Page 31 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

When I returned to his side, he leaned over and slowly pulled my dress over my head. His hands were so strong I could feel their strength with my eyes closed. When the dress was finally in his hands and I could see again, I noticed he was staring at my chest. He looked like he was about to pounce on it any second.

Undoing my bra, he forgot to breathe for a second at the sight of my bare tits. Daddy was a boobs man too so I was hoping Nick was an ass man to balance things out. I had read it at an online forum that men were either of those two depending on their preference.

It must've been a long time since he'd been with a woman, for now there was a tent in his pants. He let his gaze linger on my chest for a second longer before squatting and pulling my panties down. In one swift motion, he undid the tapes on the sides of my diaper and threw them in the trash. His face was inches away from my pussy.

Once again, I found myself stark naked before a hot man. This time I didn't try to cover my breasts or look away. This time I willed myself to stand still.

It took him a few beats to stand up and look away from my body, but when he swiftly undressed, it was now my turn to stare. I should've known from the size of the tent in his pants from earlier. Nick was packing and he wasn't afraid to show it off. He proudly put his hands on his waist and struck a superhero pose, a leg resting on the edge of the bathtub.

I giggled to hide my weakening resolve. When he turned around to step in the shower, I took a glance at his big muscle butt. And it was all it took to turn me back into a blushing mess.

When he stuck his arm out, I took it and he helped me in. His erection was growing by the second and soon it was inches away from me. He took a washcloth and began scrubbing me as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As it turned out, he wasn't joking about showering together just to save water. He was quick and efficient as he worked his way through my body. When he lingered longer on my privates, I stifled a moan and willed myself not to hump his hand. It was hard considering how strong his strokes were on my privates. It didn't help that his eyes were slightly dilated from arousal.

Soon he switched to washing himself and I suppressed the urge to whimper at the sudden lack of touch. Daddy did that to me all the time, touching me until he drove me crazy and then stopping just to edge me off.

I had to settle with watching him shower for the next few minutes. There were hints of red hair on his body and they perfectly highlighted his sexiest body parts. There were some on his pecs and around his big nipples, some in the pubic region and the rest on his legs.

Within minutes showering time had ended. I didn't know what I was expecting. It wasn't like we could have sex without talking to Daddy about it first.

Helping me out of the shower, he put a towel on my head and moved it around until my hair was dry. Then he towel-dried the rest of my body. When it was his turn, he was careful around his erection. It was hot how it refused to die down.

Leading me to the nursery, he opened the drawer and pulled out some of the designer diapers. He lined them up on the bed and stepped away to let me have a better look.

"They're all thick and soft," I said, touching them.

"And colorful," he added.

There were different things on the bum part of the diaper, everything from animal faces to funny quotes. But it was obvious which one I wanted.

I handed him the pink one with 'Daddy's girl' written on the back. I was already Clark's good girl, but I wanted to be Nick's good girl too.

"Good choice," he said when I turned around to catch him checking my ass out. It wasn't helping his erection as it began to twitch in excitement. "I should probably get dressed first."

It was fascinating how swiftly men got ready. He was fully dressed in a minute and standing before me again, his erection nicely adjusted so it wouldn't form a tent again. Too bad it didn't kill my arousal, for he looked just as hot fully dressed.

Taking my hand, he led me to the adult-sized changing table and helped me on it. Grabbing my ankles with a hand, he raised my legs in the air and put the diaper under my bottom. All I could think was how my privates were exposed to him. Cloth diaper meant no need for baby powder, which was disappointing since I wanted to feel the strength of his hands against my pussy.

Soon he was tying up the little strings on the side of the diaper. By the time he was done, I couldn't help but suck on my thumb.

"Do you want to see the outfit you'll be wearing and taking home?"

He lay a pair of purple lace panties on the bed, soon joined by a bright red skirt the color of Nick's hair, a black top, and knee-high socks. Daddy preferred to dress me up in babydoll dresses and onesies, but Nick seemed to prefer fashionable clothes.

As I stood by the crib-styled bed, he squatted and tapped my knee one after another, slipping the panties on and followed by the skirt. Then he helped me into the top.

"You look so pretty, darling."

He was so lost in the satisfaction of getting to dress a Little again, he didn't notice that my eyes had turned moist.

When he led me to the mirror and saw how hard I was trying not to cry, his smile faded. "Aw, what's the matter, honey? Should I have let you choose your outfit? I should’ve known. Some Littles prefer to dress up only in the age range they like to play as. Is it that? Or do you only like to get dressed by your Daddy?"

"Oh, Nick." I threw my arms around him and he rocked me side to side. "I used to dress myself up as a Little in my room secretly a few months ago. I could've been killed if I was found out to be living as a Little. Back then all I dreamed about was being dressed up by Daddy and being told how pretty I looked. When you just called me pretty, it took me back in time. I wanted a Daddy so badly back when I lived in constant fear. I was lucky to have Clark by my side when he saved me, and now I'm lucky to have you in my life. All my life I was told I didn't deserve nice things, that I had evil inside me waiting to come out. It's happy times like these that make me feel like I'm getting way more than I deserve."

Breaking the hug, he kissed the top of my head and then smiled at me. "Of all the people who get nice things, you deserve them the most. Do you know the reason, darling?"

He continued when I shook my head. "Because you're a good friend and a good girl. Michael told me how you took revenge when Kristen humiliated him. It says how nice of a person you are. I can wait till you tell me about your past, but whoever said there's evil inside you were outright lying. It's farthest from the truth. I mean, why else would I give you the designer diaper? As long as you have it with you, it's a reminder of how good and beautiful you are, inside and out. I'm not just saying this. I mean it. Do you trust me, darling?"