Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Morning Greetings

I was awakened the next morning by Oma's voice exclaiming from the staircase that it was time for school, and immediately saw Daddy's handsome face and his sweet smile greeting me. He sat on the bed, next to me.

It was just a dream, I thought. Then I closed my eyes again, intending to sleep another five minutes.

"Good morning, beautiful" she said.

My eyes are practically wide open. I quickly sat down and tried to cover up my surprise. I rubbed my eyes with both hands and looked around, realizing that I was actually in the room - at home, not at the cottage in Malang.

"Daddy... Why is it here?"

"Shhhh.. don't be noisy."

"Therefore, we can be hired by Oma if Daddy sneaks into my room."

"Eat him," he imitated my tone, "don't be noisy. Oma didn't know that Daddy had come home from a morning run."

Oh, yeah, I just noticed her wet t-shirt, as well as the smell of sweat on her sexy body. And, that's exciting.

No! What the hell, Kejora... straighten your mind!

I looked down at the sheets, feeling very ashamed of everything. With my new waking state, and the way I just looked at it with desire.

"What's wrong?" many nervous.

Smile expands. "none. Just wanted to be the first one you saw this morning."

Really, I couldn't hold my lips back, my smile blooming like a flower in the morning. "Basic gumbal!" ledek.

"There's more," he said.

"Eh, what?"

"Want to taste your sweetness."

I'm glaring. "It's at home, Dad." I shook my head while smiling shamefully. I don't want to refuse if I'm not afraid of her mother who's gonna pick us both up if she gets caught alone in the room. He said that last night when we just got home.

"Daddy..," I cried slowly.

He pulled me and practically made me topple over and directly overpowered me. "Give me a minute" he asked. "I beg you?"

The deg!

"Daddy...." I swallowed spit.

"Please?"

"I'm scared-"

"I know my limits."

"No, I'm just afraid that you'll judge me cheap if I let-"

"Shhh...." His finger was on my lips. "Keep your worries. Just give me a second. Yea?"

I shook my head, but it meant nothing when he kept his fingers away from my lips, and replaced them with his lips which instantly broke my nerves. I stiffened -- like her, and, out of breath. He didn't take his mouth off me after a gentle kiss that ended - making the space inside my mouth a playground for his wild tongue.

A moment later, I was just trying to breathe when he took his lips off me, but my breath seemed to have stopped again as he buried his lips and row of white teeth on the front side of my right shoulder. Sick, but delicious. Bloody, but I was excited.*a delicious sigh came out of my throat along with my sassy fingers gripping her black and bushy hair.

"Trims," he said, smiling with pleasure - a picture of satisfaction with his desire that was slightly channeled. "I found my soul back alive thanks to your presence. I love you so much, Kejora." He landed a kiss on my forehead and then came down from me.

Hmmmm... Doraemon, where's Doraemon? Lend me a time machine! Make this year go by quickly.

Argha! Really, Daddy's driving me crazy.

After Daddy came out of my room, I stood up and stretched, then walked to the bathroom. Grabbing the towel, I turned to close the door behind me. And as I took off my clothes, the reflection in the mirror drew my attention to the red mark that Daddy left on my body. I smiled too.

"His soul came back to life after seventeen years?"