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Wren chuckled against her neck, the air tickling. “You’re so fucking adorable. How’d I get so lucky?”

“I’m not sure,” answered Emmie. “I’m a catch.”

That made Wren laugh harder, even as she moved her fingers to Emmie’s entrance. “Come on, petal, say please for Daddy.”

“I’ve said please plenty of times,” said Emmie, because she really had, but when nothing happened, a plaintive tone entered her voice. “Okay, fine! Please Daddy,please. I need you to fill me up.”

“Good girl,” whispered Wren in her ear as she entered her, and Emmie didn’t know what turned her on more—the words or the fingerfucking. Wren’s movements seemed leisurely, but each time she curled her fingers up inside Emmie, she grazed against her g-spot and Emmie almost saw stars.

“Not yet baby,” Wren said.

“What?” Emmie was confused.

“Can you hold on for Daddy? Let me fill you up some more?”

“Oh. Oh, I… I think I can… I can try Daddy.”

“That’s my perfect girl. You’ve got this Emmie. Look at me.” When Emmie met Wren’s eyes, all she saw was desire. “You are so fucking wonderful. Look at how well you’re taking what Daddy’s giving you.”

Emmie swallowed, and nodded, and then Wren added another finger, and another.

“Look at you, baby girl, taking so much of Daddy.” Emmie looked down to where Wren’s hand was disappearing between her legs. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you, my good girl.”

Emmie could feel the pressure building all the way down in her toes, almost as if she had pins and needles. Her entire body felt like it was humming, brought alive by Wren’s actions.

“I don’t know how long I can hold on, Daddy,” she gasped out. Fingers in and out, lips on her neck, Wren’s hair brushing against her face and it was almost too much.

“You’ve done so good, Emmie, baby girl. So so good. I’ve got only one ask of you left.”

“Yes?” She was trembling with the effort of not falling off the edge.

“Come for Daddy.”

And Emmie came apart.

Wren held her as she orgasmed, praising her and calling her “my good girl” as Emmie cried her way through wave after wave of pleasure. This was overwhelming in the best kind of way, where everything else faded so it was just her and Wren and this seemingly unending pleasure.

“I love you,” said Wren, kissing her gently. “I don’t know how, and I could give you a million reasons why, because I love you.”

Emmie looked up at this woman who’d turned her world upside down in the best kind of way; who’d been kind and made her laugh and who’d made her feel so safe. “I love you too, Daddy,” she said.

The End