Daddy's Girl - Cease Fire

Oh, boy. This scrap, mm, this scrap y'all. The first part of it went by like a breeze but then that second part where everything heats up is what took so long for me to release it to all of you. But after wrestling with it for a few days and then running it through a speed edit, i finally have the next bit of this story ready for you to consume. Hope y'all enjoy!

***

Lunch was nowhere near as entertaining or relaxing once Harper and I stopped hanging out. Instead of crossword puzzles and word finds to fill the hour alongside flirty jokes and double entendres, all I had was my all American sub and a deep pit that seemed to grow with every day that passed.

I didn't feel like I was in the wrong for putting down boundaries with Harper, especially with the way I had been feeling in the moment. Now that a few weeks had passed, however, I wished I could go back and erase the sharp words Harper and I traded that led us to where we were now.

She's right. I thought to myself in disgust as I rolled up my sandwich and aggressively threw it in the passenger seat next to me--Harper's seat. I am boring.

I threw myself back in my seat with a sigh and looked at the clock. It had only been a little over half an hour since my lunch break had started but I just couldn't stand to sit here in this empty car for a moment longer. I would rather do more work than necessary than feel myself slowly unravel as I waited for the time to slip by.

By the time that I dragged myself back into the building I realized that I had forgotten the sub in the car. I decided I didn't care by the time that I was approaching the hallway that contained all the elevators and once my finger touched the up button, the mere thought of the sandwich disappeared with every other thought.

I had been spending a lot of time in my nothing box lately. I found that it helped soothe the endless questions and unease that were associated with thinking about Harper. Sitting in that box with nothing else on my mind was my only happy place anymore. Nothing could touch me in my box and no one could disrupt the quiet that I mistook for calm in there.

There hadn't been anything that could completely pull me out of that safe space yet but I did have a sneaking suspicion that Harper would be the only one who would have that kind of power. So far I had been able to evade her and the potential kill switch to my happy place that she may or may not have access to but today my luck ran out. As those elevator doors split apart I saw that there was only one other denizen occupying the elevator. And she was very familiar to me.

Growing up, my parents had been catholic so I was forced to attend mass every Sunday. As I grew up and grew out of their rules I decided that I didn't give much stock to any religion. Anyone could believe what they wanted to but when it came to me, I preferred to stay out here, thanks.

Despite this desire for distance with any deity, however, this asshole god of irony wouldn't stop following me around. Especially in regards to Harper. As if he were some kind of fucked up cupid but instead of putting couples together he just daggled the thing that one part wanted in front of them before yanking it away.

Fucking asshole... I thought with a sigh before I moved forward to do the impossible. Fit into a confined space with Harper and not be able to touch her or talk to her like I used to.

"Mister Bradshaw," Harper said in a sharp voice, in case I had forgotten about the distance I was supposed to have from her.

"Miss Andrews," I mumbled with a nod as I pushed the button for my floor and then came to stand at a respectable distance from her.

It was odd to be be so near to Harper and yet so incredibly far away. Even in the closed confines of the elevator it felt as if Harper and I were actually miles away. I had this weird thought that if I were to talk to her beyond the stiff greeting we had shared, she wouldn't be able to hear me at all. There would be too much space between us to hear anything.

How did we even get like this? I wondered in disbelief while I tried to catch subtle glances of her face. One disagreement and now we don't even talk anymore? That's fucking stupid and I hate it.

The elevator doors opened once more and Harper cleared her throat before throwing me a quick glance. "Good day, mister Bradshaw."

I let out a heavy sigh and shook my head. "Harper?" I said softly as I turned my eyes to hers.

Harper was so disarmed--from my soft voice or from hearing me say her name, I wasn't sure--that she merely turned and blinked at me for several seconds before she managed to putter out, "Yes?"

A gentle smile rose to my lips at her stunned expression. She was cute when she was surprised. I'd never noticed before because I didn't often catch Harper like that.

"Can we just talk?" I asked, a hint of desperation tinging my words so she would really understand how much I was missing her.

"I..." Harper hesitated as she looked out at the open hallway, presumably where she was supposed to be, before her eyes flicked back to mine and she nodded. "Okay."

"It doesn't have to be right now," I assured her and motioned to the files she had been holding on to tightly. "I can see you're busy."

Harper glanced down to the files she held with a bite to her lip and then behind her to the doors which were beginning to close.

"Yeah," she said slowly as her eyes came back around to meet mine again. "Um, I've got a lot going on over the next couple of days but how about this weekend? Friday night maybe?"

I nodded. "Sounds great. We can even get drinks if you want."

Harper cocked a brow up. "At the normal place?"

"Um...no," I said and reached over to press the floor number for Harper again so the doors would reopen for her. "Can we try something new instead?"

Harper considered this request for several moments while she searched my face before she finally nodded her head.

"Alright. But you have to pick me up if we're going somewhere new," Harper said before lifting her chin in defiance, as if to say that my driving her meant nothing. "I'm shit with directions and I'm worse at night driving. You really don't want to put the two together if you're trying to make any kind of progress."

"That's fair," I said and threw a hand out to stop the doors from closing on her a second time.

"Alright then," Harper said before nodding once. "I'll see you Friday, mister Bradshaw."

A smile lifted to my lips at this response before I pulled my hand back from the door and swept it up to my midsection so I could offer her a cheesy bow. I was well aware of how incredibly stupid I looked doing it but I knew Harper and she loved the cheesy and incredibly stupid. And judging from the smile she was fighting to hold back, my ridiculous tactics were obviously working.

"Friday eve it is," I said before standing upright once more. "Until then, miss Andrews."

There was another lingering stare that Harper set me with--this one filled with confusion and intrigue on top of the deep searching her eyes were doing--before she nodded again and then turned on her heel to walk away.

I couldn't help watching as she strutted away from me. The way her perfectly round ass bounced. How her hips swayed in time with each step. The way her soft, shiny mahogany locks caught the light and glinted like fire.

A wistful sigh left me as Harper finally rounded the corner and away from my sight, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts once more. Unlike before, however, this wasn't such a bad thing. In fact, I would need my thoughts if I had any chance of coming up with a plan for this Friday to win Harper's presence back in my life.

Maybe I can't have her the way that I want her. I mused with a soft hum as I pressed the button for my floor again. But as long as she's in my life, I think I'll be happy.

***

"Mm," Harper hummed as she analyzed the half eaten Jalapeno popper between her fingers. "These are alright but they're nowhere near as good as the ones our bar makes."

"Yeah, that's true," I muttered and picked a popper from the plate of appetizers and stuck it in my mouth.

It wasn't as good as our bar's poppers but that was a small price to pay for peace of mind. Going back to our bar meant seeing Harper with that man again in my mind and if I hoped to talk to her at all tonight, I couldn't have distractions like that weighing me down.

Not that we had even attempted to broach any serious topic between us yet. From the time I had picked Harper up from her apartment, throughout the entire drive over and even going through ordering some snacks before we got drinks, the talk had been light and cheap.

I didn't know if it was because we were both afraid to go back to that place we had been at in my office last week or if Harper was merely waiting for me to have the balls to say what I needed to say but either way, we were stuck in a stalemate.

"I think I'm gonna start with a daiquiri," Harper mused as she scanned through the drink menu before flicking her gaze over to mine. "You're paying right?"

Something in Harper's eyes seemed to be begging me to understand the depth of her words. As if there were some hidden meaning sneaking in between them. At first I couldn't understand what that could possibly mean but then, after a moment, I finally got it.

My lips pulled up in a small grin as I recalled the night I met Harper. How we had argued over who would pay for drinks and how she had finally relented to let me do it when I told her I would play the gentleman and buy the first round.

"A gentleman always pays for the first round," I replied easily before slipping off my stool and buttoning my jacket. "You said you wanted a daiquiri?"

Harper smiled warmly at my response before she nodded. "That's right."

"Okay," I said and tapped a spot on the bar next to the place where her arm was resting twice. "I'll be back with that in a moment then, ma'am."

As I strolled down the bar to where an older gal was cleaning out glasses, I thought about the easy way that Harper and I were able to trade words now. How easy it was to slip right back into the dorky cheese that seemed to only exist when I was with her.

There was definitely a tug of war inside of me about Harper's reaction to everything I wanted to talk about but as I waited for the barkeep to bring back my whiskey and Harper's daiquiri, I realized those anxieties didn't mean much.

If I were to have any kind of future that included Harper in my life, I would have to be able to communicate with her. If we couldn't get over this part by talking it out now, then it wouldn't be worth trying to make anything work with her later on. There would be no purpose to it.

Understanding all of this seemed to give me a whole new sense of confidence as I made my way back over to where Harper sat with our drinks.

"Here you are, pretty lady," I said as I slid Harper's drink in front of her before slipping into the stool next to her with my whiskey in hand. "One daiquiri."

Harper took the fat glass I handed her with both hands before bringing it up to her mouth for a sip. "I've always appreciated how timely and effective you could be, Steven," she said before taking another drink. "You might want to lighten up on that pretty girl talk with someone you don't want to sleep with though."

A crease pulled at my brows while I pulled in a heavy breath that I let out in a sigh. "Yeah, that was one of, well, many things I wanted to talk to you about."

"I'm not sure if there's any need," Harper remarked with a shrug of her shoulders. "You made your feelings quite clear."

"No, that's the thing," I said as I turned in my seat to face Harper before I took a huge chance and placed a light hand on top of her forearm. "I didn't."

Harper glanced at me from the side before cocking a single brow up curiously. "No?"

"No," I said quietly, almost desperately, before I gave Harper's arm a soft squeeze. "I...I don't think I've ever been truly honest about how I feel about you."

Harper hummed in her throat before lifting her glass to take another long drink, which effectively separated her arm from my hand. To my surprise, when she placed her glass on the bar again, she took my hand in hers and linked our fingers together. I looked down at our joined hands for a few, lingering moments before I found the strength to meet her eyes again in wonder.

"I really care about you," I breathed out before squeezing her hand in mine so I could feel the comfort of her skin against mine.

Harper nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering at this sudden and surprising--to me at least--confession before she said, "I know."

"Y-You...you know?" I stuttered in surprise.

"Of course," Harper scoffed. "Anyone with eyes could see the way you look at me."

I didn't really know how to process what she was saying to me, so I merely blinked in confusion and stared at Harper blankly.

"That's why it didn't make sense when you said that you didn't want me anymore," Harper mused, continuing on as if she hadn't even acknowledged my vacant expression. "I mean, your dick was hard before I even touched it so I knew you still wanted me. Which is why all that shit you started saying didn't make any sense."

I had always thought that I was pretty good at keeping my cards pretty close to my vest but when it came to Harper, she seemed to see right through me as if I was cellophane.

"That's because it's...complicated," I muttered when I finally found my words again.

"It usually is," Harper agreed. "But I'm a smart girl so I'm sure I can keep up."

I knew that Harper was smart and that she could easily keep up with anything I told her. That wasn't my worry about this whole ordeal. What I worried about was being laughed at or told to fuck off when I said what I needed to say.

Regardless of how I felt, I made a promise to myself to just be honest about what was going on with me. I would put all my cards on the table and wherever they laid is where they would stay.

"I saw you at the bar last Saturday," I began finally in a low, husky voice.

Just thinking about that night again made me sigh and grab for my drink with a greedy gulp before I was setting it back down and looking at Harper knowingly.

"And then I saw the other guy."

"Ah," Harper said in understanding. "So it's not complicated at all. You're just jealous."

"Well, yeah," I agreed. "That was the easy part for me to identify. It was everything else that laid underneath the jealousy that really confused me."

Harper arched a brow up at this explanation as she drank the last of her daiquiri before she set it down and set me with an intrigued stare.

"Do you want me to get you another?" I asked with a nod toward Harper's glass.

"Maybe in a minute," Harper said, her voice low and focused. "I wanna hear what you have to say first."

"Right," I muttered and looked down at my hands, circling my drink as if it were some kind of talisman of protection, before I cleared my throat and said, "I love fucking you. You do know that, right?"

Harper nodded once. "I do, yes."

"And I definitely miss that aspect of, you know," I motioned between Harper and I weakly, "us. But I miss everything else so much more. I didn't think I would but then it happened and I felt really empty and-"

"Wait a second," Harper interrupted me as she raised her palm up to my face. "What do you mean by 'everything else.'"

I shrugged. "You know. Everything else we did. Crossword puzzles at lunch and exchanging stupid notes in my drop box and end of the week drinks at Hops and Barley's and driving around after sundown."

My voice gradually dropped as I spoke until it was no more than a murmur. "I miss all of that just as much as the things we did behind closed doors." I shrugged again. "I don't know. I might even miss them more."

"Wow," Harper breathed, her brows lifting so high that they disappeared in her mahogany bangs. "I...wasn't expecting that."

"What were you expecting?" I asked.

Harper shook her head and laughed under her breath. "I have no idea but it definitely wasn't all of that."

My brows pulled together tightly. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No!" Harper said quickly and squeezed my hand in hers, something that felt so natural that I had completely forgotten that we were even holding hands. "No, it's just that...well, no one has ever felt that way about me before. At least, not to my knowledge."

"That's hard for me to believe," I said with a little chuckle against the rim of my glass before I took a long swig.

"Oh?" Harper inquired with one of her perfectly manicured brows arched in question.

"Yeah," I said and placed my drink back down on the bar. "If anyone ever knew the real you it would be impossible not to fall for you. I mean, I don't even get involved with people and it still happened to me."

"Well I definitely know that no one has ever fallen for me, as you so eloquently put it," Harper remarked with another laugh and ran her finger along the glass of her empty daiquiri.

I looked at her with knowing eyes and smiled. If she only knew what she did to people. I had to hold back a chuckle at the sudden follow up thought that trailed after the first. Probably for the best though. Harper doesn't need to harness that power. She'd just become an even more unstoppable force.

"I think you'd be surprised at what you don't know," I said in a low husk before I swiped her empty glass from between her hands and leapt off the stool so I could fetch her a refill.

By the time I returned with a fresh daiquiri for Harper, the look of surprise was wiped from her face. In its place was a thoughtful expression, as if she were deeply considering something she wasn't quite sure about.

"Here you are, ma'am," I said as I placed the new drink in front of Harper.

Instead of thanking me or flashing that appreciative smile that made me melt inside, Harper only turned those contemplative eyes toward me and hummed.

"So what happens now?" she asked after a long moment of staring and searching my face.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, as you said, you've fallen for me and I can imagine between that and the jealousy you're expecting me to be exclusive to just you," Harper bobbed her head back and forth in consideration before she turned an unapologetic stare up to me. "And I just can't do that."

"I know," I said in a soft, understanding voice.

I did know that Harper would never be able to commit to me but I was a bit surprised at how easily I was able to say the words. After all the pain and frustration I had felt over the last week I thought that admitting such a thing might just kill me. Somehow, I survived the truth though.

"Okay," Harper said before she breathed out a big sigh and looked at me with soft eyes. "What does that mean for us then? Obviously I won't push you if you don't wanna keep playing around but I won't lie, I'm gonna miss that big dick of yours if that's what you wanna do."

I let out a light chuckle and shook my head. "No, I think I'm mature enough to understand that I can have fun with you and not have you," I said and shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be hard but it definitely beats the hell out of the alternative."

Harper's trademark brow went up. "Which is?"

I picked up my glass and finished the contents inside of it before I stood up and trailed my free hand along Harper's naked neck. "Never getting to touch you again," I husked next to her ear.

"Mm," Harper hummed and bit her lip.

Another soft chuckle rumbled out of me before I turned to walk away. Before I could get very far, however, Harper caught me by the sleeve of my jacket and pulled me back.

"Wait a second," Harper said and looked up at me with inquisitive eyes.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"So with everything you were saying, that would make us like friends with benefits or something, right?" Harper asked before cocking her head to the side in the cutest way.

"Sure, if you wanna put a label on it," I remarked.

"Okay," Harper said, mostly to herself, before she released my sleeve and shooed me off with one hand. "You can go now."

I rolled my eyes at the permission I was given from my twenty four year old lover before I walked down the bar to get my second drink of the night. I wondered if there would be a change of topic after what we had discussed or if it was going to keep going down the road it was on until some charge sparked between us. Now that all the hard stuff was over--for now, at least--I found myself thinking that either option was fine as long as I was with Harper.

"So," Harper drawled when I slid back into my seat next to her.

"So," I repeated before taking a little sip from my whiskey.

Harper looked over at me and smiled widely, not a sly smile or a sexy one but the smile of my friend--the one that I had missed so much over this last week.

"Did you hear about what happened to Kelly in payroll?" Harper asked enthusiastically. "You know that ditzy girl that works with the chick that's got the hots for you."

"Linda," I supplied easily before smiling at Harper.

"Mm-hm, her," Harper hummed.

"No, I didn't hear," I said and put my hand up on the bar so I could lean my weight against it. "You wanna tell me the latest gossip?"

Harper's smile grew at this response before she scooped my hand back up in hers.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a wistful sigh before she put her game face back on. "Okay. So, here's what happened..."

***

I never thought I'd ever see Harper in my bed. Especially with the events that had happened last week which kept us from even speaking to each other. But now that I was looking down at her sprawled out across my covers--a big smile on her face and the skirt of her dress riding up so high on one thigh that I could see the edge of her panties--I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

It wasn't like I planned to bring her back to my place tonight. Hell, I hadn't even planned to make a move on her. I was too excited to be with her again to care about anything like that.

None of that mattered when Harper looked up at me with that devious twinkle dancing in her eyes and the sly, knowing smile that me and my dick were so familiar with though.

When I saw what she was thinking in that gaze, I couldn't stop myself from asking her back to my apartment. Harper was more than eager to accept my invitation. So much so that she practically pushed me out of the door of the establishment and into my car so I could take us where we could be alone.

Harper was an adorable, giggling mess when I let her in the front door of my condo. She twirled around the big, open living room and commented on the artwork across my walls for a few minutes before she grabbed both of my hands and begged me to show her where my room was. There was no way that I could say no to such a polite request so I scooped her up in my arms and walked her back to my bedroom before I set her down in the same spot she laid in now.

"You're so beautiful," I said in a low rasp as I loosened my tie enough to slip it over my head.

Harper took her bottom lip between her teeth and clamped her legs together while she wiggled around on the bed. "You think so?"

I nodded slowly while my fingers worked through the buttons of my shirt at a quick, controlled pace. "I do," I murmured as I slipped the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. "I think you're very beautiful, baby girl."

"Mm," Harper hummed before she rolled onto her stomach and crawled over to the edge of the bed where I was standing. "Well I," she said as she reached out for my pants, "think you're very handsome, daddy."

"I'm glad you think so," I said before sinking my fingers into Harper's hair--their favorite place to rest besides her shapely ass.

"It's true, daddy," Harper said, her voice turning deathly serious to match the intense stare she had turned up to my face. Her hands, however, seemed to have a much more lighthearted train of thought with the way they were slowly unzipping my slacks.

"What do you think you're doing there, princess?" I asked before gripping tighter into Harper's hair and exposing her neck for me.

Harper grinned playfully and wiggled around in her spot. "Nothing," she murmured as her hand started to feel outside of my boxers curiously.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief. "'Cause it doesn't feel like nothing. Feels like a whole lot of something."

"Mm," Harper hummed as she finally got her greedy hand around my mostly soft cock. "Maybe a little something," Harper said while she eased me out of my slacks with a lick of her lips. "That I'm gonna make a big something."

"Uh-huh. Show me how big you can make it, sweetheart," I husked as I guided her face closer to my dick.

Harper happily opened her mouth to accept my cock, easily taking the whole thing in its semi soft state. I growled in my chest at the sensation of her warm mouth engulfing me before I started to pump my hips against her gently.

"God," I groaned while my fingers tightened in her hair until Harper whimpered below me. "Mm, sorry 'bout that, baby girl. I just missed this mouth so much that I can't," I rammed my cock into her throat a little harder, "help," a little faster, "but get," I held her head against my belly, where I felt her sucking in quick, warm breaths through her nose, "excited."

When I finally let go of Harper's head, she looked up at me with a sloppy, drooly smile. "That's okay, daddy," she said in a delirious voice. "I like it when you're rough with me."

"Good," I said and released a hand from her hair which wrapped itself around her throat before I slammed my cock back into her mouth and squeezed the parts of Harper I held with both hands.

It was incredible to see my cock sliding completely in and out of her mouth with such ease. I could see the way it bulged in her throat and I could feel it in the hand wrapped around her neck. Occasionally I would squeeze Harper's throat as my cock passed against my palm. Every time I did I could feel my dick growing and filling Harper's throat a little bit more.

"That's my good girl," I cooed as I eased my cock, stiff and fully erect now, out of Harper's obedient mouth. "Look at what a good job you did."

"Mm," Harper hummed before she took her bottom lip between her teeth and ran her fingers along my saliva coated cock. "You're so big when you're hard, daddy."

"I am," I said and leaned down to take her sloppy lips against mine. "And it's all for you, princess."

Harper wiggled in excitement and smiled up at me broadly as she grasped my cock in her small hand. "Good."

"Although," I drawled as I idly pumped my dick into Harper's grasping hand. "You're not even close to being prepped for this big cock yet."

Harper pouted her bottom lip out and scowled. "I don't need to prep, daddy. I can take it."

"Maybe," I said and stepped back so I slipped out of Harper's hand before I unbuttoned my pants, pushed them down and kicked them off. "But I still think I want to get you ready my way."

"Mm," Harper hummed before she let out an exasperated sigh and rolled over onto her back. "Okay, daddy. Do what you will."

I let out a throaty chuckle at this show of dramatics from Harper before I slipped my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them to the ground. Harper eyed my naked form up and down as I got on the bed and crawled up to her slowly, my predator's grin growing the closer I got.

"You seem to be a little overdressed for this party, princess," I murmured as I propped myself over top of Harper before I fingered the slippery material of her skimpy black dress. "We're gonna have to do something about that."

"What're you gonna do?" Harper asked with a big grin as she reached out to run her fingers through the hair on my chest.

The pleasant tingles her nails left on my skin as they scraped up and down, gently tugging on the hairs with each pass, made me want to purr in pleasure. No one had ever touched me like that before. A shame, really, because it felt amazing.

"Mm," I growled in my throat, a response to the sensations her fingertips were causing on my chest, before both my hands grabbed at the top of her dress and split it down the middle.

"Oh my God," Harper gasped in surprise, completely out of character from her typical role, as she sat up and turned her wide, awestruck eyes up to me. "That was one of my favorite dresses."

"I'm sorry, baby," I husked as I looked down at Harper, the torn material of her dress hanging loosely on either side of her which easily exposed every part except the bits covered in a cute lacy pink lingerie. "I'll buy you a bunch of pretty dresses to replace it."

Harper's pout was back. "You promise?"

"Of course," I murmured and ran a finger from Harper's collarbone down to the waistband of her panties. My eyes watched the trail my digit took until its end, which is when they flicked back up to Harper's half lidded ones. "How else would I get an excuse to rip it all off you again?"

"Daddy!" Harper squealed and slapped my chest with both hands. "You can't just rip up all of my dresses!"

"Oh yeah?" I said with a cocked brow up. "Who's gonna stop me?

In a flash, I took both of Harper's wrists in my hands and slammed them above her head. She gasped in surprise but I quickly cut it off by plunging my tongue into Harper's mouth and dominating her with a kiss. Immediately she relaxed against my strong hands, easily submitting to me, before bucking her hips up to meet me hard cock with a moan of want.

"Doesn't sound like you're gonna do anything about it," I chuckled against her lips before releasing her wrists so my hands could explore the soft skin of her body.

"Uh-uh," Harper breathed and shook her head, just for good measure. "Daddy can do anything he wants to me."

"Yes I can," I husked before kissing her softly. "And right now, daddy wants to explore every inch of you, baby girl."

My hands shot up from where they had been lingering on her hips to cup Harper's breasts through her bra. She bit her lower lip and thrust her chest out while she squirmed around and stared up at me with those big blue gray eyes.

"You wanna feel my titties?" Harper asked, almost shyly.

I stared at her intently and nodded, even as my hand went under her back to unclasp the material that kept her breasts hidden from me.

"Yes. I do," I said softly and pulled the bra away from Harper so that her chest was bare to me.

Harper's breasts were small and pert--just a little less than a handful each--capped with light pink nipples that were already hard and pointed. I licked my lips as I took in the sight of this part of Harper, which I had felt but never seen, before I reached a hand out to brush against one of her stiff nipples with my thumb.

"Fuck," Harper cried as she grabbed my forearm and arched her back up to push my hand harder against her chest.

I chuckled at this enthusiasm before I took her whole breast in my hand and ran circles around her hard peak with a teasing motion of my thumb. "You like that, baby?"

"Mm-hm," Harper moaned with her bottom lip between her teeth. "I never get my titties touched."

My brows raised in surprise at this declaration from Harper. How could anyone not want to feel her tits up? They're so warm and soft and... I pressed my thumb into her nipple roughly, eliciting another low moan from Harper that made me grin. They pull all kinds of cute noises out of her when you play with them.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore, princess," I murmured as I dipped my head to kiss along her collarbone and down to the divide between her breasts before I flicked my gaze back up to hers. "'Cause I have a feeling I'm gonna love your tits."

Harper opened her mouth to say something but I quickly silenced her by taking one of her nipples--the one that wasn't being slowly tortured by my thumb--into my mouth.

Both of Harper's hands dug into my hair while a low, drawn out moan slipped past her lips. She slowly tightened her fingers in my hair, as if testing how far she could push, while holding me steady against her chest--just in case I got any ideas about pulling away from her.

"Oh my God," Harper breathed in disbelief. "Oh...my God."

"Does that feel good? How about this?" I asked in a low pant before licking around her nipple and then flicking my tongue back and forth along it quickly.

Harper bucked up with quick little thrusts of her hips that pushed her stiff clitty against my throbbing cock before she moaned, "Yes. Oh my God, yes. It feels so good, daddy."

I nibbled along her nipple while I tugged gently on the other one between my thumb and forefinger. "Tell me how good it feels to have daddy sucking on your tits, princess."

"So good," Harper mewled and pushed herself back against my cock so I could feel the growing wet spot across the front of her panties before she looked up at me with pitiful eyes and whimpered, "I think I'm gonna cum, daddy."

I twisted the nipple between my fingers roughly and bit down on the other so hard that Harper cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Well we can't have that," I said and pulled away from her tits abruptly before I began to shimmy the shredded dress down her body and off the bed.

"What?" Harper exclaimed and sat up in surprise.

I cocked a brow up and pursed my lips before saying, "At least not yet."

"Oh," Harper said and laid back with a breath of relief.

"You don't think I'd really leave you unsatisfied, do you?" I asked Harper as I scooted backward on the bed before placing a hand on her thigh.

"Mm, no," Harper murmured and rubbed her thighs together before looking up at me from under her thick lashes. "But it wouldn't be the first time it happened if you did."

My brows came together in a tight line over my eyes as I stared down into her sweet gaze of desire. Too many fucking scumbags have had their way with her. A frown pulled my lips down while I gritted my teeth. And it's likely that there's still more out there that'll use her and abuse her. I reached out and touched Harper's cheek gently with the back of my hand. But not with me. Never with me.

"I'll always satisfy you, baby girl. However you need me," I said softly and then leaned in for a lingering kiss to her lips.

"Always is a lot, daddy," Harper said against my lips between soft kisses.

"It is," I agreed and slid my hand up her thigh to touch her hard little clitty. "And I've got such a needy girl that needs to be satisfied, don't I?"

Harper bucked up against my searching hand with a gasp while she nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh."

A predatory grin tugged at my lips while my hand moved further up to take the waistband of Harper's panties in my grasp. She wiggled and squirmed underneath as I tugged the lacy material down her thighs until they were laying on the floor with all of our other garments.

"Mm," I hummed deep in my chest as I took in the glorious image of Harper's naked figure sprawled out underneath me on my bed. "There's my girl."

There was a subtle pink blush that rose to Harper's cheeks at this remark that I didn't quite understand. To be fair, I barely gave it half a glance before my eyes were crawling over every other inch of her body. All of the things I had never been able to see in the cramped, dark, public places that we always chose to fuck in.

"What're you gonna do to me now, daddy?" Harper asked in a small voice. She had her arms tucked in between her breasts with her hands propped under her chin in an adorably innocent pose as she inquired just what I wanted to do to her slim, petite body.

We both knew what my plans were and they were nowhere near as innocent as Harper was attempting to look right now. I appreciated her playing the part though. It just made my dick that much harder.

"What I already told you I was gonna do," I said as I slid my hands from their resting place on Harper's hips down to the underside of her thighs. I then proceeded to push Harper's legs back into her chest, forcing her to roll back on her spine for me and expose her cute little ass. "I've gotta get your pussy ready for my big, fat cock."

I looked down at that adorable rosebud, which was clenching and unclenching in anticipation for me, and licked my lips in anticipation. Ever since the first time I had tried eating Harper out, I had fallen in love with the act. Truth be told, I was actually a little suspicious that I may have had an addiction kindling.

No way to be sure without a second taste though... I mused before diving between Harper's spread cheeks with my tongue out.

"Fuck," Harper cried as she grabbed at the bed with desperate hands.

I nodded and hummed in my throat as I circled her hole with the flat of my tongue before plunging the tip inside of her. Harper let out a long, drawn out moan as my tongue pushed inside, deeper and deeper until my whole mouth was resting against the warm skin of her tight ass.

"Oh, God," Harper whimpered. "Don't stop. Please, please don't stop."

I had no plan to, beautiful.

A content hum resonated in my throat as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to really enjoy Harper. My tongue speared in and out of her hole, occasionally diving in as far as I could possibly reach before I wiggled the tip around inside. This never failed to make Harper yelp and jump in my grasp--or to make me press her legs harder against her chest with a growl to keep her in place.

After countless minutes of tongue fucking Harper's ass until she was a squirming, whimpering mess, I decided that it was time to take things to the next level.

I pulled back from Harper with a hum and looked at the coating of saliva that I had left all over her backside. My cock twitched and I could feel a bit of precum oozing out as I looked at her sloppy hole--which was only bound to get sloppier as the night went on--before pressing a finger against her that easily slipped inside.

"You're so eager for me tonight," I cooed as I pulled my finger back before pumping it back into her roughly.

"I love feeling your fingers in me," Harper whined and bucked her hips up--a futile effort since my strong hands kept her in place.

"I know. You get so hungry for them, don't you, princess?" I asked her as I brought up my middle finger to join the index in teasing the ring of Harper's hole. "I bet you're ready for more than just one already, aren't you?"

Harper wiggled in her spot and tried to push her cute butt out for me while she hummed desperately, "Mm-hm!"

"Yeah?" I asked in a low voice. "You like being filled with daddy's big, thick fingers?"

I let out a throaty chuckle as I lined both of my digits up with Harper's hole before I began to slowly push inside. Despite my steady pace, Harper's body was so desperate for me that she pushed against me and practically sucked my fingers all the way inside of her round, plush ass.

"Fuck, you must," I groaned as I looked down at my digits, buried inside of her to the knuckle. "Your pussy just devoured my fingers, baby girl."

Harper whimpered and did that wiggly, hip bucking dance again while she looked up at me with big, pathetic eyes. "I need my pussy filled, daddy."

"Mm, you do," I growled in my throat before leaning down to circle my tongue around Harper's hole while my fingers pumped in and out of her slowly.

"Ah!" Harper cried and grabbed at the back of my neck with both hands.

I wanted to taunt her and tease her and prolong the inevitable until she couldn't take anymore. I wanted to ask if she liked that while I played with her clitty in a slow, tortuous way. I wanted to go as slow as I could until she was begging for it faster, more, harder, rougher.

Despite all of those strong desires, my need to demolish Harper with her own pleasure stood at the number one spot of my priorities. So I didn't do anything but push my face into her ass as much as I could and saw my fingers in at a strong and steady pace while she cried out her pleasure under me.

"Feels so good, daddy," Harper moaned while her hands tugged at my hair with restless fingers.

Mm, I bet it does, baby girl. Gonna feel even better when I get my cock inside of you. I growled in my throat at the sensation of my dick twitching in response to my thoughts. God I miss being in that pussy. So warm. So tight. Feels so good to have her clenching around my dick and choking it till I cum like a fucking firehouse all over her insides-

A warm drop of liquid fell onto the bridge of my nose and startled me out of my thoughts. I blinked my eyes open and looked up to see Harper's hard clitty bouncing in time with her jogging hips. At the very tip of her cute, stiff, little member there was a bit of precum oozing out.

My free hand--the one that didn't have two digits buried inside Harper's ass--reached up to wipe the thick substance from my nose before holding it in front of my eyes to inspect it. I ran the bit of precum between my thumb and forefinger for a few seconds, marveling at the slick, slippery nature of the substance, before I decided that I needed to give it a try.

I pulled my tongue from Harper's hole, which earned me a whine of protest from her, before I brought my fingers to my mouth and slipped them inside. There really wasn't much for me to taste from the tiny bit that lingered on my tongue but I could tell that it was salty and musky, with just a hint of sweetness hiding somewhere under the stronger flavors.

"D-Daddy?" Harper asked in a small voice.

"Hm?" I hummed in question as I turned my face up to hers with my index finger and thumb still jammed in my mouth.

Harper stared at me with wide eyes, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she didn't say anything. I waited to understand what could possibly be wrong with her for several seconds but she only blinked and stared. This probably would have gone on for a lot longer than it did but I couldn't stop looking down at her clitty, twitching and leaking out precum as it anticipated what I was going to do to her soon.

The longer I stared at the spot between Harper's thighs, the more my curiosity grew. I wonder what it would taste like to just lick her precum right up from the source. Or...hm...I wonder what she would feel like in my mouth...

Without much more thought than that, I leaned my neck up so I could suck Harper's clitty into my mouth. The moment my mouth engulfed her, Harper let out a low, ragged breath that almost sounded like a sob. When I flicked my eyes up to check on Harper she looked more than okay, though. In fact, she looked as if she were about to have some kind of religious experience with the way her mouth hung open and her eyes widened.

I'd never done anything like what I was doing with Harper now but that was starting to become a trend with us. She made me want to try things I'd never even thought about trying and before I knew it I was completely addicted and hungering to pleasure her body in whatever new and fun way I was obsessed with currently. With the way that her clitty throbbed and twitched in my mouth while it drooled precum, I had an idea that this was going to become my new favorite obsession to tease and please Harper with.

"Daddy! Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum!" Harper wailed and jerked her hips erratically against my mouth and fingers.

Before I could really comprehend what Harper was telling me, I felt what she was saying. Small bursts of milky cum shot from her clitty and splashed against my tongue. As the substance sat on my tongue I realized that it was all the same flavors I had tasted in her precum, only more intense--which only made it more appealing somehow.

"Oh fuck," Harper groaned softly. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Mm.

I let Harper's cum linger in my mouth for a few moments while I watched her spasm and tense as her orgasm faded away. As soon as she let out the huge sigh that told me the high was beginning to subside, I slipped my fingers from her tight ass and spread her cheeks so I could see how her hole clenched and unclenched for me.

"God, daddy," Harper sighed as her hands, which had been buried in my hair throughout her orgasm, slipped down to cup my cheeks. "That was amazing. No one has ever done that for me before."

"Mm," I hummed, my eyes still focused on Harper's cute hole, before I let her cum slip past my lips in a line down to her clenching asshole.

Harper let out a shaky breath as she watched the slick deposit fall from my mouth and onto her warm hole before she flicked her half lidded eyes up to mine.

"I'm glad you liked that," I husked as I pushed down on her thighs as I scooted close enough to lay my cock between her ass cheeks. "But we're nowhere near done, princess."

Harper whimpered at the feeling of my heavy cock sliding in between her cheeks, teasing her hole with the weight of my shaft while my fingers flexed and gripped on the back of her thighs. She acted nervous and squirmy now but I knew that her tune would be changing once the head of my cock slipped inside of her.

She always seems to change her tune with my cock inside her. I mused as I pushed down on the base of my dick so the head would be lined up with Harper's hole. Even if she's already had a cum, she's still so hungry for a big, juicy cock in her pussy.

I eased my cock into Harper slowly. She was lubricated enough after all of my tonguing for me to slide the head in easier than I would have expected to be possible. Maybe she prepped before coming to see me...? I wondered briefly as I watched inches of my cock disappear inside of Harper until she was a mewling, moaning mess of a girl.

"Fuck I've missed this pussy," I groaned once I bottomed out inside of Harper. "So warm and tight." I slid my cock out before slamming back home inside of her. "Grips me so good." I thrust in and out of her three times before I squeezed her thighs and growled in my throat. "Fits my cock just like a perfect little sleeve."

"Fuck, yes," Harper rasped deliriously while her hips jerked of their own accord. "Use my holes like a cock sleeve, daddy. Make me your perfect little fuck toy."

I wasn't unfamiliar with Harper's particular brand of dirty talk--which could make you cum just from listening to it--but this was turning into a whole new level of filth tonight. It got me so excited that my hips began to thrust in and out of her faster while I leaned back and angled up, desperately searching for that spot inside Harper that would turn her into jelly.

It was impossible to miss the moment when my cock finally nudged Harper's spot for the first time. Her eyes went wide and her whole body tensed up for a second before she let everything go with a ragged sigh. This was the reaction I had been waiting for. The one that never failed to bring a predatory grin to my lips.

"How does it feel when I fuck your g-spot, baby girl?" I asked her in a throaty husk while I fucked her with short thrusts that probed at her special spot.

"So good, daddy. So, so, fucking good," Harper whimpered and bucked her hips up against my strokes.

I was entranced with the way her cute clitty bounced and flopped with every powerful thrust of my hips. It was stiff again, and probably hungry for another cum too. Harper made no move to touch herself and help the process along, however. Unless I told her to, she seemed to prefer cumming from feeling me inside of her alone.

It was unclear if she actually liked it more than stroking herself to finish or if she felt as if she had something to prove to me, but I did know that it never failed to make me cum explosively when I could get Harper off using just my cock.

"Jesus, daddy," Harper grunted as she laced her fingers into my chest hair. "You really wanna make me cum again, don't you?"

I pulled my cock almost entirely out of Harper's pussy before I slammed it back home against her spot--which elicited a long, low moan from her--and flicked my eyes into her dazed ones.

"I really do, yes," I growled before going back to the short punctuated thrusts that slammed her spot into oblivion. "Wanna see you spurt all over your cute belly and tits right before I fill your pussy up with a big load of cum."

Harper's tongue lolled out while she held my gaze with her lust darkened eyes and nodded in agreement to everything I was saying.

"Yes, please," Harper panted. "Wanna feel your cum inside me."

I had no idea how I held my balls back after hearing Harper say those words while looking right in my eyes, but somehow I did. What I didn't do, however, was give any more fucks about going slow or taunting anymore. I wanted to drill Harper, slam my cock head into her spot and squeeze her thighs in my hands while I pumped a bunch of cum in her.

And so that's exactly what I did.

In the blink of an eye, Harper went from teasing me with sexy words to having her eyes roll in the back of her head while her jaw unhinged as a result to my brutal fucking. I pressed down hard on her thighs and gripped the meat in my big hands while I lifted myself up enough to really drive my cock into her hard.

Harper was reduced to no more than a panting, moaning and mewling pile of puddy when I started to really rough fuck her. She bucked her hips against me--although it was easy to see that this was no more than instinct--while her clitty drooled precum into her belly button like a leaky faucet. Watching her look so helpless underneath me, easily taking my thick cock like she was made for me, caused my balls to tighten and yank at an invisible thread in my gut.

Fuck me. I don't know how much longer I can hold back if I keep fucking her like this...

"Steven!" Harper breathed before she let out a loud moan and yanked at my chest hair.

I hissed out a breath of pain while I watched Harper's hips buck up against mine before her whole body froze in that arched back position. My cock continued to pump inside of her hard and rough while I watched her stiff, tense body suck in shallow breaths. Then, all at once, her muscles relaxed and her clitty erupted all over her tits.

Seeing strings of Harper's white, milky cum painting her chest was such an unexpected turn on that my cock throbbed twice before I shot loads of my own cum inside of her. I moaned at the sensation of her ass clenching me through my orgasm, milking every last drop of cum from me, before I dropped my hands away from her thighs and leaned forward so I could lick and suck all over her chest while my cock twitched out the last of my orgasm.

It was still a bit of a surprise that I found Harper so good to taste but I had no shame in it. I already desired every part of her, why would this be any different? If it belonged to Harper, I wanted it, craved it, hunted it down and eventually--always--got it.

"Daddy," Harper whined and ran her fingers up my neck to cup my face and pull it from my chest.

"Hm?" I hummed, dazed and delirious from the power of my orgasm and feasting on Harper's cum.

One of Harper's hands came up to my hair and tugged it lightly while her other ran across the rough stubble along my cheek. "Kiss me," she breathed.

I grinned and raised one hand to Harper's face so I could cup her jaw in my big hand before I leaned down to kiss her gently. There was still some of Harper's deposit on my lips when I kissed her, something she noticed when she licked her lips and caught a taste of herself. Her tongue ran back and forth over the spot on her lower lip where she had tasted herself before a guttural moan reverberated in her throat as she pulled me back for a deeper kiss.

Harper wasted no time plunging her tongue in my mouth and laving it all over mine to collect all of the cum I had already licked off her chest. She was greedy for it, going so far as to suck my tongue in her mouth to make sure that she got every drop before releasing me from her lips breathlessly.

"God," I panted as I watched her licking her lips again. "You really are a cum slut, aren't you?"

"Mm," Harper moaned again and pumped her hips against my softening cock. "You have no idea, daddy."

"I think I'm starting to get one," I chuckled before leaning back so I could slip my cock out.

Harper made a discontent sound, the same one she always made when I left her hole empty, before she reached up to pull me down on the bed. Between her tugging hands and my inability to get any traction on the covers, I went spilling to the bed on my back with another throaty chuckle.

It took Harper no time at all to take advantage of my newly prone position by leaping on top of me face down. I could feel the sticky deposit of her cum against my belly but I didn't pay much mind to it. If I had things my way Harper would be taking a shower with me after I caught my breath and we would get dirty all over again while we washed each other clean.

"How was that?" I asked Harper in a low murmur while I ran my fingers through her soft, mahogany hair.

Harper moaned softly and nuzzled her head into my hand while she wiggled on top of me in an attempt to find the perfect comfy spot.

"The best," Harper sighed before turning her pretty blue gray eyes up to mine. "Like it always is with you."

I grinned broadly at this compliment before I leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. "I think so too."

There was a beat of silence between us before Harper turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone. "Thank you," she murmured.

My brows furrowed and I cocked my head curiously as I looked down at the mane of hair that was suddenly hiding Harper's pretty face from me.

"For what, baby girl?" I asked her and let my hands comb down her hair in a gentle stroking motion.

Harper hummed softly before she finally turned to look at me again, this time with shy eyes and a light pink blush covering her cheeks. "Just, everything," Harper said with a shrug. "Everything we did together and everything you did...to me."

"Oh," I said in a voice of surprise. This only lasted a moment before my lips were pulling back up in a grin, however. "You don't need to thank me for that, baby. I loved taking care of you."

"Well, you know," Harper mumbled with another shrug. "You'd be the first."

My brows, which had just begun to loosen, tightened back into a line over my eyes. I'm the first to what? Want to touch her? Make her feel good? Treat her with the affection and adoration she deserves?

"Yeah, well," I said and cleared my throat, "I could be the last too."

Harper smiled broadly. "Very smooth, sexy."

It was my turn to shrug. "What can I say?" I muttered and looked away.

It was only a gentle rejection but after everything we did--and how good I could tell it made her feel--it stung pretty damn hard.

"You can say that you're incredibly handsome," Harper murmured and ran her hands up my chest to my broad shoulders and down my muscled arms. "That you're an amazing lover and you always take care of me." She looked up at me from under her thick lashes with a coy stare. "Should I keep going?"

"No, that's okay. I think you fed my ego enough. It really doesn't have much of an appetite, after all," I said and then let out an awkward laugh just before I felt the hot blush rush up the back of my neck.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," Harper said with a throaty hum before she leaned up to take my lips against hers.

"That's the third time you've commented on my attractiveness in the last five minutes," I husked against her lips before I kissed them twice. "If I didn't know any better I might start wondering if you had a little crush on me."

"Steven, baby, love."

My heart skipped a beat when Harper said the word love and I had to refocus quickly so I didn't miss the words she was preparing to say next.

"I have the biggest crush on you," Harper said enthusiastically. "You're hunky. You're handsome. You have a big, thick cock and you actually know how to use it. And you spoil the shit out of me on top of all that."

I sighed ruefully. "I do do that."

"I mean, I don't want to over inflate your ego and make it explode but you're kind of the perfect guy, Steven," Harper said with a soft endearing smile before she shrugged and said something that made her complimentary words even better. "At least I think you're the perfect guy."

It made my heart warm and my chest puff out in pride to hear Harper say something like that about me but it also confused the hell out of me. I couldn't understand how Harper could look at me as if I were such a perfect guy but not want to be with me. It was hard to wrap my head around but I forced myself to find peace in this confusion and just take the compliment despite my inability to understand.

Did I want Harper to be mine and mine alone? Of course I did. But if I couldn't have that, then being her favorite lover in the harem would just have to be the next best thing.

"Well you're the perfect girl for me," I murmured before kissing her forehead softly. "So I'd say all of that tracks."

Harper giggled and snuggled in closer to me again before she laid her head on my chest and looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers. "I didn't know that I was your perfect girl, daddy."

I rolled my eyes with a chuckle before I laid a bunch of kisses across her forehead. "Well I wouldn't let just any girl call me daddy, silly."

Usually forehead kisses made Harper adorable and melty but her face was blank as she looked up at me with a speculative stare. "Only I get to?" she asked with a cocked brow.

"No. The four other princesses stuffed in the back of my closet call me daddy too," I replied sarcastically.

Harper scowled and flared her nostrils at this response so I sighed and amended my original statement.

"You're the only girl in my life, Harper," I said with a more serious tone than I had used in my previous words. "So I think it's pretty safe to say that you're the only one that calls me daddy."

"Oh," Harper said softly before she arranged her expression with a sly smile and devious eyes aimed up at me. "Good. That means I don't have to share you with anyone else."

I wish I could say the same about you...

"Nope," I said and shook my head. "I'm all yours."

Harper squeezed me tighter to her and kissed my chest and neck all over, taking the prize that I openly gave her. Despite the casual ease that Harper wanted for our quote unquote relationship, I could feel the adoration and endearment in each of the kisses she laid on me. They were possessive and loving, as if she really did want to claim me all for herself. A fate that I would accept willingly.

"If I'm you're only girl and you have all this extra time to spend," Harper drawled as she walked her fingers along my chest while she nuzzled her nose into the crook of my neck.

"Yes?" I encouraged and wound my fingers in her hair to keep her close.

"Maybe you could take me to get another dress tomorrow?" Harper suggested with those big eyes looking up at me again. "I mean, you did mess mine all up and now I don't have anything to wear..."

A guilt trip, huh? I mused with an entertained grin. She could have just asked politely but alright. This works too.

"I did do that," I said and nodded sagely. "I guess there's no choice but to put you in one of my shirts until we can get you another pretty dress."

"Silly daddy," Harper sighed and shook her head. "I can't go out wearing one of your shirts."

"Why not?" I asked, feeling the sting of rejection beginning to blossom in my chest already.

Harper looked up at me with a raise of her brows. "Do you really want someone else to see me in one of your shirts?" she asked. "Half buttoned and hanging off my shoulder. My hair still a mess from the fuck you gave me the night before."

My cock twitched in response to the picture she painted with her words. I could practically see her in the charcoal button up I had stripped off earlier. Three sizes too big and hanging off her petite frame in the perfect way to show off all my favorite parts of her.

No... I definitely don't want anyone else to see Harper like that...

"Yeah, that's fair," I sighed and looked down at her longingly. "I guess I'll have to find something I can bundle you up in before I deliver you back home."

"Or," Harper drawled while she idly played with the hair on my chest in the way that made my toes curl. "We could do all of that in the morning."

I cocked a brow up. "You wanna stay the night?" I asked incredulously. "I didn't really think you were the type."

"I'm not," Harper said and then grinned up at me just before she tugged on one of my nipples.

Having never had my nipples played with before--or even touched beyond random brushes of my hand against my chest--I didn't expect it to feel so good. But when Harper tugged on my nipple, I found my cock stiffening at the electricity of the sensations.

"You're different though," Harper murmured while she lazily circled my nipple with her index finger. "I break all my normal rules with you."

I looked down at Harper--who seemed to be more than content to play with my chest hair and nipples--and smiled at her warmly. It was reassuring to know that I really was special in her eyes. That there was something between the two of us that neither could ignore.

It doesn't matter who she goes out and sees. It doesn't matter how they look at her or feel her up or fuck her. None of them will ever have the connection that she and I have, so none of them mean a thing.

I sighed softly and kissed Harper's forehead. If I'm realizing it now, it can't be long before she sees it too. I can wait it out that long. Especially when it's just a matter of time...

"You and me both, baby girl."

***

I really hope everyone enjoyed this installment in the Daddy's Girl series and are looking forward to the next one. I actually have a fun, interesting idea that''ll change things up a bit, so that should give y'all one more thing to look forward to! Until next time, stay safe, be good to each other and as always, happy reading.