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Driving up, I wasn't sure what to expect, but it sure as shit was nothing close to what I got. She walked out of the door in a gold dress, which dipped so fucking low in the front she couldn’t even wear a bra, which of course set my teeth back. My hands began gripping the steering wheel as I tried to not ruin this moment because I could see how happy she was, being able to dress up. It wasn't until she walked closer to the car that I saw the heels she had on that wrapped up her leg. My damn dick was trying to drive the fucking car was hitting the wheel so hard. “Hi, sweet girl,” I said as I got out and opened her car door.
“Hi, Daddy. Do I look ok?” she asked, twirling around. Look ok? Is she serious? She looked any better and I’m going to wreck the damn car trying to fuck her while driving.
“You look beautiful, baby. I like that you are wearing some of the jewelry. Kiss me.” She blushed and leaned over. I did my best not to screw up her makeup but as soon as I sniffed her, all bets are off. My hands drift to her hair and I begin to grab it when she stops me.
“Oh no, you don’t. You are going to mess up my hair. So, no fun for you until after dinner.” she pecked me once more and put on her seatbelt grinning like a Cheshire cat. Yea. Now she has started trying her hand at sending me chasing behind her ass. It works. Fucking lap dog. By the time we made it to the restaurant, I was basically losing my shit, sweating profusely trying to hold it together. The hostess seated us. I sit across from her not trusting myself. I began to think I might have a handle on this when the fucking waiter came and lingered his gaze on her one second too long. Before I knew it I was pulling her out the seat, getting the car from valet, and fucking her on the hood of the car in the driveway. Yeah. Going out, not a good idea.
So, she has been here, in the house, buying stuff for the nursery, spending time with Clara. Those two are getting thick as thieves. Plotting to drive me out of my mind no doubt. I’m glad she has her though. Especially since her parents still won’t talk to her. However, I can see she is getting sad and I can't have that, so I am having Cooper drive her to my office for my lunch, where I have a surprise for her. “Good morning.” She comes out of the room, hair mussed, face fresh and light. She looks so fucking beautiful.
“Good morning, beautiful. Give me a kiss.” She stands, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me down to her. We spend a few minutes sucking each other's face off before I pull back. “You smell so good, baby,” I say sniffing her before telling her the agenda for the day. “Cooper is going to bring you to my office at about noon. I figured we could have lunch, you could hang with me until I get off, and then we can go do anything you want. How does that sound?”
“Really?” her face lights up even more if that is possible. My chest fucking tightens as my heart expands even more for her.
“Really. But first, I need breakfast,” I tell her before lifting her up onto the kitchen table, spreading her legs as I go down on my haunches. Lifting my t-shirt she is wearing, knowing she is not going to have any underwear on since that is a rule. Easy access when in the house. “Spread em baby and lie back.” Grabbing the jar of peach preserves from the side of the chair, I open it up. Her body writhes and squirms on top of the table as she anticipates the slightest touch.
“Huh,” she gasps as I use my finger to spread the first swipe of the cold sweet jelly over the lips of her pretty pink cunt. “Stef,” she moans, opening her legs wider. I allow her a little leeway when she is out of her mind to call me by my given name. “Ahh,” she whimpers again as I stick more of the fruity sweetness between the lips of her pussy, moving it up and down, making sure to slide my fingers into her hole. After putting so much that it begins to drip, I dive in, indulging in the taste of her own stickiness and how it overpowers even this sugar.
“Mmm...I told you I was going to make this pussy my breakfast. Your cunt is sweeter than the fucking jelly, baby girl. How the hell is that possible?” I ask more of myself. I lap at the sugar like a bee to honey, officially convinced she is going to be tied to this table night and day. In and out, I use my tongue to spread my morning glory over her bare pussy, stickiness shiny, and think all over her and my mouth.
