He raised his eyebrows. “Goodness. Well, I didn’t know I was dealing with true, hard facts.”
With a sigh, she leaned her face into his chest. “Well, you are.”
“Too bad your bottom is so sore, because I thought we might snuggle on the sofa and watch a movie. But if your bottom is that bad, then you might need to go straight to bed.”
She sat up. “I’m good, Daddy. I’m good!”
“You sure? Wouldn’t want to make you sit on a burning hot bottom.”
“I’m good, Daddy. If it’s sore, I’ll just lie down.”
“Okay then.” He reached over to the coffee table, stopping her from sliding off his lap with an arm around her back. He grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. “Blow.”
“Daddy!” she protested, trying to bat away the tissue. “I can do that.”
“Georgie-girl, let me help. Now be a good girl and blow your nose for Daddy.”
“The things you say,” she muttered.
He set her on her feet and after making sure she was steady, he got up and moved to get the remote. “What would you like? Fairies? Princesses? Trolls?”
“Pirates of the Caribbean!”
He eyed her for a long moment. “That doesn’t seem very appropriate.”
She blew a raspberry at him then stilled in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve never blown a raspberry before.”
“Well, as cute as it was, don’t get into a habit of doing it,” he warned. “Sure? Pirates of the Caribbean?”
“Yep, it’s got everything that’s awesome. Please, Daddy.”
“All right but if you have nightmares from it . . .” he trailed off.
“Yes?”
“I’ll cuddle you all night like I always do.”
Yep. That’s what she thought he was going to say.
Somehow, she ended up lying on top of him on the sofa. He pulled a blanket over her, even though she wasn’t cold since the fire was roaring. The house rattled from the wind outside, but in here she was safe and warm.
Almost too warm.
Ed palmed her hot ass, his fingers pushing between her cheeks, the tips of his fingers close to her puckered entrance.
And it was driving her crazy. Her clit throbbed.
Ask for what you need.
“I need to strip off. I’m too hot.”
“I can take the blanket off,” h
e offered.
“No, let me.” She pushed herself up so she was straddling his cock. He was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless tank. He was so beautiful. Slowly, she stood, rubbing herself deliberately against his dick.
It was a bit naughty, she knew. But she wanted to torture him. Just a little. She took off her onesie. She was only wearing a pair of cotton panties underneath. And she got rid of those too.