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Daddy Reed, page 1
Daddy Reed
A Wild World Short Story
K Webster
Contents
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1. Reed
2. Devon
3. Reed
4. Devon
5. Reed
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Daddy Reed (A Wild World Short Story)
Copyright © 2023 K Webster
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Note to Reader
Daddy Reed takes place around twenty years after The Wild (give or take a few years). Their original love story can be found in The Wild. This 10k word short story gives you a glimpse into their happily ever after and a peek at their many children to gear you up for the next book in this Wild World called The Untamed.
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Chapter 1
Reed
She’s still my daughter.
After all these years and all the children we’ve created together, Devon is still my child. The little girl I raised turned out to be a fierce, loving, and intelligent woman. Daddy’s little girl. Sometimes, like now, I can almost forget she’s my wife and get lost in a time decades before when she didn’t call me Reed. When I was just Dad. Her protector, her disciplinarian, her provider.
It’s always when she sleeps.
Her features aren’t that of a woman who recently turned forty. There are no wrinkles or crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. And, despite giving birth so many times, she’s still toned and trim. When she sleeps, though, her golden blonde hair sweeping over her rosy cheek and her plump lips parted, she’s angelic.
She’s fucking perfect.
It probably makes me a little sick in the head, but I miss being her dad. The dynamics of our relationship changed when we came to Alaska. I’d been trying desperately to connect with my wife at the time—Devon’s mother—and us picking up to permanently move here was supposed to solve that.
I was wrong.
Sabrina pulled away even further as time went on. The death of our son, and Devon’s twin, Drew, was a devastating blow to Sabrina as a mother. She never really could move on. Sabrina lived in the misery of her aching heart, leaving me and Devon to heal together.
Because of this, my daughter and I grew close, like any typical familial relationship. It was normal. We were normal.
The move to Alaska changed everything.
We lost yet another vital member of our family and were then forced to survive.
Things evolved.
We evolved.
What happened between us back then. . . It shouldn’t have happened. I fucked up and allowed her to control me by my dick. And she did. Devon whittled away at my self-control until there was nothing left.
I took her.
I made her fucking mine.
Daughter and lover.
Child turned eventual wife.
Our relationship only makes sense out here. In the wild. Where we’re free to love each other despite society’s rules. We don’t belong in town. The few times we’ve gone there with Atticus for supplies or other reasons, it always became clear within the first few minutes.
My other children hate when we leave home.
Sure, they love the goodies Atticus and Eve bring them on their visits, but I don’t miss the terror in their eyes whenever they experience the big, bad world.
Hell, my eldest son Rowdy went to town a few years ago to get a taste of that life. It scarred him in ways he refused to speak about. He came back hardened and jaded. My crazy, laughing, silly boy transformed into this twenty-two-year-old quiet beast, always stewing and mentally suffering from whatever fucked him up out there.
Devon stirs, her brows pinching together, and my attention is drawn back to her. With a house full of kids, she rarely gets a break. Dawson, not even a year old, sleeps in our room, so even the nights are consumed by the needs of our children. Thankfully, tonight, he’s sleeping soundly.
Whatever held her hostage in her dreams has gone away, and her features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window, become serene once more. My fingers crave to comb through her hair and comfort her or press my mouth to hers, but I don’t dare wake her.
My mind drifts back to our children. All eight of them are perfect in their own ways. Even Rowdy, despite whatever hurt him before. They’re all unique individuals with silly quirks, strong personalities, and intense love for each other. I was pleased to know that long after I’m gone, they’ll have each other for decades to come.
Devon stiffens, and then her eyes pop open. I swear, even in sleep, she never fully relaxes. Always in mama bear mode.
“Hey, Pip,” I murmur, low to not wake Dawson.
Her lips curl into a smile. “Hey, handsome.”
I smirk at her compliment. I’m glad she still finds me attractive despite our twenty-three-year age gap. Sixty-three isn’t exactly young.
“Handsome?” I tease. “I think you meant old.”
Devon props up on one elbow to study me, a serious expression on her face. “I meant handsome. You’re hot, Reed. The gray in your hair totally does it for me.”
My dick thickens at the saucy grin she flashes. I may be in my early sixties, but I cannot get enough of this woman hence our many, many children. In fact, as soon as Dawson gets old enough and Devon gives me the “put a baby in me” eyes, I’m going to fuck her until we add a ninth kid to the roster.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn, voice barely a whisper.
“Like what?” she taunts.
“Like you need a midnight dick-down.”
“I do need a midnight dick-down.” She sits up in bed and begins peeling my oversized T-shirt from her body. Small, perfectly sized tits jiggle with the movement. “Question is, can you handle it, old man?”
There’s nothing old about my dick. It’s thick and hard as granite, barely confined in my boxers. I’ll never not want to fuck this woman. She’s my everything, and consuming her every chance I get gives me life.
I’m eager to toss her onto her back and wrench her thighs apart so I can feast on her pretty pussy, but I can tell she’s up to something different tonight. She wants to lead, so I will follow.
I’d follow her into the abyss and through the gates of hell if it meant being with her forever.
She shimmies out of her panties and then bites her bottom lip. I marvel at her absolute beauty. It’s more than just her appearance. It’s her. Devon radiates with strength and love that I’m ravenous for. Always starved for every piece she’ll gift to me.
Because she’s a tease, she straddles my waist rather than divesting me of my underwear and sits her ass right on my aching cock. Her small hands slide over my firm pectoral muscles, blue eyes locking on mine. Then with incredible slowness, she starts to grind her ass and pussy over my dick.
A feral groan rasps out of me.
I hope to fuck I don’t wake the baby.
Soon, I forget about anything other than the way she feels as she rubs me with years of perfected practice. I could come just like this, dry-humping my daughter-turned-wife, and it would be fantastic.
My girl, though, likes to be filled.
She likes it when I lose control and claim her like we’re two animals mating.
Rough. Urgent. Possessive.
Her fingernails gently rake down over my abs. Sure, I’m an old-ass man, but living in the wild forces you to remain fit. Hard, daily physical labor makes sure of it. I know that had we stayed at our old home, I’d probably have a belly like most normal men my age. I sure as hell wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up with the sexual needs of a woman twenty-plus years my junior.
Pre-cum dampens the cloth of my boxers. She toys with me by adding her own wetness to it, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing in continuous circles. The wicked grin she shoots me tells me she’s enjoying prolonging this.
She wants to see how long I’ll suffer before I snap.
My ego begs me to hold out for as long as I can. To remind her I’m a man who can handle a little girl like herself.
But my animalistic need to overpower her and take what I need always wins out.
Her gasp is audible but silent enough to not wake the baby when I toss her off me. My palm itches to punish her for teasing me. All too easily, I flip her onto her stomach, gaining access to her fleshy ass. Smacking her might wake Dawson, so I settle for teasing her right back. I plant myself between her legs, pull her ass cheeks apart, and eat her sweet pussy from behind.
She hates when I do this because my nose rubs against her a
I don’t give a damn. Her asshole is perfect and definitely not gross. Everything about her is perfect.
“Such a bad girl,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “I should fuck you here to teach you a lesson.” I suck on my finger and then press into her tight asshole. “Is that what you want, Pip?”
Her moans are muffled by the pillow, and she wriggles at my touch. My finger slides in and out of her hole as I lick at the arousal leaking from her cunt. It amazes me that a woman can have so many children and her vagina still be as perfect as it was when I took it the first time.
Memories of taking her virginity have me growling against her pussy. God, I was so terrified and overwhelmed back then. I’d fucked her anyway, but the morality of the situation royally screwed with me.
Now, I don’t give a damn.
Daughter, wife, life partner, best friend.
Devon fits into so many boxes that all the lines that blurred once before have become one beautiful, glaringly obvious one.
She’s mine.
In all the ways.
When I slip my finger out of her ass, eager to put my dick in there instead, she pushes up on her knees and wriggles her butt at me.
“Fuck me, Reed.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck this tight ass,” I agree, grinning down at her. Unable to keep from doing it, I smack her ass cheek hard enough she yelps. “Daddy’s going to make you cry.”
She moans, clearly just as turned on by our relationship dynamics as I am. “Not there. My pussy.”
I shove my boxers down my thighs and take hold of my throbbing dick. She whimpers when I smack her pussy with it a couple of times. “Anything for you, Pip. Grab a condom.”
Her ass presses back, making her pussy slide over the tip of my dick. “No.”
“No?”
“I want you inside of me. Nothing between us.”
A feral growl rumbles through me. “I’ll get you pregnant, Devon. I always do.”
“Don’t care,” she breathes. “Just want to feel you.”
My wife doesn’t have to tell me twice. The beast inside me roars with pleasure at the idea of planting a seed into her fertile body. Adding another smiling face to our sweet brood sounds like a slice of heaven to me.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I hoist her up, driving my dick deep into her hot cunt. Her body quakes, and her fingers grip the sheets like they might fly away. I piston my hips wildly, relishing in the slapping sounds our bodies make when we fuck. These moments alone, making love to my girl, are my favorite.
“Make yourself come, Pip. I want to feel your pussy milking me. You want another baby, beautiful, then fucking earn it.”
Her fingertips brush over my cock as she massages her clit. Such an obedient thing when I have her at my mercy. And, because she’s talented with her fingers, it doesn’t take but a few more of my own thrusts for her to orgasm. She cries out, muffling the sound into the bed, and her pussy clenches around me.
“Fuck,” I rasp out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Pleasure surges through me, settling in my nuts and then pulsating through my dick as I shoot rope after rope of thick cum into her needy body. Her pussy continues to constrict around me, squeezing out every drop she’ll need to make a baby.
Her whole body trembles, and she collapses, becoming boneless after my ravishing. I keep my dick pressed in her, holding her bottom half up with my hands to keep all of my jizz inside of her.
“Da.”
Me and Devon both freeze.
“Dadadadadada.”
Devon tries to smother her laughter but is unable to. Her giggles burst out, which has Dawson hollering with glee.
Every single time we fuck, we wake one of the kids up. Our after-sex cuddle times are a thing of the past. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I just held her after.
Damn kids.
I’m grinning as I yank my pillow over and stuff it under her stomach. “Stay, Pip. Just like this.”
She groans, but my good girl doesn’t move. I grab a discarded towel from the floor and dab her clean before swiping our juices off my body. Dawson continues to laugh and babble as I yank my boxers up.
I saunter over to his crib and scoop my son up. He smells like Devon, which I love.
“You were almost a cockblocker,” I say, playfully grumbling at him. “Almost.”
Dawson cackles like I’m the most hilarious person on the planet.
“Yeah, yeah,” I tease. “You’re still my favorite child.”
But that’s a lie.
Devon will always be my favorite.
Chapter 2
Devon
My children worry me.
Sure, like most moms I worry about them getting hurt or sick. With the younger kids, I definitely have a healthy amount of worry when it comes to that stuff. It’s the older children, though, I worry most about.
Especially Raegan.
Raegan is my most difficult child. A daughter with a fighting spirit like her father. The girl can hunt and fish and build like the boys—a true pioneer princess of the wilderness. She’s fearless and stubborn. One day, when she marries, her husband is going to have his hands full.
That girl has a mouth on her.
My God, does she ever.
I can’t help but smile thinking about my daughter as I hang clothes on the line behind the house. Dawson is strapped to my back and chattering to himself. Kota and Declan are following their daddy around his workshop. At five and three, those boys are always in Reed’s hair. Not that he ever gets annoyed. Destiny asked Rowdy to take her to the orchard since she’s nearly blind and isn’t allowed to go alone. Raegan’s probably giving Ryder hell per usual or glued to Ronan’s hip. It’s a rare peaceful moment—one where I can get lost in my thoughts.
Raegan is still at the forefront of my mind.
She’s nearly an adult. When she turns that magical age, she might find a way to leave us. To pick up and try her fate in town, like sweet Rowdy did. But knowing her, she’d thrive like he didn’t.
Except she won’t leave.
Not without Ronan.
My quiet, sensitive son still seems so young to me, even at nineteen. As a child, he’d always let his siblings do all the hollering and crying and sit without muttering a peep. Anything I ever asked of him, he’d do without argument. To this day, he does as he’s told. Ronan is a gem and so different than his unruly sister. I’m thankful he has Ryder, despite being a year younger, to look after him.
Ryder, like his father, is protective to a fault. He thinks it’s his duty to keep everyone in our family safe. Naturally, this means he and Raegan butt heads endlessly.
Sometimes I wish Raegan would connect with Destiny more. Sure, they share a bedroom, and only have three years separating them, but the two couldn’t be more different. That’s on Raegan. She pushes everyone but Ronan away.
Nagging worry gnaws at my gut as I finish the laundry. I scoop up the basket and make my way to the back door of the big house. Reed assures me I have nothing to worry about, but he doesn’t see how Raegan moons over Ronan. One day, that adoration might turn into a crush.
And that can never happen.
I won’t allow it.
It’s probably hypocritical because of my and Reed’s relationship. He’s my father—the same father who read me stories way before I could read them myself, took me to my first day of kindergarten, and held me through my tears when my twin died. It’s not fair for me to forbid my children from loving each other in a way that goes beyond sibling love, knowing they’re in the same situation I was in when my own feelings changed for my father.
Secluded.
Alone.
Sheltered from people and the outside world.
Still, I won’t let it happen.
Thankfully, none of them have shown any interest in each other. Reed agrees the second one of them does, we’ll have to nip it in the bud. Atticus and Eve are just a few hours away and will let them come stay with them if need be.
