I increased the speed of my hand and worked her body until she bucked beneath me, her orgasm rocking through her as she arched her neck back on a silent scream.
Just to prove my point, I didn’t let her rest, but worked her with my fingers again, pushing two blunt tips deep inside to rub the base of her womb. She whimpered and I took her nipple into my mouth through her clothes, biting gently as my thumb worked her clit.
“Gabe! Daddy, please…” The breathless whisper made me shudder and I was so close, so damn close to blowing my cum all over the inside of my boxers that it took an epic force of will to hold back. My cum was for her, only for her. And I wanted it deep in her body so she’d know who she belonged to, who had claimed her. Who wanted her and no one else, ever.
“Come again for me, baby. Come all over my fingers.”
That was all she needed, permission, an order from her Daddy, a safe place to be.
Her orgasm rolled through her and she’d never looked so beautiful, so fucking perfect as she did while she was losing it all over my fingers on her frilly pink bedspread.
When it was over, I pulled my hand from her and licked my fingers, holding her gaze as I did so she’d know I loved everything about her, including the hot taste of her cum on my hand. “No one has ever made me hotter than you do, baby.”
I moved back up to the head of the bed and lifted her into arms, hugging her tighter. She was my little stress ball. Wrapping my arms tightly around her did release some of the stress and anger I was feeling. “Your mother doesn’t know me. You know me, Mary.”
She nodded. “It’s just, well... I’m…I don’t have a lot of experience. And you’re so much older and more experienced. You have a house and a job and a life and I’m nothing, you know. A worthless kid barely out of high school.”
“That’s your mother talking.” Another point in the negative mother column. “You’re sweet and kind and loving. You’re beautiful, intelligent, fun. After everything I’ve told you, you still don’t trust and believe me when I say I want to be with you?”
She shook her head at me once again. “I believe you…it’s just…” A pause and then, “I know I shouldn’t let my mother have power over me. I’m grown enough to be able to live my own life without her telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.”
I nodded my head, letting her continue.
“I’m sorry, Gabe. I let my mother get the best of me. That won’t ever happen again.”
“Shhh…” I said, taking her hand and intertwining our fingers together. “Don’t apologize or you’ll be in the corner again.” Then, I hooked a finger under her chin to get her to look at me. I began to part my lips. It felt like the perfect time to say it, surrounded by her old life as I made the decision to offer her a new one.
“I love you, Mary. I really do.”
Her smile was answer enough, but Mary always gave me far more than what I asked. “I love you, too. Daddy.”
Epilogue
Mary
“It’s great to finally put a face to the name. I’ve heard so many great things about you!” Bethany began, standing proud in her military uniform. She hadn’t been home long, and already I missed my days with Ashley. But now that I was in the teaching program and working at the pre-school, I had to admit that I didn’t have time to watch Ashley much any more.
“And please, looking after my child when I specifically told my brother to do so? I love you forever!”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Ashley is a little angel. We got along great, didn’t we, squirt?” I spoke the last to the little girl playing on the floor. Gabe’s sister was a character on her own, and with the way she spoke and acted, I could see the similarities she had with her brother. They both loved to banter, with no topic off limits, and it was all the more amusing when they were doing it to each other. Ten minutes in, and the two of them already managed to make me snort with laughter—quite unladylike. Which just made me laugh more.
By the time the party ended two hours later, tears streamed down my face and my cheeks actually ached from all the laughing.
“The only tears you’ll be crying from now on are tears of joy, alright?” she said, as she came over to me after she’d managed to say “goodbye” to the friends and relatives she invited over. We were standing in the living room, the now empty space eerily empty with just family members here, like we were all in shocked silence. But Bethany smiled and gave me a quick hug. “I swear, if my brother hurts you, he’ll be answering to me!”