"But-"
"I said no."
"Please Daddy. I'll be a good girl."
"What did I tell you." I gasp as he cups my wet mound.
"T-that only good girls get to c-cum." I moan as he starts to circle his fingers around my sensitive nub.
"And have you been a good girl...
While we were watching T.V Jessica would stare at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention.
She's so cute.
I look over at my phone and see that it's almost eleven.
"Alright kitten, it's bedtime," I announce.
"But I don't have a bedtime." She argues.
"Well, now you do."
"But I'm not tired." She protests.
"I don't care. Bed. Now." I say sternly.
"Yes, daddy." With a huff, she crawls under the covers and snuggles into her pillow.
I give her a peck on the lips and go to the kitchen so I can throw our trash away. As I make my way back I hear little whimpers. When I walk inside the room I see Jessica shaking and on the verge of crying. I slip into the bed and pull her close to me. In an instant, her tiny hands grip my shirt and she buries her face in my chest.
"What happened kitten?" I ask softly.
"I scawed of da storm daddy." She answers while in little space.
"Would you like me to hold you?"
"Yes pwease."
I pull her even closer and hold her tight. She lets out a satisfied sigh. I close my eyes and almost immediately fall asleep.
***
I wake up with my baby's legs thrown across me, and her face in my neck. I gently move her off of me and give her a stuffed animal to cuddle. I use the bathroom and brush my teeth with an extra toothbrush she left me. I walk out of the bathroom and find that my little girl is still sleeping. We still have an hour before work and Jessica doesn't live too far.
"Come on kitten, time to wake up."
"Hmph." She buries her face into her pillow.
"We need to go to work."
"I don't want to. I'm still tired."
"Well how about this. I'll go back to my house and change, but when I come back you need to be ready to go." I negotiate.
"But won't you be late?" She asks me.
"I'm the boss, sweet girl," I smirk.
"Oh, yea. Well uh since you're here, I'd like to tell you in advance that I won't be making it to work today."
"And why is that?"
"Well last night there was a storm and I had to take care of this huge and ugly ogre. It was traumatic sir. I think I may need therapy."
"Haha, very funny," I say sarcastically. "I'll Be back in an hour."
"Okay, Enzo."
"Enzo?"
"I think that 'Lorenzo' is too long. Do you not like it?"
"I love it," I say truthfully.
I give her a short kiss and leave her to get ready.
***
Once I get back to her place she's dressed and ready to go, but I offer to braid her hair.
A/N: Jessica's outfit:
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"Where did you learn to braid?" She asks me to start putting her hair into french braids.
Shit.
"Well um... my ex-girlfriend taught me how."
"Oh." She says showing no emotion.
Great, now it's awkward. Why couldn't I just lie!
"Was she a little?"Jessica asks with newfound interest.
Way to make it worse!
"She was."
"What was her name?"
"Sophia."
"Last name?"
"Ramierez."
"Where are you two serious?"
"I guess so."
"Did she live with you?"
"For a little while."
"Was she pretty?"
"Not as pretty as you," I say in hopes to change the subject.
"Good answer."
After my 60 seconds in the hot seat, she took a look at her hair in the mirror.
A/N: Jessica's hair:
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