A poorly disguised smut collection

Yes Daddy

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Warning: spanking, oral, daddy kink

The gentle summer breeze blew as it caressed your exposed legs, whilst you lay cuddled up to him. Eyes closed, the only sound was your slow breathing mixed in with the occasional murmur of the surrounding nature. The thin blanket beneath you being the only protection you have against the soft tickles of the lush green grass. Opening your eyes momentarily, you glance up at him. Soft pink lips, rosy red cheeks and soft bouncy curls contrasted with the harsh sharpness of his jawline.

He is perfect. And his is yours.

The mere thought brought a chaste smile to your lips as you giggled.
This felt surreal.

"What's so funny, love?" his deep voice rumbled from his chest. He always spoke slowly, carefully, as if he wanted to make sure that every word he chose was perfect. It was almost as though his accent was so thick, it stopped him from voicing his thoughts any quicker.

"Nothing babe, just... admiring you I guess," you said shyly as you buried your face in his chest to hide the fact you're blushing.

There it was, the laugh you loved so much. It was an amused chuckle that started from within, building up in his tummy and gaining the force to rain from his lush lips.

"I love you so much," you tighten your grip around his waist and give him a quick squeeze.

"You know I'll always love you more," I could feel him smiling at me.

There was a brief silence as you contemplated my next words, you didn't want to sound desperate nor did you want to sound too childish. You want to say it in a way that he would understand, without having to be too blunt.

"I'm ready," you said quickly.

"I'm sorry dear, what did you just say?" he said confused.

"I'm... ready," you paused between each word, putting emphasis on the last word.

"You mean-"

"Yes," you cut him off quickly as he sat up on his elbows.

Staring back at him as he searched my face for only God knows what, you stare into the green orbs that seemed to look past you, into the very depths of your soul.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," you say firmly. It was true, he was the one you were entrusting with the delicate flower that you held so dear. You were not only gong to let him pluck it, but you willed it to happen. You thought about it often, so much so that you'd wake up with flushed cheeks and labored breathing after spending the day with him.

"Wow, okay then," he said excitedly as he grinned down at you.

This was it, you were finally ready.

Packing up our things, we headed to the car, hand in hand.
The whole drive back was filled with a comfortable silence as you thought this over to myself.

You're gunna do this, and it will be okay because you know that he wouldn't ever hurt you... with ill intention that is... Would he be gentle? You think to yourself as you remembered the legends you had heard. He's the kind of guy that makes girls walk funny for days, gave them questionable bruises and had them coming back again and again.
I blush as the thoughts go through my head and he glances at me, smiling.

Finally reached his house, and before you knew it, he had opened your car door and begun guiding you to the front steps.

The second you passed the threshold, the door had barely closed when you felt his perfect lips mold with yours in a sweet kiss that quickly turns into one of passion and need.