Page 37 of Grace's Daddy

Leaving the house this morning, I was nervous about this trip, but I’m not nervous anymore. I’m home. Wherever Daddy is, I’ll always be home, but I bet this island will become my favorite place on Earth soon. I’ll be sad when we have to go back to the mainland.

I cry out as Daddy swats me harder and brace myself for the intense sensations that are creeping up my spine. When he suddenly stops, reaches between my legs, and thrusts two fingers into me, I lift my head and scream. My orgasm takes over, bathing me in the most delicious pulses of release.

As I come down from my high, Daddy’s fingers disappear. The sound of a condom wrapper causes me to pant before Daddy yanks the pillow out from between my knees, climbs between my spread thighs, grabs my hips, and thrusts into me.

So good. There are no words. My vision blurs as he pumps in and out of me. Not leaving my bottom out of the fun, he pulls my cheeks open with both thumbs and presses against my tight ring of muscles, just enough to tease me.

“Fuck, Grace. You drive me wild,” he shouts right before he comes.

Unable to hold back, I catapult into another orgasm along with him, my pussy gripping his cock rhythmically.

Heaven. This is my life. Pure heaven.

I’m so happy that all I can do is grin as Daddy takes care of both of us, rolling me to my back, cleaning himself up, and then caring for my pussy before diapering me.

He pulls me into his arms, hauls the covers over us, and kisses me deeply. “I love you, Grace.”

“I love you, Eli.”

“Mine.”

“Mine,” I repeat because he’s just as much mine as I am his. He says he’ll never let me go, but the truth is I’ll never let him go either.