Daddy's Perfect Match

Chapter 29

I'm very sorry for the delay. My daddy and I broke up and I wasn't feeling very romantic.

Charlotte's Point of View

I'm humming as I rifle through the freezer for dessert.
Daddy and I have set up a routine.
We eat lunch together, I sneak into his house to sleep every night and back home every morning, and he spends every second of his days off with me. I feel cherished, bathed in attention. Maybe it's the check in texts every hour, or the fact that he always asks before he takes the night with friends, but I feel like his number one. And he's mine.

I hear my mom's heels clip clop up behind me.
"You seem happy these days!"
"I am"
She gives me a firm hug.
"Is it a boy?" She asks conspiratorially.
I can honestly say "It isn't a boy" I mean, it's one hot hunk of man, but she can't know that.
"Are you excited about school starting?" I try to smile, "oh geez don't get too excited" my moms sarcasm can't make me crack a smile.
I hate school. I hate that it's loud, and I hate sitting still for hours. And next year is going be all about applying for college, and I don't think I even want to go to college. Someday I'll figure out what I want to do with myself and maybe I'll go get a degree then. For now? I just want some space to figure things out. I want to live some kind of life outside of school.
That would not go over well with my mother. She would be so mad. What would my classmates think? All the smart kids are looking at a thousand fancy universities. Everyone just assumes I am too.
There's a tightness growing in my chest as I eat my ice cream. The minute my mom and dad go to bed I fly towards the place I know I'll always be safe.

"Daddy!"
He always leaves the door unlocked for me now.
I run right into his study. He's bathed in blue from three huge computer monitors, sitting on a big black leather swivel chair, which bounces as I straddle daddy's lap. I hook my arms around his broad chest and snuggle into the light dusting of hair coming out his v neck.
"Whoah. Hey baby!"
He saves his work then wraps his arms around me.
"Is something up?"
"Daddy, school starts in a week! I won't get to see you nearly as much, and I hate school! I don't want to go for 5 more years!"
"Honey it's going to be ok. We'll make time, and it's your last year. Next year you can do whatever you want."
"I can?"
"Yes muffin. You don't have to go to college until you're ready and sure you know what you want, maybe not at all. There are so many options baby"
I lay my head down and trace  swirls on his chest.
Time passes gently.
"Daddy?"
"Baby?"
I pull my head up and lock eyes with him.
"I want to make love to you" he starts to speak, but I need him to know, "I mean it this time. I really do want to."
His face is serious,  I see a glint of excitement in his eyes.
"Baby, you're not quite rea-"
"But daddy!"
"Hear me out kitten. There are things we need to do to get ready"
"Well let's do them!"
His wraps me up in his arms, stands up and strides into the den.
He turns on the lights and lays me down on the couch. He runs his hands down my arms and smiles at me.
Then he reaches for the zipper of my jeans.
"Trust me honey."
He strips off my pants like a pro, kissing me soundly on the lips before stripping my shirt over my head and clicking open my bra. The air hits my skin and I curl a little in on myself. Daddy never plays with me with the lights on. He always reaches down to stroke me when we're snuggled in bed.

The room is warm and the leather of the couch is buttery soft under me.
I sit up and watch the muscles of daddy's chest flex and contract as he pulls off his shirt, and takes off his pants and his boxers!
I've never really gotten a good look at the whole situation down there.
I blush.
The heat travels from my face down.
He sits down and pats the spot next to him.
I crawl over, red as a tomato and tingly all over.
I sit next to him, looking into warm eyes, expectant.
His crooked smile is in full force.
"You're so beautiful baby"
"You're so handsome daddy"
"Aww thank you sweety"
He tucks me into his side and... Grabs the remote?
"Monsters Inc or Meet the Parents?"
"Uh.. Meet the Parents?"
"Good choice baby"
He drops a kiss on the top of my head and starts the movie and I just sit there confused.
"What are we doing?" I whisper.
"Hush honey, it's preparation"
"For what?"
He reaches over and cups his hand over my mound, one finger dipping lower. Then he pulls it away, as if he's made his point and just runs his hand up and down my side.
I get curious too. I laugh at every punch line in the movie, but my hands run over his chest and lower, first grazing the hard, slightly hairy length of his thigh, then resting my hand by his cock.
When the movie is over he scoops me into his arms and into the bathroom. He puts the strawberry toothpaste he bought me when I first started staying over onto my pink toothbrush.
I watch him watch my boobs jiggle as I brush my teeth.
He tsks me when I reach for my nightgown. He pulls me under the covers with him and tangles his legs with mine.
His hard cock is sandwiched between us, burning hot into my stomach. His torso is much longer than mine, so the base of it runs right over the seam of my pussy.
I wiggle experimentally. My lips part a little and there's a wet warmth between us.
I wiggle again.
"Not tonight baby"
"But you're.." That erection cannot possibly be comfortable for him.
"Hush"
He pulls me tighter. I nuzzle into his warm chest and sleep.