You were supposed to be living a normal life. Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life. Until you met him. Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around. You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less...
Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, voyeurism, female masturbation, daddy kink, Lloyd Hansen...18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.5K
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Watching.
Looking away, only to watch some more.
He couldn't get out of his head. No, he couldn't get specifically you and your siren fucking ways of out of his head. This isn't even perverted, it's downright creepy, and he still can't look away from your sleeping body. You are a restless sleeper. But the plus side is in the couple of weeks that you have been here Lyla seemed content.
Before he felt the constant need to just watch his daughter sleep, and not on the monitor, but in her room. But now she wakes up twice a night, and rarely wakes up crying. Except in this moment he is watching you like he did his daughter. Temptress. And yet, you did nothing. Just sleep, and you still weave your alluring web around his entire thoughts.
He has been the idiot that just couldn't stop. Couldn't stop staring, or even offering his services to you. And he would. He would make sure you slept soundly. It's what you needed. You need to be fucked so hard that you don't have a thought in your brain. No wonder you stayed in your pretty little head because you had a fucking moron for a boyfriend. Lloyd is sure that encounter has had you questioning everything he said, and who the fuck cared?
What Lloyd really wanted to do when he came home was squeeze The Verb's head until his pea brain exploded. And no, he did not get turned on by the fact that you most likely had daddy issues. But you did. And you are an obedient one. You responded well with his requests.
Barely knew Lloyd and you followed his requests each time, and without hesitation. The need to praise you and tell you what a good girl you are bubbled up in his throat, and he knew it would have been a step too far. But you craved attention and adoration. Not in a bratty way, no. You behaved so well, and wanted recognition for that, and you deserved it.
But Lloyd is getting too close. Too far away still. God, he just wants to run his nose up your graceful neck as he inhales your sweet scent. What the fuck kind of perfume did you even wear? Slightly sweet, but more of a soft floral that is the most intoxicating thing he has ever smelled. Well...until the smallest bit of your slippery arousal wound up on his hand.
What a gift from whatever higher power there might be. But what a tragic moment that he walked away too quickly. He was afraid if you wiggled around too much after that spanking you would have felt the steel rod that had tented his pants. Walking to the bathroom was a difficult task. All he wanted to do was bend you over the couch while he stabbed into you.
