His Girl

13 || Daddy loves you

The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs woke me up. I rolled to the other side of the bed and winced. My legs were sore, my pussy so bare as I forced myself into a sitting position. Gerard must be on steroids or some sort of drugs because the man could fuck for long intervals without a break. I might be the younger one among us but my stamina paled in comparison to his.

Speaking of Daddy, where was he? I didn't put on any clothes because that might have upset him. So I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my chest. I stopped in front of the mirror to run a brush through the nest on my head and continued the journey to the kitchen. Halfway out of the door, I stopped. I breathed on my palm and inhaled it. Na. I couldn't go out there without brushing. I skipped to the bathroom, put a glob of paste in my mouth and rinsed it before rushing to join Gerard in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon and egg was stronger at the door. I stopped, leaning on the doorframe as the firm muscles of his ass twitched in his shorts. The shorts didn't look like mine. Did he leave to get some clothes?

Gerard was without his shirt but had an apron tied round his waist. Wasn't he scared of getting scarred by the oil? But he looked comfortable.

"Daddy," I mumbled, hurrying to hug him from behind. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through him and tingling my pussy. He placed a hand on mine to give it a squeeze, and I giggled. This was so different from our old life. I loved it. Without missing a beat or letting go of me, he flipped the egg in the pan. I gasped. "Wow, Daddy. You're good in other areas. This smells nice, by the way."

The only sound I got from him was that of his rich laughter. I hopped to the side and bit off a piece from the egg he transferred to a plate.

"I'm good at a lot of other things, Hana," he said. He turned off the cooker, tugged me towards him, and lifted me to the countertop. Spreading my legs apart, he rested both hands on my knees. "Do you cook?"

I nodded. I have always loved cooking but I didn't mind him taking over. Gerard walked away to clean up the pots and pans he used. I wasn't sure when I jumped down from the counter, but I was hugging him from behind again. What was better than a man who cooked? A man who cleaned up after cooking.

Gerard didn't let me do anything. He carried a tray to the dining room and set it down. Pulling out a chair for me, he pushed me down into it and massaged my shoulders.

"Breakfast for my baby girl," he said. I looked over my shoulder to catch a glance of him, and he winked. "She was so good yesterday."

I blushed to my toes. He squatted and stretched his hand for the blanket covering my body. I gave it without hesitation. When he poured some juice into my glass and a few drops into his mouth, my throat dried up.

His lips drew close to my chest. He picked up ice from the second glass and rubbed circles over my nipples. My thighs clenched. I tried to touch him or hold onto the table as he switched the ice for his mouth but he held my hands at my sides. A weight pressed into my chest. I needed a release and would explode if I didn't get it.

Gerard took his beautiful time with each nipple, scrapping the taut skin and massaging them with ice to ease the pain. He didn't need to touch my pussy but I was slippery wet, my juices soaking the chair.

All he did was drag a fingertip over my pussy lips and I gushed on the chair. I didn't stop quivering until my orgasm ended. Gerard watched me with a look of pure admiration.

"So sexy," he whispered. One hand moved to my jaw, and his finger tipped my head back. "So needy, so slutty. Such a slut for Daddy."

"Yes," I whispered. I would be anything he wanted me to be.