Innocent Christmas (Innocence #3)

“We have to get to my father’s. I want to make sure everything is in place before people start to show up for dinner,” I remind him, even though I know he already knows. We have plenty of time, but our playtime has put us a little behind. But after those two orgasms, I really don’t care. It’s odd because I’ve been so crazy about every detail of this wedding, wanting it to be just right.

I know the reason for my nonchalance at the moment. William made all the stress leave my body with his spanking. He always seems to know what I need even before I do. How I got so lucky to have someone like him, I’ll never know. And tomorrow he’ll tie himself to me forever.

“I should change my pants before we go.” He grips me by the hips in a firm hold, lifting me from his lap. His cock slides free, and I moan at the loss as my feet meet the floor. My dress falls back into place as I feel Daddy’s release coat the insides of my thighs. I know this will be our last time together before we’re married. I’m set to spend the night at my father’s tonight after dinner. I won’t get to see Daddy again until I walk down the aisle.

I know it’s some kind of tradition, but I’m worried I won’t sleep well. I haven’t slept without Daddy William since the day he claimed me as his on the night of my graduation. There was no stopping him. I was his, and it was something I’d wanted for years. He finally took me for his own, and we’ve never looked back.

When he told me he’d been waiting for me for years, not even looking at another woman, I melted into him and stayed there ever since. I wanted him for years but never thought I could have him. Our age difference wasn’t the only thing against us; he was my father’s best friend. At first it was rough, but over time my father saw how much William loved me and that he’d never touched me before I was eighteen. In fact, he’d been avoiding me like the plague up until the night he finally took me. I feel myself smile at the reminder of that night. I woke in his home and he made me his.

Daddy kisses the tip of my nose before he starts fixing the bow in my hair. I’m sure it’s a mess after our play.

“Go grab your overnight bag and meet me at the door to the garage.” I turn to do as Daddy says, but he catches me by the arm. “I want to see it.” I know what he wants without even having to ask. I lift my dress and widen my feet apart. Daddy always likes to watch his cum drip from my body.

He drops to his knees in front of me, still almost coming up to my breasts even on his knees. Seeing as he’s more than a foot taller than me to begin with, the height difference is comical. Leaning down, he places a little kiss on my mound while I run my fingers through his dark hair, which is speckled with grey at his temples. Then I trail my fingers down to the day-old whiskers starting to break through on his chin.

He takes his cellphone out of his slacks. “Spread them for me” Reaching down, I part the lips of my kitty for him, and he takes a picture, then steals a kiss on my clit. When he rises, I drop my dress back down, and he smooths it out for me. “When I’m missing my little tonight, I’ll pull out this picture as I stroke myself and think about my bride-to-be.” I feel myself blush a little and bite my lip. He growls and turns me around, smacking my butt as we exit his office.

“Go get your stuff while I change.” I scurry from the room, and Daddy tries to give me a few more playful smacks as I dart to the living room.

I make sure the overnight bag I packed this morning is by the door and ready to go. Flipping off the Christmas lights on the tree, it hits me that I won’t be spending Christmas Eve in bed with William. Sure, we’ll be together tonight, but I won’t wake up on Christmas morning in his arms. It’s a silly thing to be sad about in the grand scheme of things. I’ll see him later that day and marry him on Christmas Day, but for some reason it makes me ache a little.

“Little one.” I hear Daddy call for me from the other side of the house, probably wondering why I’m not at the garage door, waiting for him. Pulling my bag over my shoulder, I run through the house. When I round the corner, I know he sees my intent, and he braces himself as I throw myself into his arms. He lifts me easily, pulling me snug against him, his hands going to my bottom.

“No underwear, little one. I want to be able to steal all the touches I want tonight. You know what that means?”

“Legs spread when your hand touches my leg.” He doesn’t have to remind me of our rule. I know it all too well, and it’s one I love following. Unless Daddy is in a teasing mood and wants to see me wiggle around all night, of course.

“Good girl. You didn’t clean up, did you?”

“No. I didn’t have time.”

“I want you sticky with me all night. I want my mark all over your kitty. You don’t need panties covering it up when my cum is coating it.”

Now I kind of wish I would have wiped it off so he would have to put it back on. I wiggle against him at the idea.

“We don’t have time,” he growls, knowing what I’m thinking. My bag drops to the floor as he pushes me up against the wall hard enough to almost knock the air out of me.

“Fuck it. I won’t get to have you again until tomorrow. Everyone can wait. I need you again.” Daddy is going to be rough this time, I can feel it. “You’ll be a good little girl and take it.”

“I’ll do anything you want, Daddy.” I rub myself against him, wanting him to use me for his needs. In a second he’s got his cock out and inside my kitty, thrusting hard in and out of me.

“You like when Daddy takes what he wants?” He grunts into my ear, his face buried in my neck. All I can do is moan as his big body overpowers mine, doing what he wants with me. I’m his.

“Say it, baby girl. Tell me what I want to hear and that I can do anything I want with you.”

“Anything, Daddy, I love you.” My words come without hesitation.

“You’re going to cum for me. Grip my cock and suck all this cum into your tight little kitty so it slowly drips out of you all night long. Every time I slide my hand under your dress tonight, I want to feel what I did to you. It will be our little secret. No one will know the dirty things Daddy does to you.”

My body locks up at his words, and the orgasm floods through me. I grip him as tightly as possible, my kitty doing as he says. A long low moan comes from him, and I feel his warm release deep inside me, filling me up. I take all of him into me as his orgasm mixes with my own.

I bite his neck, wanting to leave a mark on him, too. I find myself doing that a lot with him. Wanting little signs of me all over him. Tomorrow he’ll wear a ring for all to see, but tonight he’ll wear this.

“I love you so damn much,” he finally says as our bodies start to calm. “I hate to do this, but we’re late.” I don’t know what he means until I feel him slip from my body, my legs dropping from around his waist as he places me back on the ground.

He rights his clothes as I go to pick up my bag, but he beats me to it.

“You got me good.” His free hand goes to the spot I bit.

“Sorry,” I say, trying to look contrite but not one ounce sorry for biting him.

“Liar,” he says as he grabs my hand, a smirk on his face. “You smell like sex. I’m not going to make it through dinner.” He tosses my bag in the back seat of the car. He opens my door for me, making me smile.

No one has ever made me feel more wanted than William. I lost my mom when I was little, and while my father was always around, we were never super close. William is my everything. He makes me feel needed and like he can’t live without me.

When he slips into the driver’s seat, he takes my hand in his. He pulls out of the garage, heading towards my father’s place. We have a small group of people getting together for a dinner tonight; nothing big, but something my dad really wanted to do. I just hope the wedding planner did as I asked and has things set up so I don’t have to worry about anything. We’re already running late, and I don’t want to stress about something else.

When we reach my father’s home, William grabs my bag before coming around and opening the door for me. He pulls me close when I exit the car, knowing that I still get a little nervous at stuff like this. William’s and my father’s friends are a lot older than me, and it’s a bit intimidating.

It super sucks that Molly can’t make it tonight. It would have been nice to have had at least one person my age here. I think she’s still dodging William after the whole bachelorette catastrophe. A hard look from Daddy could scare anyone for months.

“It’s just dinner, little one. You can sit in my lap the whole time if you like.” I smile up at him, loving how he knows me so well. I always worry that I might do something that would embarrass him, which is silly because he’s never made me feel that way. It’s my own insecurities that make me second-guess my actions.

I do end up spending most of the night in William’s lap. He gives me little kisses and rewards me with touches all night. It makes everyone else melt away, like it’s only him and me in the room. He teases my body, keeping me on edge, whispering all the things he’s going to do to me on our wedding night.

The wedding planner seems to have come through with everything I’d asked for, having dinner ready to go and pink rose petals and candles covering every available surface of the dining room table. The rest of the room is decorated with Christmas baubles. A mixture of my two favorite things: Christmas and pink!

Soon the night comes to an end, and everyone says goodnight, filled with excitement about tomorrow. Tonight everyone seemed so happy about the wedding and went on and on about how they’d never seen William so happy before. It filled me with warmth. It negated any lingering uneasiness I had about people thinking we shouldn’t be together because of our age gap. What I thought would be a long dragging night turned out to end sooner than I wished.

Giving my father a hug and William a soft kiss, I leave them in the living room as I make my way to my old bedroom. I’m sad that William won’t be with me tonight, but it’s tradition.

I check with the wedding planner to make sure everything is in place before I take a quick shower, hating that I’m washing Daddy William away from my body. It already super sucked I wouldn’t be sleeping with him tonight. After slipping on some knee socks and underwear, I jump into bed. That’s when I remember I forgot my stuffed unicorn, Lancelot. No William or Lancelot. I’m never getting to sleep.