Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Ouch!

"Alright," said Daddy, "if that's what you want. I'll be right back for you." He smiled with his mischievous eyes. Then, without waiting for my answer, he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

While I was, I was staring at the door of the bathroom, trying not to imagine a Gibran Aditama standing under the shower, water drained his broad shoulders and his fielded chest and descended into his flat, muscular belly. Nice, long, slender body, with clean white skin. He also has muscular arms. How perfect he is.

"No" I said to myself. I shook my mind from that direction. It's not the time to think about it, because it's really going to happen any minute. I took off my bathrobe with a thumping heart. And all of a sudden, I found myself stiffening when the shower water was turned off.

My God, I was probably the most ridiculous bride that day. Unexpectedly, realizing that lingerie-I don't really cover my body at all, I jumped into bed and covered my body with a blanket.

Practically, Daddy chuckles at me like that when he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later in a bathrobe that I'm sure he's wearing nothing behind. However, even though he chuckles amusedly, his charm still makes my heart beat fast. He was very handsome with his black hair still wet.

Oh my goodness. I smile. I knew both my cheeks must have been very red when Daddy walked up to me. He sat on the edge of the bed right in front of me. For a moment but it felt so long, we just fell silent. I looked down, while Daddy's gaze still felt right through me - even though I didn't look back at him. "Daddy." I said, "don't look at me like that. I'm ashamed...."

"Then, how should I go?"

Embarrassed, I pulled the blanket over my head. But...

Omaaa...

I wanted to feel like I was squealing as the man grabbed me by my body and slowly laid me down until I was bedridden. I started shaking.

"Can I open the blanket?" he asks.

"I don't mind if I have to wear a blanket. But actually I wish I could see you completely - which is already mine. My full right."

Huff....

Relax, Kejora. This has become his right.

Slowly, I pulled down the blanket to reveal the part of my face, as well as Daddy who was now lying by my side - - probably on top of me.

He smiled, a smile warmer than the sunshine in June. "You are so beautiful" she murmured, her voice low.

My heart was beating hard as Daddy moved his hand, he pulled the lingerie strap on my shoulder that instantly slipped off in an instant, and, the tip of his fingers stroked my skin. Faster than I expected, he had already removed me from the thin silk, as well as the blanket that covered my body. I covered my lips again, and I knew my cheeks were getting blustery as Daddy's gaze traced through my body, glued to the lacy satin that covered the beauty of my chest.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered. Then, slowly, very slowly, his hand slid sensua* on my thigh until I shook again because of the sensation of his tickling finger touch. "I want you" he whispered again.

With a blush, I nodded as well. "I'm yours" I said.

Ouch!