The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 9

Lala woke the next morning, finding a heavy tattooed arm slung over her, holding her tightly. She smiled, snuggling in the large man, behind her in bed. She took in every moment she could, feeling cared about, wanted, loved. Until Matthew awoke groaning, squeezing her tighter, pressing his morning erection against her back side. "Good morning," she said smirking, letting a giggle escape.

Matthew smiled in to the back of her neck. "Good morning, my gorgeous," his morning voice hoarse but still sounded like sweet velvet to Lala's ears. He began kissing her neck, when she flinched, causing Matthew to jump up looking down at her.

Lala chuckled. "Sorry, little tender." She said sheepishly, giving a smile.

Matthew looked down at her, seeing very blunt teeth marks. "I'm sorry... I may have been a little too hard," he took his hand and let his fingers stroke the side of her neck. "On you, last night."

Giggling, Lala shook her head. "Not possible," she said leaning to reach for his lips. Matthew caught them quickly with his own. Lala pulled away falling back on the pillow. "You taste like eggs." Matthew made a questioning face. "I love eggs," she giggled, burying herself into him.

Matthew smiled, holding tightly. "Eggs huh?" Lala stiffled a giggle, pressing her face in his chest. "Sounds pretty good, if you ask me." Lala nodded. "Get dressed when you are ready, and I'll have breakfast sent to your room," he said letting go of her, getting out of bed.

Lala huffed, looking at him, the silk sheet, didn't cover her anymore. Reveiling her naturally round breasts. Matthew stared at her for a moment, and then began getting dressed. "Noo," she whined. "Why can't we stay a little longer?"

Matthew finished buttoning up his pants and looked over at her. "I've already over stayed. I have work to do." He grabbed his shirt throwing it over his shouder. " Don't expect this very often."

The statement confused Lala, causing her to scrunched her eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

Matthew was now facing the the door, his hand on the handle. "I don't stay afterwards."

Lala climbed out of the bed, still naked, walking over to him. She wrapped her small arm around him, kissing his bare back. "Okay, I understand." Matthew turned in her embrace, leaning down kissing her forehead.

"Thank you for understanding." And with that he left, closing the door behind him

Lala took a deep breath, looking around the room. She walked over to the wall with goodies hanging. She let her fingers tough one of the whips, then quickly pulling away. Realizing these could have been used on other girls. She then swiftly, dressed herself and went to her room to find a tray of toast, bacon, and eggs.

She giggled to herself and flopped down on the bed and began eating. once she was done, she decided she wanted to look her best today, since she was feeling like she was on cloud nine. She sat herself down at the make up table, turning on the beauty bulbs, almost blinding herself. "Jesus," she muttered, and began going through all the high end make up she could dream of.

She decided on a red eye shadow with black winged liner. She then went to choose her wardrobe, picking a striped black and red, tank top dressed, that clung to her body in all the right ways. "Fuckin' perfect."

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Matthew sat at his desk, the thought of Lala danced around in his head distracting him. The way her body moved with him, against him. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Sanders." Johnny said as he walked in planting himself in the chair in front of the desk.

Matthew threw out his thoughts, setting himself to work mode. "I need to know how Ben's daughter is doing?"

Johnny chuckled, scrunching his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"