Page 28 of Obsessed Daddy
I tilt my head and watch him like I’m examining a creature in a terrarium. He always seems so entertained by my nonsense. “Oh yeah!” I laugh. “If I’m wrong, show me some evidence.Everyone in town knows of the Deepling. I’ve never heard anyone talking about pond fairies.”
He pauses long enough to roll his eyes to the side playfully as he reels his line in slowly. “I guess that’s right. If no one else sees them, then it can’t be true. Must be a figment of my imagination.”
“Thank you. I thought so. You’ve said some crazy things before, but this one is—”
“One question, though. If the pond fairies aren’t real,” he nods toward a lily pad to the west side of the bank, “then how do you explain that?”
“Explain what? The fireflies?”
“You think they’re fireflies,” he groans, and rubs his hand down over my expanded belly, “but what if they’re fairies?”
I love how this man leans into all that’s whimsical with me. There’s something about the way he says it, like he’s admiring the strange corners of my mind instead of simply tolerating them.
I’ll always appreciate this about him most. No one else sees me like he does. He can protect me, listen to me, and fuck me all night long, but the fact that he takes the time to understand me and all my idiosyncrasies, that’s what makes him so special.
I may be young, but I knew he was the one the second he pummeled me on the ground outside the lake house two years ago. It was dramatic, over the top, and perfectly imperfect, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Sure, it wasn’t easy for everyone to accept our love, but thankfully, we don’t live for them.
We live for ourselves and each other.
My mom and my sister have kept their distance, though they’ve both shown interest in knowing our daughter. I want herto know them too, but I think the visits will be supervised for a while, given the things they had to say at our wedding.
The two of them started up almost immediately. The snide comments during my walk down the aisle got so loud that Clint ended up having his friends remove them from the property before the vows began.
Some days, I feel bad that they were given such a quick exit. Others, I know it’s what needed to happen. That day was the first real imprint we had on this property outside of the cabin build, and we kindly asked for everyone to support us on our first big event at our new place.
I kept a few of the arches for the garden, planting them between the cucumbers and the jalapenos. So far, the forest is obeying, and my garden is much fuller than it was the first year out here. Heck, I even have enough surplus that I’m bringing veggies to school to paint with. Turns out, potatoes and bell peppers can be cut into all kinds of shapes that make fun stamps for the kids.
Clint sets his pole inside the canoe and leans forward, pressing the heel of his hand against his eye. Two years ago, we thought he was on the verge of losing his vision, and truthfully, the doctors don’t know for sure what’s going to happen. Some say he’ll have intermittent loss for the rest of his life. Others say he will eventually lose all sight completely. There’s no good answer for something like this. We’ve accepted it and lived every day with gratitude.
“You want your drops?” I’m already digging through my purse, looking for them as I ask.
“No, little girl. You know what Daddy needs.”
My clit throbs as I stare up at him. “In the canoe? We’ll tip over.”
“Daddy won’t let you fall. On your knees, little girl.” His demand is clear and predictable. Whenever his eye gets exceptionally bad, he commands me to my knees.
I have to say, I love being the only thing that gives him relief.
Kneeling down on the seat pad at the base of the boat, I try my best to ignore the soft rocking motion that takes over when my weight shifts.
“Good girl,” he groans, fingering through my hair with a heavy grip. “Now make Daddy feel better.”
I unzip his jeans and pull his thick, heavy dick from inside before dragging my tongue from the balls to the head.
“Yes, baby girl. Just like that. You do it just right. Can you touch your little pussy while you suck?” His voice is deep and graveled, rough and unhinged. “Daddy needs to hear you moan on his cock.”
Keeping myself steady, I reach between my legs, beneath my belly, and slip my fingers against my swollen, sopping clit as I take my man deeper into my throat.
“Yes! Good girl!” he groans, digging into my hair harder, a tiny, little, stinging pressure pulling on my scalp as I work. “Hold steady now, ‘cause Daddy’s gonna fuck that little face.”
God, I love it when he gets this turned up.
One hand wrapped around his cock, the other stuffed in my panties, I hold as steady as I can as he lifts his hips and slaps his hard, veiny cock into my throat repeatedly.
My thighs tighten as the boat rolls, the soft slap of water in rhythm with his movements as cool air rises and brushes my skin.
