Page 59 of Chale
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he continues to push inside of me, my whole body tenses as I stretch around him. Pleasure and pain fill my body with each passing second as he drives more of his shaft inside me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers as tears pool in my eyes.
“Just do the rest,” I beg him.
Before I even finish speaking, Daddy pushes the rest of himself inside of me.
“Full,” I groan.
So full.
“Move, please.” I look at Daddy.
He slowly pulls out before ramming back into me, making my toes curl against the bed sheets. Pleasure courses through my body as he continues to thrust in and out of me. His hand slowly moves from my hips, finding my little bundle of nerves and moving his thumb in slow circular motions.
“Oooooh,” I moan as I grip onto the bed sheet. “Please, Daddy.”
The pleasure inside of me continues to build and build as he thrusts inside of me.
“Daddy!” I beg. “I’m so close.”
“Come for Daddy,” he commands as he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge.
I scream, letting go as I come and ride my release as Daddy continues to pump into me. I clench around him, and it doesn’t take long for Daddy to follow after me, filling me up with his seed.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Take my cum like a good girl.”
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“Daddy?” I call out as I push myself off the bed.
“Yes, Little one?” he asks as he walks into the room.
“Can you hold me?” I ask as I hold my arms up.
Ever since we spent the night together, I haven’t wanted to be away from him. Daddy, on the other hand, never seems to be around me when I am waking up. Does he not want me anymore?
“I was just about to come back and wake you up,” he tells me.
I snuggle into his embrace as he holds me close and walks out of his room.
“Why did you leave?” I ask.
“Because I was getting you a bottle. I know we have reduced your feeding times, but it’s still important for you to get what you need in a day. You didn’t get anything last night, and I don’t want you to start losing weight,” Daddy explains.
“I won’t lose weight from missing one bottle,” I mumble.
Daddy kisses the side of my head. “I know you won’t, but if you miss one and brush it off, it’s easier to miss another. I don’t want you to get in the habit of missing meals.”
I smile at him. “You will never let me do that. You always make sure that I get fed on time.”
Daddy nods and picks up the bottle from the counter. “You’re right, and it’s going to stay that way.”
“I’m okay with that,” I whisper.
He sits on the couch and moves my body so I’m lying down, looking up at him.
“I’m glad I’ve got you.” He smiles.
“I’m glad I gave you a chance.”
We stare at each other for several seconds, just enjoying each other.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper.
“I love you, too.”
