Page 36 of Kylan

I took a second to pull my vest down, ensuring there was no come on it, and opened the door.

The pizza guy, about my age, tall and broad, smiled and was about to say something, then... stopped. “Well, damn,” he mumbled. He seemed to forget he was holding the box with a bag on top, too busy looking at me.

I’d never let anyone I didn’t know see me in a skirt, let alone in one that resembled an anime girl’s school uniform.

Then I felt it . . .

Seepage. Marek’s seed was oozing out of me.

“Everything okay?” Marek called out.

“Yes, daddy,” I replied. “Is it paid for?”

“Of course, princess,” Marek yelled.

The pizza guy’s eyes widened. I grinned and took the box. “Have a good night.”

“Not as good as yours, apparently,” the pizza guy mumbled.

“I highly doubt it,” I said with a laugh and closed the door. I skittered back to the lounge room. Marek was cleaning the sofa and Leon was gone. It made me sad. “Oh, did daddy have to go already? He didn’t say goodbye.”

“I told him we’d call him again at bedtime.” Marek came and took the pizza. He slid it onto the table and took my face in his hands and kissed me softly. “He was very happy with you.”

I looked up at him. “He was?”

Marek smiled. “As am I.”

I squirmed, trying to clench my arse, not wanting to make a mess. “Daddy, I think I’m leaking a little. I want to keep your seed inside me.”

Marek’s nostrils flared. “Turn around,” he ordered and faced me to the table and bent me over. “Let daddy take a look.”

I bent over, knowing the skirt wasn’t hiding anything.

Marek bent down, kneeling between my feet, his hands on my arse, and he massaged me. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s beautiful.”

Then he stood up. “Stay there, just like that.” He took his phone and snapped a few pics. “Daddy’s gonna love this.”

He palmed my arse cheek again, giving it a good wobble, making me leak some more. “God, I could fuck you again right now.”

“Okay, daddy,” I breathed, widening my legs, waiting...

Wanting more.

Marek laughed, a pained sound. “Stand up, princess. Go and get cleaned up. We’ll have dinner. I’ll put this ice cream in the freezer.” He took the bag and headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll set the table. Be quick, darling.”

I raced upstairs and opted for the quickest shower ever. The detachable showerhead made for easy cleaning, and I opted for a cute cotton pink pyjama set and panties with cupcakes on them. I felt cute and adorable and ready for food and snuggles.

When I came back down, Marek had the table set for two, the pizza box open, and the television on. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” he said.

I nodded. “I am.”

“Do you feel okay?” he asked as I sat down.

“I feel great, daddy,” I said. “I’m excited for ice cream and a movie and calling daddy again at bedtime.”

Marek smiled as he sipped his glass of water. “Me too, darling. Me too.”

I walked into our unit,slid my phone and key onto the kitchen counter, and slid dreamily onto the couch. Fitch was watching me, so I made a show of putting the back of my hand to my forehead and swooning.

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