Page 28 of Forbidden Love

Chapter 7

Pike

Dallas’ head fell against my shoulder again and I tried not to smile. She had only made it an hour into the horror film before she fell asleep. It could be because we had a busy day, but probably more from the three orgasms I’d wrung from her delicious little body before we came downstairs.

She was gorgeous when she submitted to me, and I was sure the image of her taking my fingers so beautifully would forever be imprinted into my brain.

I turned off the tv, set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, and slid my arms under her.

“Nuu, Daddy,” she whined.

“No what, Bitty?”

“I’m not tired.”

“Your closed eyes tell me otherwise.”

“Maybe I’m praying.”

I chuckled. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

I loved that she was arguing with me while her eyes were still closed.

“What are you praying for?”

“World peace.”

I kissed her forehead. “Well, I’ll make sure you have plenty of time to pray before bed.”

“You do that, Daddy, you do that.”

I laid her in the bed and put Teefs in her arms. She pulled the lovey close to her and kissed her forehead. She really was the sweetest Little girl–Dallas, not that damn zombie doll.

I covered her up and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m going to answer some emails and take a shower, baby. I want you and Teefs asleep before I come back, understand?”

I was met with her soft breathing. My Bitty Baby was out. She must have been exhausted. I made a mental note to add a daily nap time to her schedule.

I worked for about an hour before heading upstairs to shower.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the warm water. My dick had been begging for attention all day, and I wasn’t above taking care of it myself. I gripped my cock firmly and started to stroke. My balls were heavy, and I used my free hand to pull at them.

“Mmm,” I groaned before biting my lip. I didn’t want to wake Dallas…or make her feel like there was a reason I wasn’t letting her take care of my cock. It was just getting harder and harder–no pun intended–to keep from taking her.

I had something in the works for her, and hopefully Dallas got her wish at the end of the week. I couldn’t wait to clamp her nipples and take her from behind. I bet her tits would be so beautiful with my weights swinging from them.

I was startled when the shower door slid back and Dallas climbed in with me.

“Bitty, I thought I put you to bed,” I scolded.

“I want to help,” she said before dropping to her knees.I guess my groan had been louder than I realized.

“I love that you want to…”

“Please, Daddy? I want to make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

I contemplated her words.