Bad Daddy’s Forgotten Little by Mary Potter

CHAPTER ONE

Jessie

“Harder, Daddy,” I moaned as Ryan took me from behind on the picnic blanket.  “Please, I need more.”  Ryan moaned as he pulled out.

“On your back,” he ordered as he smacked me on the ass.  “Hurry up.  I want to cum already.”  I frowned as I looked up at him from the soft blanket.

“Why?” I asked, feeling confused.  “Did I do something wrong?”  Ryan shook his head as he stuck it back inside me.3

“No, it’s not that,” he informed me.  “I just have a lot of work to do before Jack and Martin come back from town.”  He leaned down and returned to his rhythmic thrusts inside me, and I moaned out loud, enjoying the feeling of him inside me.

Ryan had been acting strange ever since Jack and Martin prepared to buy a much larger ranch.  He claimed it was because he was worried about the purchase and all it required, but it continued to feel like there was more on his mind than he was letting up.  He was acting a lot more secretive than he had ever been when we first got together.

For the record, it wasn't my fault what happened with Martin.  Martin was married to his work, and he rarely had time for me anymore.  It was as if he was made for his work, not for a relationship, and he had all but abandoned me for the sake of his job.  I was left with absolutely nothing to gain from that relationship.

Then came Ryan, with his identical features and big, caring heart.  He took me out on the farm and paid more attention to me than Martin had ever shown me in the lifetime of our relationship.  For the first time ever, I felt like I belonged, and I was happy.  Of course, my first instinct was to break things off with Martin so that Ryan and I could be together properly, but Ryan talked me out of it.  He said that his brother needed to focus on his big case, on that would land him the job at the prosecution's office, and that breaking things off with him would be too great of a distraction.  So, we let things play out, which hurt a lot when Alexis came in and replaced me.

Granted, I always felt like it was my Karma for treating Martin so poorly, especially when Martin took it pretty well, all things considered.  However, as time passed, Ryan made me forget all about my hurt feelings and kept me going.  He was everything that Martin wasn't and more.  In fact, I was certain he was my forever Daddy.

"On your knees," Ryan ordered as he pulled out again.  He seemed more restless and agitated, and it was starting to hurt, but I didn't complain.  Instead, I did as he said, and he gripped my long, blonde hair in one hand and my hip in the other.  "I'm about to cum."

His thrusts grew harder and faster, more desperate and hungry even, until he finally spilled his hot seed inside me.  With a deep throated groan, Ryan collapsed onto me, distributing his body weight so that I wasn't crushed beneath his giant form.  Part of me wanted to ask for my chance to cum, but, with everything happening, I decided against it.  It seemed a bit impractical to ask for something like that when Ryan was already in some huge hurry.  I smiled as he got up from the picnic blanket.

"Feel better, Daddy?" I asked, and Ryan nodded his head as he pulled up his pants.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," he said with a half grin.  "You better get dressed, though.  I don't want anybody coming by and seeing you like this."  I nodded in agreement and immediately pulled up my adult diaper and straightened my dress as I looked around the field.

It was a beautiful flower covered field with a tiny creek flowing peacefully across the field towards the ditch.  I smiled as I looked around at what Ryan called our spot.  It was so peaceful and secluded, and I didn’t want to leave it.  Instead, I wanted to stay here and fuck Ryan some more.  However, when I saw the strange look on Ryan’s face, I decided against it.  Instead, I smiled at Ryan as he packed up our picnic lunch.

“So, are you heading back to see Martin and Jack?” I asked him.  “Or are you going to go back to the fields to tend to the cattle?”  Ryan raised an eyebrow at me as he stared at me in disbelief.

“Not that I see it’s any of your business,” he began as he stared at me, “but I’ve got some work to do with the cattle.  I’ll escort you back to the farmhouse and have you help Auntie Gracie with her chores.  I don’t think I’ll be done until dinner time, so don’t wait for me.  Right after dinner, I expect you to be bathed and ready for bed.”  I nodded hesitantly at his strange behavior.

“I will, Daddy,” I said as I pet Snowy, my mucky white mare who had been named for the flawless coat she had when she was a foal.  A deep seeded sadness rose inside me, and I looked over at Ryan.  “Just out of curiosity, you still love me, right?”  Ryan frowned as he looked at me.

“Of course I do,” he snapped, sounding rather annoyed as he stared at me.  “Why on Earth would you ask such a ridiculous question?”  I shrugged and shook my head.

“I don’t know,” I admitted as he helped me onto Snowy.  “Just needed to hear it, I guess.”  Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Well, you know it already,” he told me as he got on Red, his horse.  “Come on.  Let’s get back to the farmhouse.”