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Smoke

Holy. Fuck. I could stay camped between Ash’s legs forever. She tasted delicious and from the second her flavor hit my tongue, I knew she was mine. I could never let her go.

Lapping at her clit gently brought the sweetest cry of pleasure from her mouth. Sucking the bundle of nerves into my mouth brought her back off the bed.

Her fingers ran over my head, and I pulled away from her heat.

“Rest your broken arm on the bed, babygirl. I don’t want you to hurt it.”

She frowned, but did as I asked.

“Why are you making a grumpy face?” I asked, chuckling.

“You’re hurt too and you’re moving,” she complained.

“Yes, but it’s very different.”

“How is it different?” I was enamored with the way her mouth twisted into the sweetest pout.

“Because I’m Daddy,” was all I said before taking her clit in my mouth again.

Delicious sounds of pleasure fell from her mouth and her thighs tensed over my shoulders and despite it pressing down on the bandage, I didn’t mind. An intense feeling of possession filled me as I brought her pleasure. I slid two fingers into her heat, curling them upward and stroking gently.

“D-Dawson,” she cried.

“Let it feel good, Little one,” I whispered against her bare skin.

“I need...” she whined before a shiver tore through her.

It was so raw, so real, that my cock leaked in my sweatpants. “Fuck me, babygirl. I’m going to give you what you need,” I groaned, looking up at her. I ran my free hand up her belly and to her chest, cupping a breast in my hand.

“Please, please!” she sobbed, her head rolling side to side as she tried to grind her cunt against me. “I need to come. Please!”

Taking pity on her and sucking her clit back in my mouth, I flicked it rapidly with my tongue. Her legs shook even harder and her body tensed right before she came apart.

“Dawson! Daddy!” she screamed, her cries echoing around the room.

Gently licking her through her orgasm was no great feat. I cherished every cry, every plea, every tremble her body gave me. My head spun from her pleasure and my new title.

Once I knew she was done and she’d given me every ounce of pleasure, I pressed a kiss to each side of her pussy and climbed back up her body.

Her hands pushed at my sweatpants and I grabbed her injured one, easing it back onto the bed. “I need you to keep your arm down on the bed, babygirl. If you can’t keep it down, I’m going to have to stop,” I scolded her gently.

“No, Dawson! Don’t stop. I’ll keep it down, I promise.”

“Oh, babygirl. You think after I heard you call me Daddy from that sweet mouth of yours, you’re going to get away with calling me Dawson?”

She averted her eyes and I cupped the back of her head with the palm of my hand. “Look at me, Ashley Emery.”

When I had her full attention again, I said, “My name is Daddy to you, Little one.”

Daddy! We has a Daddy! my Little cried.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Try again,” I said, brushing my lips against hers.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, her breath fanning across my face. Yes, Daddy!

“Fucking perfect.”

Sliding my sweatpants down my legs, I let my cock rest against her thigh.

“Can I see you?” she asked, her voice breathy.

Sitting back on my knees I moved to the side of her, trying not to wince as my skin pulled.

After I helped her sit up, she wrapped her hand around my shaft. “You’re so big.”

Smiling, I rubbed her back. “You’re good for my ego.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t keep talking like that, it might make you… cocky,” she said before snorting in laughter.

I laughed too.

“Can I taste you?” she asked, trailing her finger through my precum.

“You’re going to kill me, babygirl. Yes, you can taste me.”

Dropping her head she took my cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue as she swallowed me the rest of the way down. Fisting my hand in her head, I moaned. “Fucking hell, Little one.”

Bobbing her head, she wasted no time in setting a rhythm that had my toes looking like they were doing rhythmic gymnastics.

“Ashley, pull off, baby,” I said.

“Why?” she pouted after popping off my dick.

“Because the first time I come with you, I want it to be in your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh,” she answered, flushing. “Okay.”

I laughed as she laid back on her back. “If you insist.”

Sassy girl.

Climbing back between her thighs, I brushed my cock over her swollen clit.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“I know, babygirl. I’m being so mean.”

“Terrible,” she agreed.

Lifting her leg and opening her back up to me, I settled myself against her before slowly easing in. She was wet and hot, and felt too damn good. “Oh, baby. You feel amazing.” I told her, rocking in and out. The sounds of her arousal filled the room.

“Daddy, you feel good too—so good,” she cried. She wrapped her uninjured arm around me.

“It feels good for my girl, huh?” I said.

“So good,” she cried, her pussy pulsing around me.

“Daddy’s going to make sure you feel good all the time,” I promised as we continued our sweet loving—making silent promises to love each other forever.

***

Ashley

I held Daddy’s hand as Elliot looked over his arm.

“Do I want to know how you got this?” he asked Dawson.

“No. You really don’t.”

Elliot nodded sharply. “I don’t fucking like it, but I won’t ask questions.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Whoever cleaned this up, though, needs to learn how to do a fucking stitch. You can’t just bandage a bullet wound after you remove a damn slug,” Elliot said, digging through his medical bag angrily.

“I’ll pass that along,” Dawson said calmly. I didn’t think he was actually calm, though. His jaw was tight and I heard him grinding his teeth.

I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb and when he looked over at me I tried to send him a reassuring smile.

“Are you okay, Little girl?” he asked me.

Despite Elliot being in the room, I frowned. “I’m babygirl!” I exclaimed, annoyed I needed to tell him again.

Elliot chuckled and Dawson grinned sheepishly. “I’m sorry, babygirl. Are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He started to say something, but then winced and cursed. “Fucking, hell, Elliot!”

“This may burn a bit,” Elliot mumbled. I thought maybe he was still angry with Daddy because he wasn’t being so super gentle with him.

“It’s a little fucking late to tell me now!”

“Oops,” Elliot said, clearly not feeling the least bit remorseful. “If you don’t want things to sting, maybe you shouldn’t get shot.”

Couldn’t argue with him there.

A knock on the door stopped their argument and Elliot’s Little girl Tinsley rushed in.

“Hi, Uncle Smokes! You’re nakey!”

I giggled. Daddy wasn’t nakey, but his shirt was off.

“Tinsley Kate, what has Daddy told you about running into his office?”

“Not to, Daddy.”

“So why are you in my office right now?”

“I knocked first!” she protested.

“Did I tell you it was okay to come in?”

“Nooooo.”

“Tinsley Kate!” her other Daddy, Tyler, yelled. He must have been looking for her.

“Oh no. I needa hide!” she said, running over to the couch and picking up Elliot’s white lab coat. She draped it over her head, making herself look like a ghost.

Tyler appeared in the doorway and spotted her immediately. “Tinsley Kate!” he scolded, “You know you are not supposed to be in Daddy’s office unless he gives you permission ahead of time.”

Tinsley stood completely still and didn’t answer him.

“Tinsley Kate!” her Daddy scolded again.

Unable to keep my Little from bursting through, I blurted out, “That’s not Tinsley. That’s a ghostie.”

“A ghostie,” Tinsley agreed, nodding. “Oooooo,” she howled, making spooky noises.

Dawson looked at me, his eyes bright with amusement. “Oh, Little girl, you are being so naughty right now.”

Blushing, I looked down, but I couldn’t just stand there and let a Little friend fend for herself against her big, growly tops.

Sliding from the chair I slowly tiptoed over to Tinsley and took her hand.

“Is okay, Mr. Tyler. I’m a certified priest. I’ll get the spooky ghostie out of your house,” I said even though my bottom tingled with nerves.

I guided Tinsley out of the room. We hadn’t even made it down the hall before all three men erupted in loud laughter.

“Oh, there is no way we can let those two be friends. They are dangerous together,” Elliot laughed. I was thankful Tinsley and I had seemed to shift the mood to something lighter even if that meant I might be in trouble later.

***

“I want you to stay right here, Little one,” Dawson told me after he’d finished drying my skin from the bath.

“I promise.”

“Good girl,” he said.

I pulled my bunny to my face and rubbed her against my nose. It had been a long day. After getting Dawson patched up, we’d stayed at Dr. Elliot’s until my orthopedic appointment. Tinsley and I had so much fun playing together and our Daddies promised we could have another playdate soon.

“Well that’s a sweet sight,” Daddy said, coming back into view with a sleeper and a diaper for me.

I’d been nervous when Daddy asked if I was young enough to wear them in Little space, but I’d answered honestly. It had worked out perfectly because he really did love tiny Littles.

He opened the towel I was wearing and pressed soft kisses to my belly.

“I love you so much, Little girl.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“You know you’re in trouble for the ghostie stunt right?” he asked.

I nodded. I’d figured.

“When your arm and head are all better, your bottom is going to be very sore.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He quickly diapered me, applied cream, and worked me into my favorite sleeper. It was black with planets on it and when you pulled up the hood, it made you look like an astronaut with a printed helmet.

“Tomorrow I want us to sit down and order some more Little gear for you,” he said, lifting me from the bed.

“Be careful of your stitches!”

Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to each side of my face. “I’m fine, babygirl. I promise.How is your arm?” he asked. “Do you need more medicine?”

“No, Daddy.”

The orthopedic doctor had casted my arm and the extra support had really helped with the pain. I’d gotten a purple cast and Daddy had drawn Rapunzel and Pascal on it. I thought maybe they’d helped with the pain too ‘cause it really did feel so much better.

I tucked my head into Daddy’s neck and he rocked me side to side.

“You’re a sleepy baby,” he cooed.

“Nu, Daddy.”

He chuckled, patting my diapered bottom. “You had a big day, babygirl. It’s okay to be tired.”

“Can I sleep in your bed again?”

“You’ll always sleep in my bed. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep away from me. I’m going to tuck you in and then I’m going to make you a bednight bottle, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

"And tomorrow we will go pick out a car for you."

I smiled. "That's exciting."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of my baby driving by herself, but I'm going to try to be strong and brave about it," he teased, winking at me.

"I promise I'll be so super careful, Daddy."

"You better, Little one." He tucked me into his bed. Breathing his scent in deeply, I snuggled down into the bedding. After kissing my forehead, he turned to head back downstairs.

A shrill beep made my heart drop to my feet and tears instantly welled in my eyes.

“Do you have to go, Daddy?”

His face softened and he came to sit on the bed.

“That was my personal phone, baby. It was an email,” he explained.

I felt foolish and heat bloomed on my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just thought...”

“You don’t have to be sorry, baby. Daddy’s sorry he’s caused you to be so scared.”

Sitting up, I climbed in his lap and he held me close.

“I’m quitting, babygirl. It’s time to close that chapter of my life and focus on the next one.”

Even though I felt relief, I didn’t want him to leave something he loved, just because I was scared. “I don’t want you to quit because of me. I’m sure over time I wouldn’t be as scared.”

Yas-huh! We do want him to quit, my Little argued.

“Tough shit. I am quitting because of you. Because you are my reason for living, you are my love, my Little, and my whole damn future and nothing is going to interfere with that, babygirl.”