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I love you, I repeated.
I love you so much more.
Daddy, I whispered and brushed my lips against his.
He let out a low groan, and I felt him shake beneath me.
Will you fuck me right now ? With me in your arms and close to you like this ?
You wanna ride Daddy, baby ?
Always. I whimpered. I adjusted my position over his lap and moved my lips to his ear. I’m already wet thinking about it.
He hummed, and I felt his hand at the band of my pajama pants. His hand slipped inside, and he chuckled lowly when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Did you come here wanting to get fucked, baby ?
Yes.
He tsked as his fingers ran over my slit and between my damp lips. You’re such a dirty girl.
He eased two thick fingers inside me, and I felt his other hand on my hip. He aided me in riding his fingers, and I gasped as I felt them move inside me.
No teasing, Oisin. I’ve needed you all day. Just get inside me. I begged.
Hmm. I’m curious if you’re always this horny and needy before your period.
I am. I feel I’ll be very needy when I’m pregnant, too. But you wouldn’t mind, would you, baby ? I asked. You’d be a phone call away, and you’d come home and take care of me, yeah ?
He groaned as he inserted another finger extracting a loud moan from me. Fuck. Baby, of course, I’d come home and take care of your aching cunt.
Aching for you, Daddy. Always just for you.
He swore loudly, and then his fingers disappeared from inside me. I whined in frustration, but he gave me a look as he undid his belt and pants. I got off his lap only to take off my pants, then climbed on top of him just as his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
We didn’t tease or exchange words as he guided and helped me down his cock slowly. My head fell back with a sound I never knew I could make. It resembled a shout, sob, and moan combined.
Oisin let out his appreciation shout of pleasure, and his hands stayed on my hips as I rode him. He fisted the back of my head and guided me so he could look at me. His eyes were gems that melted into a pool of lava and lust, and I could feel the intensity and need shining in them.
His lips parted when mine did, and whenever I moaned, he shook beneath me and tightened his grip on my hair. We shared open-mouthed kisses, our eyes heavy and half-hooded, while our hands roamed over each other.
I wanted to commit him to memory. I wanted to memorize every hard plane of his chest, the width of his back, and the tattoos that decorated his body like a second layer of skin. And how his stomach clenched and unclenched when my hips moved a certain way.
I wanted to close my eyes and feel how our bodies moved together, how our hearts raced for each other, and how sweat clung to his chest and onto my breasts, causing him to dip his head down to taste my nipples.
I wanted to memorize his shape, the sounds he made, and how he looked when he was going to cum. For it was something short of a masterpiece. My hips were spasmodic over his, and I could feel our resolve nearing, and then his hands went around my back, and he tightened me to his chest.
You can take it. He murmured before pistoling his hips upward and pummeling into me in harsh, loud, and fast strokes. Yeah, yeah, fucking take it. He grunted, and all I could do was take it and whimper his name. No one takes Daddy’s cock like you, baby. Make a mess for Daddy. You know he loves cleaning it up.
I came. Right then and there. From his words. From the way he was fucking me. From everything. He let out a bestial-like shout of my name, crushing me to his chest as he finally let go inside me.
The familiar sensation of his cum had me feeling warm and sighing in relief as I slumped into his arms. I never thought I’d ever allow him to fuck me bareback, but I’d grown addicted and insatiable for it.
There was something about Oisin branding me from the inside out with his cum that felt primal. So primal, yet I fucking loved it. I felt him rub my back and smooth his hands over my hair as we stayed in each other’s arms.
Oisin. He hummed in response. Do you think tomorrow we can all go out together with Aofie ? I know the nearest beach is six hours away, but I want us to spend more time as a family.
She’s always wanted to go to Santa Monica and Disneyland. So we can start there.
I snuggled closer to him. That sounds perfect. We can ask her tomorrow. I kissed his chest. Also, I’m too snug and warm here in your arms. I’m afraid you have to carry me back into bed.
His chest rumbled as he chuckled. Elena, I’m still inside you.
It was my turn to hum. I like when you stay there all soft. When you get hard again, just fuck me, but in the meantime, I’m going to sleep. I mumbled, and he laughed again before kissing my head.
Sleep, mo ghra amhain. I’ve got you. You’re safe in my arms. He whispered right before I fell asleep.
**
Elena, have you ever been to Santa Monica ? Aofie asked while I helped pack her suitcase.
Never, but I saw pictures online, and I’m excited. Your father said we could stay in Los Angeles for a few days and that way we can also go to Disneyland. You excited about that, too ?
I am. She smiled as she nodded her head. You seem happy. I like that. I don’t like seeing you cry.
I patted the spot next to me, and she left her dress on the ground and approached me. I picked her up and set her on my lap. I ran my hands down her back as I spoke to her.
I’ve been feeling a little bit down for a while. Sometimes I’m able to take myself out of the slump I’m in, while other days, it’s hard for me to get out of bed. Some days I wake up happy and smiling, while other days, I wake up wanting to cry. Sometimes, cara mia, one emotion overtakes the other. I’m still struggling. I still have my good and bad days, just like everyone else. I want you to know that it happens and is normal and healthy. But I also want you to know that I’m trying.
Fiona and daid and nonna tell me I’m not allowed to ask you why you’re so sad.
I pursed my lips in thought. I think it’s hard to explain certain things to you because you’re still so little, and I wouldn’t want you to be upset over it. Maybe we can talk about these things when you’re older, but for now, know I’m okay. Know that Fiona, nonna, and your dad mean well and that they love you and want to protect you from everything.
Sometimes I get sad, too.
I ran my knuckles down her cheeks before tucking her bangs behind her ear. And that’s okay. What do you like to do when you’re sad ?
I like coloring and baking with you in the kitchen.
I smiled sadly and squeezed her in my arms. I love baking with you in the kitchen. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you these past few weeks, but I promise I’m here now. I assured.
I know you’re not my real mom, but you’re even better because you’re here with me. I love you, mam. She said.
She called me mom. Mom. I never thought I’d ever be a mother, and despite how much Aofie loved me, I never thought she’d see me as a maternal figure. Oh fuck, here come the waterworks. My heart grew, and I closed my eyes as tears fell.
Real or not real, you’re my little girl, and I love you too, cara mia. Very, very much.
We sat there on her carpet for ten minutes, and I’m sure she was crying with me while I rocked her, hugged her, and repeatedly kissed her head. I honestly did love this girl with all my heart ; even though she wasn’t mine, she was still mine.
She always would be, and I would cherish the moment she decided I was even better than her real mom. I was sobbing hard over the realization that she viewed me as such.
Why’re you crying, mo ghra amhain ? Oisin voiced from behind me, and then I felt his hand on my back as he knelt beside me. Aofie, are you okay ?
I’m fine, daid.
She unlatched herself from my arms, and feeling pathetic ; I covered my face while Aofie spoke to her father in Irish.
Come here, baby. Then, pitifully, I crawled into his lap and shoved my face into his chest. Let it out. It’s okay.
I’m not her real mother, but that doesn’t matter, right ? I cried as he rubbed my back.
It doesn’t matter. Aofie has loved you for years. He said, and I pulled away to wipe at my tears. She was two, and Liam was the first to take her to your little bakery. I doubt you remember Liam, but Aofie had thrown a fit that day, and you calmed her down.
He said you took her from his arms and carried her on your hip as you took her behind the counter. And once she calmed down, you gave her that cupcake she always comes back for-the raspberry-filled cupcakes with lemon frosting.
Liam came home that day and barely even spoke your name, baby, and I fell in love with you. All he said was that an angel helped him out with Aofie. That was it. I was a fucking goner, and so was Aofie. It became something part of our routine to go to your bakery every day.