Like right now when Daddy spots me walking up the steps to our home, and says goodbye to Bash in the middle of a conversation. Bash waves at me with a smile but I'm sure he's frustrated that I'm taking so much time with his friend away.
I'm not doing it on purpose though. Daddy just seems to think I need him or something. Iwanthim with me always, but that's not fair to the life he had before me.
"Hi, beautiful," Daddy greets with a firm kiss on my lips and a hand on my butt. Heat rises to my cheeks knowing that anyone could see the way he's dominating my mouth right now. I find I don't mind too much.
"Let's get some food in you," he says when he breaks our kiss.
I follow him into the kitchen and fill my water bottle, staying quiet. The smile on his face confuses me when he watches me. Shouldn't he be frustrated that he feels the need to feed me instead of doing whatever he was doing before?
"What are you in the mood for?" Daddy asks, opening the fridge when I step back. "It's a bit early for dinner, so we can start with some crackers and cheese."
My stomach roils at the thought of food. "No thank you."
"Okay, how about some blueberries and yogurt? Refreshing after your day outside."
"No thank you. I'm not hungry."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Daddy's on me. His big hands hold my jaw as he studies my face. "Are you stressed, baby? Why aren't you hungry?"
Battling the urge to cry, I set my water down and take a deep breath. He knows me so well. We've only been together for alittle over two months and while I know we're super close, it still shocks me when he reads me so well.
Nodding, I admit I am stressed. "I'm just worried about you, Daddy."
"Me?" He rears back a little. "You never need to be worried about me, Lulu. That's my job."
"But you're not hanging out with your friends. You spend all your free time with me. I'm sure you miss them, and I'm more than happy if you want to see them more."
I'm prepared for him to sigh in relief and maybe ditch me right here and now, but instead his shoulders drop and he kisses me gently. "You." Another kiss. "Are." Kiss. "The sweetest woman."
Then he's hoisting me over his shoulder and squeezing the backs of my thighs. "Daddy!" A giggle slips through my indignant screech. "What are you doing?"
My nerves light up when I realize he's taking me to our room. Oh gosh, are we finally going to have sex? Daddy's been so patient and such a giver. I've only given him a hand job a few times before he flips me onto my back and devours me.
"I'm going to show my woman just how much I love her," Daddy growls and tosses me on the bed. Looming over me, he rips his shirt off. "You are the person I choose to spend my life with. That means I want to spend every moment I can with you. You're my best friend, my lover, and my Little. Of course I spend all my free time with my most favorite person."
"Are you going to—" I swallow, nervous.
Daddy grins, reaches forward and yanks my shorts off in one move. "I'm going to show you just how much I love you, baby. Then there will be no nonsense about pushing me to hang out with my friends. Daddy knows best, you understand me, Lulu?"
"Ye-yes, Daddy," I whimper. The clank of his belt and the darkening of his eyes makes me wiggle.
"Spread your legs and let me get your tight cunt ready for me." Jeans on the floor and my pussy on display, Daddy kneels between my legs with so much desire on his face.
The first touch of his fingers makes me jump a little, but he's quick to soothe me with a kiss that steals my worry. I know it will hurt, but just one or even three of his fingers pumping inside of me isn't enough. The obscene squelch of my wet walls trying to suck him further in makes me moan.
"Daddy, more," I huff and remember my manners, "please."
His chuckle is dark but instead of scaring me, all it does is turn me on. "I want you to play with your clit while I get the condom."
The pads of my fingers on the sensitive spot only serves to frustrate me. Especially with Daddy's tight ass right there and his thick thighs braced over me.
"Good, beautiful, girl."
"Daddy..." I plead and arch my back.
He shushes me and leans down to suck on my collarbone. "These clothes need to come off."
Scrambling together, my shirt and tank top becomes a forgotten pile on the floor. He doesn't waste any time kissing and licking across my chest, serving to distract me so well that I don't notice the head of his cock notching at my entrance.
