The Daddy-Dom is about security, not age. Though the names are changed, this is a hopeful, heartfelt outpouring of what I hope will happen when Daddy finally gets here. It's a rarity that I write about something that is less than out-there-fantasy and I love this story. I hope you do too.
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The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.
It was the third time in eight hours he'd been inside her.
The first time...
Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she'd launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They'd barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.
Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.
Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.
Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there'd never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.
He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. "Hello, my lover, I'm Home."
Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. "Hi Daddy." She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.
"Naughty girl." He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I'm-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.
"Oh no, not yet. You don't cum until I say so." He pulled out then slammed in hard.
Jessica whimpered at his words. "Yes Daddy." He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.
Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.
He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. "Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!"
At his words, Jessica released the iron grip she'd had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.
The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.
Jessica giggled. "Hi Daddy."
"Hello Jess-i-ca." Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. "Don't suppose you have lunch ready?" He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.
"Almost, just have to cook the chicken." She made a little face as the cum began to dry. "May I clean up first, please?"
Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn't work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. "You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on."
"Yes Daddy." She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.
Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.
Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy's cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.
Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5'9" but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.
Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He'd started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She'd never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6'7" and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that's one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he'd always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn't need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.
"Do you want to take a nap when we're done, Daddy?"
"Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one." He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. "This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me." He'd watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she'd purchased in Niagara Falls. He'd been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.
