Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

The Desire That Flams

I locked myself in my room, waiting for Daddy to call me on my way back to Jakarta. I was ready from now on. I've been wearing my jacket and shoes. My hair is also tied up neatly. However, what I received instead was a whatsapp message.

》 I waited in the car, yes. Make sure none of your stuff is left behind.

Huh! I think it's better. She must have avoided the temptation to kiss me again and led me into the room, which she would have probably pushed me on the bed had she come to my room.

Fortunately, when I opened the door, my suitcase was no longer on the doorstep. Daddy put it in the back of the car. And when I got out of the cabin, Daddy was talking to someone. The garden worker he assigned to take care of Choky and Tamara.

"Where's the key, Dad?" my many.

"No need. Later Mr. Darman will take care of."

"Oh, okay." I rushed down the stairs too.

Daddy opened the door to the passenger, I went in and sat down, and he said goodbye to Mr. Darman and got into the wheel.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Nothing left?"

"Hopefully nothing."

"OKAY. We're leaving."

While Daddy moved the gears and drove the car, I couldn't help but ask him for something. "In Surabaya later, we stopped by for a while to the funeral, huh? I want to stop by my mother's grave."

He nodded a little. It seemed like he didn't want to chat while he was driving, so I looked out the window, staring at the passing scenery.

"I'm getting hungry. If we just drop by breakfast around here, how about it?"

"Oooooh..," I cried. "So... Daddy was silent because he was hungry?" I giggle.

I turned my head, looked at him and smiled -- rather mischievously. "You what?"

Feeling pelted with the signal, Daddy immediately pulled the car over at a nearby resto and turned the ignition. "What?" tanyakanya.

"And I went to Daddy. Want what?"

"What?"

"Come," I said. I turned my face away from her, and leaned back in my chair.

From the corner of my eye, Daddy turned to the side, out the window, and in the next round he grabbed me.

My breathlessness made. The more he gets here, the more his passion for me grows. His kiss did start off gently, but after releasing his lips, he repeated it again with a slight roughness. As if my lips were some kind of chewy flesh that he must l*mat for the sake of satisfaction. A moment later, he released me and looked at me deeply. "Don't get mad? Emm?"

"Anged... that is? Angry why? I'm not angry, though. Never will."

He smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then...

"Eummmm... Daddy....," I sigh* long, "uuuuuh...!"

So much fun. What should I do? I like her strong* around my neck. In fact, it does give me a sense of pleasure. Makes me tremble, but it's fun. I feel like someone is going to explode inside of me.

Long enough after, Daddy broke away from me. He leaned back in his chair. He looked out the window and came back to me. "I'm sorry" he said, holding my hand now shielded between his broad arms. "You can tell me you don't like it, but don't be mad at me. Please?"

I nodded, biting my lips withstanding the shy hue. "It's okay. I'm not mad. Emm. I like that. Tap-"

Oh my goodness, he repeated it again. Sticking again with his burning desire. Even. his roar of breath hunts in the ears.

"Please, promise me you'll take good care of yourself. And only I can touch you? Hm? I'm waiting for you, Kejora. I'm waiting for you."