Bad Daddy’s Forgotten Little by Mary Potter

CHAPTER NINE

Jessie

Auntie Gracie smiled at me as she helped me wash my hair and clean up after my little encounter with Ryan.  She never once said anything bad or thought poorly of me because of what happened.  Instead, she just hummed happily as she helped me clean up, dress, and she even braided my hair in two side braids.  As soon as she was done, she cleaned up the bathroom and left Jack’s room, leaving me alone.  I smiled as I looked around the room.

Jack’s room was rustic and old fashioned with a hint of modern influence.  I smiled when I saw that the TV was already on, playing some cartoon.  I sat down on the giant bed and found myself engrossed by the colorful cartoon indefinitely.  Finally, after several minutes, Jack returned to the room, and he smiled when he saw me in my footed pajamas on the bed.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Ryan anymore,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.  “The other Daddies met with Martin and I, and they all agreed that Ryan is no longer welcome here.  We’re setting him up with a place of his own in the city, and he’s no longer welcome on the premises.  Collin and Jacob will see to it personally.”  I smiled and nodded in agreement as he climbed into the shower, the curtain hiding his perfectly sculpted body as he showered.

As steam wafted into the room, I settled back down to continue watching the cartoon while I waited for Jack. I wasn’t afraid anymore of being alone.  In fact, I was happy because I was going to be Jack’s Little now.  Even though he didn’t have a history of dating Littles, I knew that things were going to be okay.  He was going to be a good Daddy…  My good Daddy…

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he withdrew the shower curtain and started back towards the bed, a warm, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.  I felt my face redden as he approached, and I fought desperately not to let my gaze travel to his barely covered waist.

“Not much,” I lied as I turned my attention back to the cartoon.  “I like this show.  It’s really funny.”  He chuckled and shook his head as he picked up the remote from the bedside table and turned off the TV.

“With as red as your face is, I don’t know if I want you watching this,” he teased as he sat down, still half naked, next to me.  “Unless, of course, there’s something else making you this red…”  I smiled as I turned to look at him.

“Well, you are sitting on the bed next to me, dressed only in a towel that barely covers everything,” I pointed out, and he smiled as he looked down at himself.

“So I am,” he agreed as he smiled at me.  “So, are you embarrassed?  Uncomfortable?  Scared?  Excited?”  He leaned forward and buried his face in my neck.  “Have you changed your mind about me?  I promise not to get mad if you have.”  I shook my head.

“No, I haven’t,” I told him as I turned to smile at him.  “I want to be your’s, Jack.”  He looked up at me and smiled.

“Then take off those ridiculously adorable pajamas and let me have you,” he said, his voice low and husky.  I nodded and got off the bed.

Standing right in front of him, I started to unzip my footed pajamas, revealing the lacy white bra that Auntie Gracie had helped me clasp not even half an hour ago.  My gaze never left Jack as I stepped out of my pajamas and stood before him, covered by only the bra and the fresh diaper.  Jack smiled at me as he examined my curvy body, a hungry glint in his eyes as he looked me up and down.  After a minute, he motioned for me to step forward towards him, and I did exactly as he requested.  As soon as I was within reach, he grabbed me and pulled me impossibly close, kissing my belly and chest as he rolled me over onto the bed.

The towel dropped to the floor as he laid me down on the bed, and I finally saw his perfect cock.  It was bigger and thicker than I even thought possible, and I marvelled at its smooth texture and promient veins.  I smiled as he removed my adult diaper with ease, revealing my lower self.  He growled in delight as he looked at me, his gaze stopping when it landed on my chest.

“Remove your bra,” he demanded, and I nodded as I sat up and reached backwards to unclasp it.

When I was unsuccessful the first few tries, he growled in annoyance and pulled me into him so that he could undo it himself.  As my face ended up buried in his skin, which was still warm from the shower he had just taken, I got the faintest whiff of his spicy body wash, and I trembled in excitement and anticipation.  As soon as my large breasts were freeded from the fabric trap of my bra, he pushed me back onto the bed and examined me once more.

“You’re beautiful,” he groaned as he positioned himself above me.  “I want to claim you as mine…”  His giant hands played with my breasts, making them look like giant stress balls in his hands as he played with them.  I moaned in delight and nodded as I arched my back, presenting myself to him.

“I am yours,” I breathed, my sex already soaked from the lust that consumed me.  “Please, make me yours, and take your time.  I want you in me.”  He smiled as he started to kiss me from my chin to my navel.

As soon as he reached my hips, his hands released my breasts, and he spread apart the lips of my sex with his fingers.  Unlike Ryan, who was always rough and tended to hurt me a little, he was gentle as he kissed my soaking sex before sitting up and positioning the tip of his huge cock at the opening.  As soon as he was ready, he gently slid it in, letting my body adjust as his cock filled me.  I moaned in delight and pleasure as I felt him enter me, and he stopped once his ballsack rested completely against the outside lips.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice husky from the lust, and I shook my head.

“No,” I told him as I looked him in the eyes as he towered before me.  “It feels amazing.  Please, I need you.”  He shook his head as he rested his hands on my hips.

“Yes, my Little Princess,” he said as he slowly withdrew his cock.  His eyes rolled back into his head, and a moan of pleasure escaped him as he nearly completely withdrew himself from me, then, in a smooth, singular motion, he thrusted it back in.  “God, you’re so warm and tight.”  I smiled as he started again.

“Try going a little faster,” I advised as I closed my eyes, loving the way he felt inside me.  “It’ll feel even better for us both.”  He frowned and stared down at me as I opened back up my eyes.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I’m sure,” I told him.  “I’m all yours.”