Page 55 of The Liar in Room 5

“Extra?”

“Yeah.” I squirmed in embarrassment and suddenly wished I’d kept my mouth closed.

“Oh hell yes,” Daddy growled.

He pushed himself off me, threw back the covers, and wasted no time getting me naked. After one more firm kiss on my mouth, he flipped me over on the bed. Daddy sucked a breath in through his teeth in a slow hiss. I felt his hands grab the globes of my ass and knead softly. My hard cock inexplicably hardened even more as precum leaked from it, likely leaving a wet spot on the sheets.

Before I knew what he was about, I felt Daddy’s lips between my shoulder blades. He rained kisses down my back until he reached my ass. Once there, he switched to nibbles and licks. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I just let myself float. No way in hell was I going to get in the way of where he was headed. Daddy spread my cheeks, and I felt him kiss that most intimate spot on me.

Daddy’s tongue explored every puckered fold before his tongue pushed forward into me. The stimulation of that tight spot of nerves sent waves of pleasure cascading across my body. Whatever ability I had to think was gone as wave after wave of pleasure steamrolled over me. Daddy’s hands gripped my hips and pulled me up without ever pulling his mouth off me. His hand fisted my cock while his tongue fucked me. With just a few pumps, I was already over the edge and cum spilled from my cock. I might regret the wet spot tomorrow, but it was worth it to feel this good. Daddy groaned, then released my pulsing dick. I vaguely heard the sound of him stroking his cock over me. When I heard his shout and then felt the splash of warm cum on my back, I couldn’t hide an exhausted smile. He collapsed on top of me, and I didn’t even care about the wet spot. His harsh breathing was a drumbeat in my ear. I was sated and happy and tired. It was perfect.

“Can you breathe?” Daddy mumbled in my ear.

“Barely,” I whispered back.

“Good enough.” I heard the smile in his voice and suspected he was feeling the same as me in the moment.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to move.”

“So don’t.”

“Unless you want us sticking together and sleeping in unpleasant wet spots, we have to,” he said regretfully.

“Fine. If we must, we must.”

“I’ll wash your back. It’s the least I can do.”

“Daddy, you’re such a gentleman.” I giggled.

“And don’t you forget it,” Daddy said with a smack on the ass. “C’mon, I want to wash your front too.”

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” Daddy’s voice was scratchy with sleep, but I could tell he was happy and didn’t even mind that I had woken him up. He probably would’ve been up hours ago, except he hadn’t gotten home until after midnight, and then we’d stayed up way past that. “I thought you liked to sleep in.”

“You must be a mind reader. I was just thinking that you probably would’ve been up hours ago.”

Getting out of bed didn’t seem like a good plan, so I snuggled closer to Daddy instead. He automatically wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. The heat of his body was almost overwhelming, but thankfully, this man kept his house at a ridiculously low temperature. I didn’t even want to think about the state of his electric bill every month.

“Yeah, I would’ve been, but somebody kept me up ’til all hours of the morning.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a complaint or not,” I confessed. Since I was sprawled over the top of him, I didn’t think either of us was too worried.

“It’s definitely not a complaint, and maybe I could get used to sleeping late. It’s kinda nice.”

“I agree.”

“Do you have to be anywhere today, or can you hang out with me?”

“Do you want to hang out with me?”

“Obviously. I asked you because I wanted that, but I do have a few errands to run. I need to drop off some dry cleaning and get my oil changed because the light won’t stay off.”

“That sounds very domestic, Daddy.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

There was satisfaction in his voice, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that, so I decided I wasn’t going to address it at all.