Page 2 of Soldier Daddy’s Naughty Little

“You were acting weird to Cheryl. I strongly suspect your behavior caused her to leave abruptly. V, what was that about?”

She disengaged herself from my waist, leaning on the sink while I dried the dishes with a napkin. “I really didn’t mean to come off like that. You both seemed to be getting along pretty well and…maybe I got a little jealous,” Vanessa mumbled, fidgeting and looking away from me, unable to meet my eyes.

A small smile crossed my face as I struggled to suppress a chuckle. Of course, I had suspected that she was jealous but why exactly she was, was what was beyond me.

“And why would you be jealous, Sweet Pea? Why? Is not like I fancy her or she’d steal me away or something. Why would you be jealous? You don’t trust me?”

Her head sharply turned to me. “No, no, nothing like that!” she exclaimed, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically in front of her. So cute. My cute, naughty Little.

Watching her act possessive of me made me feel very proud of her and while she might have not handled her emotions well enough, I totally understood her fears. It was the exact thing I felt when I saw that red-headed bloke with her when I returned from the last assignment before this.

I pulled her close and tousled her blonde curls, successfully making a mess of her curtain bangs. “I understand, actually. But you have to call Cheryl to explain and apologize. I doubt that she liked that very much.”

She nodded in response with her head pressed against my chest as I continued, “No one, nothing, is taking me away from you. You have to trust me on this.”

She nodded again, briefly pulling away from my arms. All I could see in her sparkling green eyes was sincere love and adoration. The vulnerability that lay behind those pretty eyes never went unnoticed with me. It was part of the many reasons why I loved her– her simple, child-like innocence.

“I love you, Daddy.”

I knew she did. It had always been pretty obvious, but hearing her say it out loud, invariably did something to my inside. I felt like wrapping her in my arms and showering her with kisses everywhere at the same time. I just stared at her longingly, my hands resting on the curve of her tiny waist.

She stood on her tiptoes to press her soft, dewy lips on to my cheek. I was not expecting it as she was not one to initiate contact most of the time. Unchaste thoughts filled my head faster than I could blink and I found myself aggressively kissing her, my tongue probing, teasing, tasting hints of the lovely meatloaf we just had.

I pulled back only long enough to mutter, “I love you too, baby girl.”

My lips came crashing down on hers as my hands found their way to her succulent, fleshy ass, supporting her weight adequately so I could get better access to the insides of her warm mouth. The feel of her balanced so delicately in my hands got me riled up pretty quickly.

I was sure I was going to go insane when she began raking her nails through my hair and down my neck, kissing me passionately without missing a beat. She was actively dictating the pace, rubbing her puckered nipples across my chest repeatedly as she drew my head even closer, allowing me to taste her properly beneath all those food flavors.

I groaned in frustration. Why was I letting her take the lead? Not her trying to top from the bottom, too. She took a swipe at my lower lip with her teeth, indenting it in the process. So. Fucking. Sexy.

“That’s it,” I groaned, shifting her to my left hand and cleared the kitchen tabletop with my right. I placed her on it, lifting the flimsy tank top she had on over her head, giving me room to feast my eyes on the beautiful porcelain skin that was stretched taut over those round, bouncy mounds that seemed to be begging me to take their rosebud tips in my mouth.

I barely brushed my fingers over them, her sigh of anticipation causing me to smirk. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy teasing her, taming her while I taught her her place, and the order in which things are run in this relationship.

“Go on all fours.”

The order seemed to sound strange to Vanessa as she blinked slowly at me through heavy-lidded eyes, laced with intense arousal.

“Sir?”

I began unbuckling my belt, fixing her a hard stare as I answered, “You heard me. All fours. Now.”

Okay, maybe that came out a little harsher than intended but when I heard her give that submissive moan she gave when her frustration was increasing, I knew I was still in line.

My cock was pulsing with excitement, dribbling pre-cum shamelessly, not even trying to hide the extent of his willingness to be buried in that juicy, luscious pussy. I stifled a groan as I felt it stretch even a bit more as if threatening to burst open.

“Take those off, Princess,” I gestured to her shorts with my jaw, my hand a bit busy stroking my overly excited cock. The sight of her turning to look at me, drooling slightly was enough to make a grown man explode from cuteness overload. She moved to a kneeling position, pulling down her denim shorts, revealing pink cotton panties beneath.

The wet patch between her thighs was pretty visible in the warm kitchen lights and she seemed to be showing me on purpose.

“I believe I told you to take those off.”

She looked at me innocently before responding cheekily with, “But I don’t want to Daddy. Why don’t you take them off yourself?”

“Quite the stubborn one, aren’t you, baddie?” I murmured in her ear as I reached out for the largest knife on the block in front of her. It was satisfying to see her eyes widen ever so slightly in fear and confusion. “Don’t worry, Daddy won’t hurt you.”

I ran the knife's blade from the hemline of the soft panties, ripping it all the way to her asshole. It was gratifying to see her spotless, sexy ass come into view as I tore through the thin fabric. Her gasp, her skin, her clit swollen with desire, her pink, dripping pussy splayed before my face… there was only so much a young man could take.