Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Dance Floor

Daddy found an empty table outside and left me there while he went back inside to look for food. I sat back in my chair, enjoying the beauty of the night. The sky is decorated with millions of stars. The almost perfectly round moon smiled at us. The air was filled with crickets, music, and laughter.

Just for a moment, Daddy came back from the inside with a few pieces of chocolate cake, apple pie, and a cup filled with strawberry juice. "Hopefully this is enough" he said.

"Surely," I said. He always remembered that I was a chocolate enthusiast. I ate a piece of chocolate and was happy. The chocolate was very delicious of the quality kind. I really enjoyed the chocolate, while Daddy sat in front of me and cut the apple pie. He looked at me and smiled. Then...

He stretched out his fork to me. "You taste it?"

Ah, the idea of eating from a fork and a Daddy feed is much more tempting than the pie.

Why not, I leaned my body forward to accept his offer. But.. huh! Daddy couldn't take his eyes off me while my mouth covered the fork. And when I licked my lips, he turned his face away.

Conscious of Daddy's reaction, I wiped my mouth with a napkin, wondering why the weather had turned hot tonight. Scratch my glass and sip my drink for a long time, hoping that it can calm me down and ease the twists in my stomach.

And finally, we finished the chocolate cake and pie in silence, and immediately returned to the reception room after our stomachs were quite full.

"You dance?" ask Daddy.

I glanced at the couples on the dance floor, then at the heels of my shoes which I estimated were over ten inches.

"Just calm down, my hands will always be quick to protect you."

Glegs!

I know those two hands that have been keeping me and protecting me ever since I was born. But hearing Daddy say it right now, my heart went up and wanted to jump out.

I'm nodding. Daddy grabbed my arm and led me to the dance floor.

This is. it's unthinkable. We danced among a lot of people that although I knew not everyone was watching Daddy, I was still very nervous. I tried to focus my attention, but it wasn't easy. Not to mention, I was well aware that Daddy's big hand was holding my hand. Daddy's body was firmly attached to me, and his arms were solid around my waist. Again, this closeness corroborated my nerves. The smell of Daddy's wood-scented perfume teased my nose. And, I'm also very aware of the hard muscles in Daddy's back that move under my palms. Daddy's breath blows softly on my cheek. And the adult man's eyes were as warm and hot as fudge, like an intimate caress as he looked down at me.

Again I was troubled by the silence between us. Come on, Kejora, you love reading novels and watching movies. Think of it as a scene from a book you read a lot or a scene in a movie you watch. Say something.

My God, my heart stopped beating when the pair of black eyes looked me in the eye.

It was a scene that I had read and I had to watch no matter how many times - - the female character danced with a tall, white, handsome hero. If this was one of those fictional scenes, the man would have kissed the woman by now.

But this is a reality, which is more than even a proficient writer can describe. And. I looked into Daddy's eyes, my heart pounded faster as he lowered his head. Her...

He kissed me.

Aaaaah. I'm tremblingrrr... terrible!

Everything is gone. Daddy's touch of lips made music, people, everything just as if it wasn't around us anymore. It was just me, and the man who was hugging me at this moment.

Daddy's manly scent drugged me. His arms around my waist were steady and strong, but also soft. And his lips.. warm, sweet. Chocolate connoisseur mixed pie and strawberry. I swear by anything, the kiss is always intoxicating. And then...

Good Lord!

It's mortifying. The other couples broke away from the dance floor and instead focused on watching us. I felt my cheeks burn when I realized the atmosphere around us. The sound of applause crept into my buzzing ears.

"Daddy," I murmured in embarrassment.

He smiled, grabbed my hand and took me, out of the dance floor. "Rilex," he said after we exited the building again. He held his hand around my shoulder and stroked my shoulder. "Everything will be fine. They will assume there is no harm in husband and wife kissing each other like that. Even if it's in a public place."

"Yes, but right...."

The sound of hissing sounded from his lips. "You are mine. My dear wife."

Candidate, Daddy.. New candidate!

Haddeh! Kumat continues to gesreknya.