rose back to my knees, and he lifted himself off the couch, letting me tug them down, pants and underwear both.
“Oh, wow...” I moaned as he finally sprang free, my eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, I was sure! I'd had a hint, when I'd felt him with my hand...
I started to giggle.
“Really, Kenz?” he smirked. “You do know that laughter is not the hoped-for response, the first time a guy shows you his dick?”
“Sorry... sorry!” I giggled harder, shaking my head as I took him into my hands. He was so big, and thick, and hot! And his skin was so soft, but with such an amazing, steely core within! “It isn't you! You're amazing! It's just... when we were watching the movie, and we saw that huge dick that he was splicing into kids' movies... I could hardly even concentrate on what he was saying, I was wondering so hard about how big you would be! It took everything I had, not to reach over into your lap to try to find out for myself! But... I never imagined that you might be even bigger!”
“Ahh... that explains it, then,” he chuckled as well. “Having second thoughts, now that you've seen what you're getting yourself in for?”
I laughed. I kissed him again, hard... then I slid backwards out of his lap, and down to my knees on the floor. There wasn't a whole lot of room, between the couch and the coffee table... but I was determined to make it work! I pulled his pants the rest of the way down, easing him out of them; he spread his knees for me, sliding closer to the edge of the couch. I was blushing so hard, at the thought of what I was about to do! But how many times had I imagined this, laying in bed with my face pushed into my pillow to stay quiet, my hand between my thighs? And the reality of it... the reality was even better than I'd dreamed!
I stroked him a little, licking and wetting my lips. He was running his fingers through my hair, softly, patiently, encouragingly. I leaned in, and gave him a kiss! The smell of him was intoxicating! I'd thought just the smell of his chest had been good, but this... this was a thousand times more intense! So hot, and... and I don't even know what, it was so far beyond anything I had the vocabulary for! I opened my lips, closing my eyes, moaning happily as I took him into my mouth. He was so thick, I could barely even stretch my jaw enough to make him fit! But he felt incredible... so firm, and hot, and just a little bit spongy, as I swirled against him with my tongue, starting to suck. I couldn't take very much of him, only about half an inch past the base of his head, before he threatened to make me gag, and choke. I felt bad about that... but it didn't seem to matter, not to him. He was moaning happily, stroking my hair. And what I couldn't reach with my mouth, I could still play with using my hands!
He had to help me, a little. I'd started out sliding my hands up and down over his skin—but he took my hands in his, guiding me into tightening my grip, making the soft skin slide up and down over the hard core within. That was such a weird feeling! But I actually kinda loved it, once I got used to it, and evidently so did he. And I really, really loved playing with his balls! They were so big, and heavy, and hot! I loved the way they felt, bouncing them in my palm, and rolling them with my fingers!
It was so exciting... my first time ever playing with a real-life cock, and it was the most perfect one I ever could have asked for! But there was a reason I was down on my knees... beyond just the obvious one, I mean! I'd told him I wasn't having second thoughts, and that was true. But nervousness? Oh yeah... I was definitely feeling plenty of that! Pussies stretch, that was what they were made to do, I knew that... they had to, if there were ever going to push a baby out of there! But even so... I was scared. My kitty was tiny, just like the rest of me! Even just my two tiny, delicate little fingers had always been more than enough to satisfy me. How on earth was I ever going to fit Adam's cock inside me? I'd needed to get down onto my knees, to see it up close and in person, just to give myself time to get used to the idea!
But... I knew I had to do it. Not for him, not because he was in any way making me... I knew he would never, ever do that, not if I didn't want to. I needed to do it for myself, not for him. As much as I wanted to make him cum with my mouth, too... I just had this feeling, deep down inside of myself. The feeling that if I let my fear scare me off tonight... I might never be able to get over it, in the future. I had to do this... I had to do it now, before I could let that fear get a grip on me!
I stood, biting my lip, staring directly into his deep, beautiful blue eyes, as I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my sweats. I pushed them down, slowly, bending over at my waist, stepping out and flicking them aside, standing back straight. My cheeks were on fire, as I let him look at me! My panties were nothing special... not like I was wearing lingerie, or anything. I would have... I would have taken the money I'd been saving up, and I would have bought something extra, super special for him, if I'd had any idea this was going to happen tonight! They were just simple, cute little cotton ones. White, with little red strawberries on them... and a super-noticeable wet spot, after everything we'd been doing together! But from the look in his eyes... a shiver ran down my spine! Simple or not, I'd never seen him look so hungry... so predatory! He was a dangerous, deadly wolf... and I wanted, I needed, to be his prey!
I hooked my thumbs into my panties, next, intending to do the same with them. But he stopped me before I could, his hands on my hips.
“Allow me!” he said, his voice deep, and growly. I trembled, nodding, as he pulled them slowly, ever so slowly, down my skinny little legs.
“I... I can shave,” I offered nervously, unable to interpret the look in his eyes as he stared between my thighs. “I... I had no idea anything like this was going to happen, tonight...”
“Don't...” he purred, his hand hotly cupping me, making me gasp. “Your lips are smooth... that's the only part I care about, so I don't get hair stuck in my teeth. For the rest... you have such a pretty little blonde bush! I like you like this... I like it a lot! If you shaved it... you're so young, and tiny, I think I really would feel like a pedophile, if you didn't have any hair at all!”
“In... in your teeth?” I gulped. Oh, God... He really wanted to do that? I kept my lips smooth because I preferred the way it felt when I touched myself there, not out of hope of anybody going down on me. I'd loved sucking on him... but from what the girls at school all said, boys didn't like doing the same. If he really wanted to... then that big bad wolf comparison was even more accurate than I'd realized!
“Soon enough, sweetie!” he grinned. “I bet you taste even more delicious than you look! But I just can't wait! I need to be inside you! Right fucking now!”
His hand stopped cupping me, the sudden chill of the air making me shiver. But then... he pinched my pussy hair, tugging on it, making me gasp! Oh, wow... why did that feel so good? I'd never tried that before, when playing with myself. I shivered in place, letting him play... until he tugged a little harder, and I understood he actually wanted to make me move. I followed his direction, crawling up onto the couch until I was straddling him once more, and he let go of my pubes, to start caressing my hips.
“You... you'll be gentle with me, won't you?” I asked nervously. “I... I've never actually done this, before.”
“You're a virgin?” he asked, his eyes going wide, obviously taken aback.
“Should... should I not have told you that?” I gulped, sudden tears brimming in my eyes. Oh, no! Was he not going to want me, now that he knew? Oh, God! What did I just do!
“I'm glad you told me, sweetie...” he purred, softly stroking my cheek. “I'm just surprised, is all... If I was a boy your age, I'd have been all over you years ago!”
“I'm glad your not...” I murmured, shyly lowering my gaze. Which didn't help in the slightest, since now I was staring right down at his cock! “Boys my age are stupid... I like you, not them!”
“Well... you've got one thing right. They must be stupid, not to be falling all over themselves, chasing after you!” I giggled shyly at that, and he lifted my chin with his finger. “Are you sure about this, Kenz? Are you sure you want me to be your first?”
“My only, Adam,” I corrected, staring deeply into his beautiful blue eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. God, I loved the way his name felt, coming off my tongue! “I wouldn't be doing this, if I thought for one moment you were the type of guy who wouldn't take this seriously as I do!”
“Okay,” he agreed, softly caressing my cheek with his palm. Such a simple word... to encompass an entire lifetime worth of meaning!
We started kissing again, and I took him into my hands, notching him into place between my hot, slippery little lips. I rocked my hips, rubbing myself on him, spreading my juices onto his head. I said a swift, silent little prayer—God, please let this not hurt too much! Please, let me be good for him! Then I slowly, hesitantly started to push.
Adam was amazing with me... cuddling and cooing to me, distracting me with his kisses, and the way he was playing with my boobs. It wasn't easy... God, was it ever not easy! But little by little, as I bounced myself slowly, carefully up and down, I could feel myself starting to open. It took me completely by surprise when it finally happened, his entire thick, swollen head slipping in all at once! I whimpered in pain... and Adam grabbed me by my butt, holding me up so I wouldn't fall any deeper down! That first part was the worst... after that, once I was actually able to start moving on him, and feeling him rubbing around inside of me, it started getting easier. By the time I was halfway down, I hardly even noticed the pain anymore. And once I got it all the way up inside me...
Well... no, actually. That isn't entirely true. And I know I shouldn't lie, not even to myself. The truth is, getting it all the way in there, that last inch and a half or so, was actually pretty rough. I'd been doing okay with the stretching, up to that point... but suddenly, trying to go that deep, it was a different type of stretching. I whimpered, I cried... there were tears, which Adam softly, lovingly kissed from my cheeks. He offered to stop, more than once... but I wasn't giving up early, no frigging way! And once I finally got it in there, it took me a good couple of minutes, just slowly moving my hips, adjusting to the way it felt, before I could do anything else at all.
But once I actually did get used to it... that's when it really started feeling good! It wasn't long before I was bouncing myself up and down, absolutely loving the way he was pounding into me so deep, and so hard, right up against my very innermost wall! Adam could hardly believe it, I could tell... he was so worried he was hurting me! But he wasn't... at least, not in any ways I didn't want him to! I was holding his hands to my titties, making him squeeze as hard as he could, as I rode him vigorously, almost violently up and down! I wanted him to bruise me, to mark me... I wanted visual proof on my flesh, that I was his!
I could feel the pressure building—so huge, and deep, and hot! Filling me up, beyond anything I'd ever felt. So many different spots inside me, each an individual source of pleasure, so many I'd never even known I had before, all being stimulated at once by Adam's incredible, miracle cock!
“Oh... oh God!” I moaned, my eyes going wide as I stared into his. I was right on the edge...
“Cum for me, baby!” he commanded, his hands tightening even more on my breasts. “Let me see you cum!”
“Daddyyyy!” I squealed, slapping my hand over my mouth to keep from waking Emma. I slammed myself down, taking him as deep as I could go, rapidly rocking my hips, grinding my vulnerable, sensitive little clitty into his pubes! Oh, God! My eyes rolled back in my head, my entire body twitching, beyond any semblance of control! I arched my back... I started to fall backwards out of his lap, unable to stop myself! He caught me by his grip on my titties, the sudden burn making me squeal again, nearly passing out! He adjusted his grip after that, wrapping his arms around me, holding me firmly (and safely) to his chest, comforting me as my orgasm finally, slowly petered out.
I was gasping, panting... my vision had greyed out around the edges for a minute there, and I still wasn't fully recovered from it. He was cooing to me, kissing my cheek, and shoulder, and neck, rubbing his hands up and down my back.
“Oh, God...” I moaned, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Is that what sex is always like?”
“Don't ask me!” he laughed, slowly shaking his head. “That looked... rather extreme, compared to what I was used to with Sarah! But you're the one who knows your body... I take it that was more than what you were expecting?”
“I'll say!” I confirmed with a giggle, brushing a strand of long, sweat-dampened hair back behind my ear.
“Well... glad I could be of assistance!” he teased, making me giggle again. “But now that you're capable of speech again, I just have to ask... Daddy?”
“Umm...” I shyly bit my lip, my cheeks bursting into a burning hot blush. Oh, God... what a time for my daddy-issues to make themselves known! “Sorry... Was that weird? It, uhh... it just kinda slipped out, in the heat of the moment, there...”
“Shhh...” he quieted me with a finger across my lips, smiling reassuringly. “It wasn't weird, sweetie. Actually... I kinda loved it!”
“You... you did?” I gasped.
“More than I should probably admit!” he laughed, self-deprecatingly shaking his head. “What do you say, baby? Do you want to be my good little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I squealed again, plastering my lips to his! “I want that more than anything!”
“Well then... up you get, baby girl!” he laughed again, patting me on my ass. “You rode me like a champ, no question! But something tells me your thigh muscles aren't going to be up to finishing me this way, and won't be, until you get some more practice, first! Besides... I've been dreaming of doing you doggy-style, so I can stare at this pretty little ass of yours while I'm inside you!”
“My tuchus, you mean?” I giggled again, moving to do as he'd said. It... didn't go well; I was still way too exhausted and uncoordinated, after the way he'd made me cum so good! But with a little bit of help I was able to crawl my way out of his lap, bracing myself up on my knees with my arms on the back of the couch. “And... just how long has it been, since you first started dreaming of me that way?”
“Well...” he grinned, lasciviously stroking my butt as he stood behind me. “Let's just say... playing 'Naughty Babysitter Kenzie' was one of Sarah's favourite games!”
“No...” I gasped in disbelief, twisting around to stare at him, my brain seriously stripping a gear!
“'Fraid so!” he laughed, stepping closer, rubbing his thick, cum-slippery cock between the curves of my ass. “Pretty much any time you came over to babysit for us, she was pretending to be you, the moment you left the house. Sometimes when you hadn't been over, too. She kept saying she was going to talk to you, 'one of these days', to see if you might be interested in joining us sometime... But obviously, she never worked up the courage to go through with it before she died.”
“Oh my God...” I shook my head. “I... I don't even know what to say!”
“You don't need to say anything, baby...” he said, dropping to his knees behind me, and giving me a soft, loving kiss on the curve of my ass, the unfamiliar sensation there making me moan. “I just thought you should know. If Sarah can't be here herself... I don't think there's anyone she'd rather I be with, than you.”
He started kissing back and forth across my butt, stroking the sensitive backs of my thighs with his hands. I was still so completely blown away by what he'd just told me, hardly even paying attention to what he was doing to me back there... but suddenly he was kissing me directly on my kitty, making me squeal and jerk away from him in surprise! He just laughed, caressing my ass, easing me back into place. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as he started kissing me there again.
“I thought you said you were going to do me in doggy, next?” I purred, laying my head on my arms and closing my eyes, luxuriating in the incredible, unexpected bliss of his kisses.
“I was... but that was before I got a look at how sexy and creamy you looked, bent over like this!” He kissed me directly on my clitty, making me gasp! “Besides... you felt so good riding me, I really needed to cheat! If I'd gone straight back to fucking you, I'd have finished much too quick. Taking a break to eat you first, means I can let myself calm down for a bit. So when I do go back to doing you again, I'll be able to make it last, and give it to you the way you deserve!”
“Well... I guess you're the expert... Daddy!” I teased, giggling happily. He laughed, giving me a swift little spank, making me squeak!
“I don't know about expert... but there's at least one thing I was right about.” he said, the wicked grin clear in his voice.
“Oh?” I asked.
“You do taste even better than you look!”
I laughed, and gave him a playful little shimmy of my butt. He spanked me again... and pushed his tongue deeply between my lips, licking up as much of my cream as he could reach! I moaned and shook... his tongue was tiny, compared to his cock, but it was so hot, and wet, and squirmy inside me! Even just his breath, so hot and humid as he breathed out, felt incredible on my soft, delicate little lips!
In and out, up and down, swirling around my clitty, sucking on it, flicking it with the very tip of his tongue... it felt like there were a million different varieties to what he could do to me down there, each one better than the last! And his hands... they were going everywhere! My butt, my thighs, my hips... sliding slowly, slowly up my belly to my breasts. Flicking and tugging on my rock-hard little nipples, sending bolts of pleasure racing up and down my spine!
“Mmmmph!” I squealed as I came, biting the back of his couch to stay quiet this time. My hips were jerking up and down, completely outside my control! I expected him to pull away—but he pushed himself into me even harder, letting me ride his tongue as I painted his face with my hot, sticky cream!
I'd barely started coming down again when he was on his feet behind me, his hot, solid crown notched between my lips. I gasped, twisting around, eyes wide and panicked as I shook my head. Not yet! Oh, God, not yet! He ignored my dread, pushing inside. Oh, God... how had I tightened up again so much, in just the short amount of time he'd been eating me? It felt almost like my first time again, stretching me so unbelievably, impossibly wide! Only this time... he wasn't working it in gradually, like he'd done before—he was doing it all at once! He still went slow, at least he had that much mercy on me... but in it went, all in one single, unrelenting push! And I swear, it felt like he was reaching even deeper in this new position than he had been before!
He ground himself into me, deep and hard, assuring himself that I could still take it, my eyes rolling back in my head. Then... he started to thrust. Slowly at first, but quickly growing more forceful, until his hips were slapping loudly against my pert little ass. Until even my tiny, shake-resistant little titties were pleasantly burning on my chest from the way he was making them bounce! I tried to stay quiet, biting the couch again... though I don't know why I bothered, with the sound of our fucking echoing through the house!
“You're such a good little girl!” he moaned, lustfully, possessively kneading my butt in his big, strong hands, squeezing me tight. “You like that, baby? You like taking Daddy's cock?”
“I love it, Daddy!” I whimpered joyfully. “I love your cock in me!”
“Such a good, good little girl!” he repeated, his voice alone enough to give me shivers. Oh, God I loved it when he called me that! I wanted to be his good little girl... I wanted to pleasure Daddy's cock! I wanted to be his eager, obedient little fuck-doll! I wanted to use my tiny, tight little teenage body, to earn Daddy's cum!
It was happening again, that newly-familiar pressure, and heat, building up inside me. Only this time... Last time I'd been throwing myself up and down, bouncing on his cock. It had been amazing, don't get me wrong! But I'd been so focused on what I was doing, I'd barely had the attention to spare. This time, bent over and taking it, with Daddy doing all the work, allowing me to concentrate on nothing but how it felt... Oh, God! It was even better than it had been before! The feelings were filling me up, taking me over... my entire body poised on the edge of what I knew was about to happen. My thighs started to shake...
“Do it for me, baby!” Daddy purred. “Cum for Daddy! Cum on Daddy's cock!” And then... he spanked me. Swift, and hard, and completely unexpected. My firm little butt was burning under the impact of his hand... and when he started to squeeze, my newly-tender flesh screaming in complaint... it was more than I could take!
“Daddyyy!!!” I squealed, completely forgetting I was trying to be quiet. Wave after wave of pleasure was rocketing through me, my entire body going into convulsions. I lost control of my limbs, my legs flailing and kicking; it was only Daddy's grip on my hips that held me in place, lifting me in the air as he forcefully, relentlessly had his way with my creaming, quivering little cunny! I could feel myself pulsing, my body instinctively trying to milk that amazing, penetrating shaft, desperate to take his seed! But he wasn't ready to give it to me, not yet. I almost cried, I wanted him to cum in me so much!
“Please, Daddy! Please!” I heard myself gasping, mind-numbing ripples of pleasure making it impossible to think! I didn't even know what I was asking for, not really. I just wanted... I wanted everything he was! Everything he had to give!
My peak slowly started to ebb, and he slowed down as well, until I was finally able to get my knees back underneath me again, and regain some degree of control over my limbs. Before I knew it, Daddy's hands were on my titties, squeezing, pulling me upright—pinning me back against his chest. He bent his head, sucking hungrily on my earlobe, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Such a good, good little girl!” he murmured, his breath hot and humid in my ear, making me shiver.
“I'm your little girl, Daddy!” I moaned. “I'm yours, always! You can do anything you want to me!”
“Careful, kitten... keep making offers like that, and I may just take you up on them!” he teased, nipping at my earlobe with his teeth, making me squeal! But I didn't care about his warning... he'd called me 'kitten'! A special new pet-name, just for me! I really would let him do anything, if he kept doing that! Even... even doing me up my butt! I bit my lip, feeling myself blushing like a tomato, even just thinking about it! But... I would, if he wanted me to. I'd do anything for him, anything at all! Anything to pleasure my new Daddy, and his huge, perfect cock!
He wrapped me in his arm, his left hand sliding across to my right breast, pinning me tighter against his chest. And his right... his right trailed downwards. Tickling my belly, just enough to make me squirm, not enough that I wanted him to stop. Down to my mound, his fingers stroking lovingly, playfully through my soft little patch of hair. Then a little bit lower, until his fingertips were just barely brushing my clitty, still extra-sensitive from the orgasm he'd just given me. I crossed my own arms as well, the opposite way of how he was, holding onto his wrists. It made me feel so warm, and surrounded, and safe, enclosed in the cocoon of our arms... I never wanted it to end!
He started picking up speed again, but not to the same extent he'd been doing me before. This was more... I don't know. More something. 'Gentle' wasn't the word, not with the way he was mauling my titty, chewing on my earlobe, and pinning me in place for his thrusting with his hand crushing my mound! It was more... intimate, I guess. With our bodies in such closer contact, his arms wrapped around me, restraining me... his hot, humid breath tickling my ear, and his fingertips tickling my clitty. He wasn't doing me as hard as he had been in doggy... but we were so close, so intertwined, it felt like I was melting into him, or something. Like our bodies were truly becoming one, as cliché as that was to say. But that was what it said in the Bible, wasn't it? Something about a husband and wife becoming one flesh? I'd never understood that, before that moment... but that was what it felt like. Like we were becoming one... and we would never, ever be apart again!
I think it was that thought, even more than the feeling of him inside me, that had me climbing to my peak so much faster than before.
“Oh, Daddy...” I moaned, trembling.
“Not yet, kitten!” he purred into my ear. “I'm so close... I want feeling my cum in you to be what pushes you over the edge!”
“Oh, God...” I whimpered, my eyes going wide. He wanted to do it in me? But... I wasn't on birth control! I'd never had any reason to be, before that night. I had to tell him... I had to warn him that he could be getting me pregnant, if he did it like that! He could do it on my titties, or all over my face, instead... I opened my mouth to tell him so...
And not a single sound came out.
I gaped like a fish, trying over and over again... but I just couldn't do it. Unbeknownst to me, it seems my kitty had staged some sort of mutiny, supplanting my brain as the one calling the shots. I wanted to feel his cum in me so, so badly... I literally couldn't make myself say anything that might stop that from happening! I was still fighting with myself, still struggling to make myself tell him what he needed to know... when the decision was taken out of my hands.
“Oh, take it, baby girl!” he groaned, slamming himself into me hard, and deep, his huge, rock-hard cock pulsing inside of me, delivering the most incredible burst of heat! “Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyyy!” I shrieked, tumbling instantly over the edge with him. I could feel it inside me... jet after jet of Daddy's hot, potent seed, shooting into me, flooding my unprotected, fertile teenage womb! Oh, God... it felt like there was just so much of it! He was filling me completely... millions upon millions of wriggling little spermies, swimming deeper and deeper inside me, hunting down my defenceless teenage eggs! It was going to take... I just knew it was! Daddy was knocking me up! He was putting his baby in me... and he didn't even know! And...
And I fucking loved it!
I felt so guilty... but I did. I loved it more than anything! Even as the most intense orgasm of my life was busy tearing me to pieces... all I could think of was Daddy's hot, thick cum oozing into my womb... and the life he was going to create inside me!
We came down from it slowly, Daddy quicker than I did. He wrapped me even tighter in his arms, lifting me up and spinning us around, as he collapsed back down onto the couch, my lightning-struck little kitty still fully impaled on his cock, as he cuddled and cooed to me in his lap. I honestly didn't understand how he even had the breath! But... I guess he was used to this sort of thing, from being with Sarah. For me... I still felt like I was about to die!
I... started to cry. I hated it! I hated that I was so weak, and unable to control myself! But the emotions I was feeling... they were all just so big, and contradictory, and overwhelming! All I could do was cry.
“Oh, sweetie...” he purred, squeezing me in his arms. “Sweetie, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I...” I whimpered, shaking my head, unable to make the words come out.
“Talk to me, Kenz... tell me what's wrong!” he said, stroking his hands up and down my sides.
“I... I'm sorry, Daddy...” I blubbered through my tears. “I'm so, so sorry!”
“Sorry?” he laughed briefly in his surprise. “Baby... what on earth could you possibly think you have to be sorry about?”
“I...” I gulped, trying to gather my nerve, lowering my eyes in shame. “I... I'm not on birth control, Daddy. I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I didn't mean to trap you, I swear! I just... I wanted it so much! I... I couldn't make myself tell you.”
“Oh, kitten...” he said, and the words were like a knife through my heart! I didn't deserve to be his kitten... not after what I'd done! But he put his finger under my chin, guiding me into twisting around until I was looking him in his eyes—or as close as I could come, with my tears making him look all bleary and indistinct. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Hunh?” I asked, my confusion temporarily outweighing my guilt. Did I mean what I said about what? What was he talking about?
“When you said you wanted me to be your 'only',” he smiled warmly. “Were you serious about that?”
“Of course I was!” I gasped, wiping my eyes, offended that he could even suggest otherwise!
“Well then... what's the problem?” he asked, kissing me softly, lovingly on my lips. “Sarah and I always intended to have more children... we just never had the chance.”
“You... you mean...” I gaped, hardly able to believe what he seemed to be saying.
“Emma already loves you, Kenz,” he said, slowly stroking his hand through my hair, like I was some sort of skittish animal he was trying to calm. And his other hand... his other hand, he started stroking on my belly, right over where his hot, sticky cum was pooled inside my womb. “She's going to love her new little brother or sister, too.”
“Oh, Adam!” I moaned, my tears instantly starting up all over again! I literally attacked him with the frenzy of my kiss... and it wasn't nearly enough, not all awkward and uncomfortable over my shoulder like that! I pulled myself off of him, gasping at the sudden cold and empty feeling his cock left behind in my kitty as it pulled out! But then I was back into his lap, straddling him, kissing him properly, his hands travelling hotly, possessively up and down my back and ass!
And of course, that was when Emma started to cry. Squealing my guts out when her Daddy had been making me cum, and she'd slept right through. But the moment I start getting all emotional, and really, really needing his arms around me...
I sighed, wiping my eyes again as I peeled myself out of his lap and stood, reaching down for my shirt to start getting dressed again...
“Leave it,” Adam said, standing and pulling me into his arms. I knew I should object... I knew we needed to get dressed again, so he could go soothe Emma back to sleep. But he just smelled so good! I nuzzled my face into his hot, sweat-dampened chest hair, breathing deep. He kissed my hair, stroking my back.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand, and taking two steps towards the kitchen. I didn't follow, and I guess my shock must have been pretty obvious, because he laughed as he paused.
“You can wear Sarah's robe,” he explained with a grin. “It's a lot easier than getting dressed, just to get undressed again the moment we get her back to sleep.”
“Oh!” I blushed. “Uh... yeah. Sorry. That makes sense,” I said, finally getting my feet into gear, and letting him draw me up beside him.
“Stop apologizing,” he chuckled, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my back, pulling me close and kissing my hair again.
“Sorry—” I began, then rolled my eyes at myself as I realized what I'd just done. He just grinned, giving me a squeeze under his arm as he began leading the way upstairs.
“We'll wait until tomorrow to tell Emma,” he announced as we walked. “If we tried to explain tonight, we'd never get her back to sleep!”
“Okay,” I agreed, outwardly calm, but inwardly doing cartwheels! If he was going to tell Emma about me... that, more than anything else he possibly could have said, meant he really was serious about me! Just as serious as I was, about him!
We detoured past Emma's bedroom and into his, where he took Sarah's beautiful, red satin robe from the hook on the back of his door, slipping it onto my shoulders. He bent to kiss my cheek, making me giggle as he belted it up for me. His own robe was this big, comfy blue terry-cloth thing... and far, far sexier than it had any right being, with that little triangle of chest hair visible between his lapels!
He brought me into Emma's room with him, but honestly, I'm not even sure why; she only had eyes for her Daddy, and stopped crying almost instantly once she saw that he was home. She needed a new diaper, which I took care of while he tickled her, and kissed away her tears. It took a few more minutes of comforting her down into her crib, but with the reassurance of her Daddy's touch, she was soon out like a light. Then... it was my turn with him again!
He guided me back into his bedroom, stripping me out of Sarah's robe and hanging it back up, before doing the same with his own. And there we stood, naked together in the moonlight seeping in from the big window over his bed.
“Bed? Or shower, first?” he asked, pulling me into his arms, and stroking his fingers through my hair.
“Mmmm...” I purred, nuzzling happily into his chest. “Shower sounds amazing... I so want to do that with you! But you smell so good right now... I think I have to pick bed, so I can fall asleep with you smelling just like this!”
“Well, that confirms it...” he grinned down at me, and I tilted my head back so I could meet his eyes. “Girls are just weird!”
“Are not!” I laughed in surprise, smacking him on his side.
“Are too!” he grinned. “You and Sarah both! Liking the smell of sweaty, gross chest hair... you're all just weird! There's nothing else to say about it!”
“I'll show you weird...” I mock-threatened, balling my hand into a fist and waving it in the air! But he just laughed, sweeping me effortlessly into his arms—and he literally threw me through the air, to land bouncing and squealing on his bed!
He crawled in after me, and I squeaked, cowering in pretend fear. Until he started kissing his way up my belly... by the time he got to my boobs, I was already writhing on the bed in pleasure! But as tempting as it would have been to go for another round, it really was getting late. We kissed for only a little, before we snuggled down under the blanket together, my face nuzzled tightly into his chest as he held me in his arms.
“I hope you realize, this means I have to fire you, as Emma's nanny,” he murmured, kissing me in my hair.
“What? Why?” I gasped, looking up into his eyes in shock and hurt.
“Because paying someone I'm having sex with, means that someone is a whore,” he smiled, caressing my cheek with his palm. “And you are not a whore! My eager, obedient little cum-kitten, yes... you are definitely that, and more! But never, ever a whore!” He kissed me, soft and gentle on my lips. “So... no more paychecks for you, as of tonight. As my girlfriend... I give you a monthly budget, instead. For diapers, and groceries, and whatever else we need. And whatever's left over at the end of the month, you're free to spend on yourself.”
“Your girlfriend?” I smiled, my cheeks absolutely bursting into a hot, happy blush!
“Amongst other things...” he winked lecherously, making me giggle and squirm in his arms. “But publicly... I think 'girlfriend' will suffice.”
“Works for me... Daddy!” I playfully agreed.
“God, I love you!” he laughed, my breath catching in my throat at his words. It was only then that he seemed to realize what he'd said, growing suddenly serious, staring deeply into my eyes. “I do, Kenz... I love you. I'm in love with you! I... I don't think I fully realized it, before tonight. But... I think it's been that way for a while.”
“I love you too, Adam!” I trembled in his arms, the tears of overwhelming emotion welling hot and heavy in my eyes once again. “You don't even know how much! I've been so, so in love with you...” I trailed off, the tears taking over.
“Shhh... come here, kitten! Come here!” he pulled me tighter, and I whimpered and cried into his chest. I was being so stupid! He'd already taken my virginity, cream-pied me, agreed to let me have his babies, made me his girlfriend... but it was those simple little words that were undoing me. Words that I'd already known, already seen in his eyes, the moment he agreed to be my 'only'. But hearing him actually say them, and saying them back to him in turn... my heart was on fire, I needed him so much!
And... that's how I feel asleep. Crying and cuddling in my Daddy's arms, just like I was five years old again. Warm, and safe... and loved. I'd never dared dream that this could actually happen... But now that it had, I was going to spend every day of my life, and every fibre of my being, proving how much I loved him back!