My own daddy ( Daddy 1)

Chapter 9

This time, when Darian woke, his arms were full of woman instead of being empty. He took a moment to savor it, hoping it was the first of many mornings they would wake together.

Although on the small side, she fit perfectly into his arms. He burrowed his nose into her hair and inhaled the sweet floral scent of her. He wanted to make the day perfect for her and thought about what might please her the most. Darian first wanted to show her the house and the lake beyond. Maybe he should have Ella, his cook, make a picnic lunch for them?

“Mmmm,” Larkin murmured and rolled onto her back. She looked up at him, and a sleepy smile crossed her face.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Larkin caressed his arm with her fingertips, making goosebumps stand out on his arm. He cleared his throat, ready to talk about the day, but he couldn’t get over the look on her face and bent to take her mouth.

She immediately opened for him and let him control the kiss. Before long, her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and he had her tucked underneath him and he was between her legs. The shirt she was wearing had ridden up to her waist, leaving her bottom naked, and the sleeping pants he wore were so thin he could feel the heat and moisture as he rubbed his hard cock against her cunt.

Darian jerked his head up. “We need to get out of bed,” he told her breathlessly.

“Why?” she murmured with her eyes closed.

Because I’m too damn close to losing it and fucking you.”

Larkin gasped. “That’s dirty talk.”

Darian grinned at the blush that covered her face. “Yes, and you need to get used to it because I’m going to use it a lot.”

Larkin giggled.

“I also want you to call me daddy when we’re at one of the homes or with our friends.

Larkin’s eyes widened. “I never thought I’d have a daddy.

You do now, but remember, I’m not the traditional type of daddy. I’m not your father. I’m your man. It’s a term of endearment.

She skimmed her fingertips over his cheek and grinned like an imp. “I think I’m really going to like that, daddy.”

Darian’s eyes slid closed, and he rested his forehead against hers. “You’ve no idea how happy that makes me.”

“I’m glad because I want to make you happy.

He bent and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “You do, sweetheart.”

She scrambled out of the covers and away from him. She screeched and giggled when he lunged for her. “Daddy, stop. I have to go potty.”

Darian chuckled and watched her sprint to the bathroom. He reluctantly moved from the bed and called down to the kitchen before he pulled out shorts and a shirt for her to wear and jeans and a polo for him. “Larkin, I have your clothes ready.”

She opened the door as she was brushing her teeth. “What?” she slurred.

Darian laughed. “I have your clothes.”

She quickly rinsed and walked to where he had placed some women’s clothes. “Where did you get these?”

“I had someone do some shopping for us yesterday.”

“Really?” She frowned. “How did you know I was going to be here?”

“When you get to know me, you’ll understand. If I want something bad enough, there’s very little I won’t do to get it. And I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”