Page 22 of Her Cover Model Daddy
“No, I’m not. Should I be?” he asked, his eyes almost glowing through what little light was available.
Lacy thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging. “It would make being Big with you a lot easier. I wouldn’t have to rip your boxers off you to get to your cock.”
“It’s too early to be sexy. Now go back to sleep, Lacy-girl. We’ll be sexy later,” he said giving her ass a sharp pat.
“Daddy!” she protested with a squeal. “No spanks.”
“Then go back to bed before you end up with a hot ass for keeping Daddy awake when he should be getting his beauty sleep.”
Lacy huffed a sigh that ended in a yawn, but settled in and closed her eyes. Though she was tempted to argue that he was beautiful enough without any more sleep, she wouldn’t mind getting a few more winks herself.
Daddy’s hand rubbing up and down her back helped silence the anxious voice in her head. The one that kept trying to windher up with a seemingly endless list of things to worry about. Tuning out the voice, she concentrated on the slow rise and fall of Daddy’s chest under her hand and relaxed into his touch.
Two hours later she sat up when the room’s phone rang. “What? Who? Where?”
“You forgot when and why,” Drake said as he reached over and answered the phone. “Good morning. Yes, thank you. Have a good day yourself.”
It took until he hung up for her to understand exactly what was going on. Finally she blinked and stretched her arms over her head. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning, Lacy-girl. Ready to get up and take a million pictures?”
“Uh-huh. But first we need to get dressed and get some coffee. And maybe some breakfast.”
An arm around her waist pulled her off balance so she ended up lying on her back looking up at a wide awake and hungry looking Drake. Only she was pretty certain it wasn’t breakfast he had a hankering for.
“Good morning,” she whispered, feeling a little nervous.
“Good morning,” he replied before planting a kiss on her that her had entire body heating in response.
“Aren’t we supposed to be getting up and ready for the day?” she said, still in a soft whisper.
“Not yet,” he said as he settled beside her on the bed.
Lacy sucked a breath when his hand covered covering her right breast and massaged the flesh, sending electricity through her body straight to her pussy, which grew wet and demanded more. Arching her back, she pushed the mound of flesh up for a better connection with his palm.
She whined when he lifted his hand and moved it to her left breast and performed the same gentle manipulation on it.
He then traced lines and circles down her body to the top of her slit.
“Are you horny, babygirl? Do you need Daddy to fuck you and make you feel better?”
“Uh-huh. Oh, yes please, Daddy. Fuck me good,” Lacy begged with a grin. Starting this crazy day with an orgasm from her Daddy would be the bestest.
“Spread your legs, I need to make sure.”
Her need for him blew away any thought of embarrassment and she spread her legs as wide as they could go. Drake moved to lay between them. She sucked a breath when his fingers spread her lower lips. Leaning in, he licked from her back hole all the way to clit.
“Oh, yeah, Lacy-girl, you are more than ready for Daddy,” Drake said before crawling up the bed to cover her body.
Drake fit just the head of his cock into Lacy’s pussy before pausing. Looking into her eyes, he asked, “Are you sure babygirl? We don’t have to do this. We can spend the weekend as Little Lacy and Daddy.”
He was not surprised when she met his gaze with fire in her eyes. “Daddy, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna hurt you. Bad.”
Feeling the same intense need, he drove his hips forward, filling her pussy.
Then he froze and concentrated on just breathing to hold back his impending orgasm. He smiled as she bent her legs and planted her feet on the bed. A moment later, she began to thrust her hips up.
“Whatcha doing, babygirl?” he asked as he pressed her down, stilling her movements.
