Daddy [18+]

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10:22 A.M.
Thursday, February 8th 2007

"Michael?" I ask quietly.

"Hm?" He rests his chin on the top of my head lightly.

"I-I think I like you..." I whisper.

It stays quiet for a moment before he chuckles lightly.

"I know." He says softly. My stomach sinks.

"What?" I furrow my brows in confusion.

"You're not very good at hiding it. And here I am, thinking I was making it too obvious." He says through and audible smile.

... wait what?

"Making what too obvious?" I ask just to make sure he's talking about what I think he's talking about.

"I've been flirting with you since the day we met, Rose."

I blush, wishing I could fade away into nothing. But a sense of excitement is present in the pit of my chest.

"You like me?" I ask, biting my lip with a smile.

He doesn't respond, he just plants a light kiss on my shoulder before resting his cheek there. He kissed me...

"I thought you were just being extra nice to me." I say quietly.

"I was. But I was flirting with you too." he tells me. My heart rate increases and I begin to blush vibrantly. He moves my hair with one hand, placing a gentle, lingering kiss on my jaw.

My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as an intense throbbing is felt between my legs. I bite my lip.

He kisses again, this time just below my jaw. I tense up and let out a quiet whimper.

"Does that make you feel good?" He whispers in my ear. I furrow my brows and nod. I can almost hear my heart beat in my head.

"Just relax... don't tense up." He tells me, letting go of my hand and rubbing my thigh. I try to focus on relaxing my body.

"There you go." He says before kissing the side of my neck again. I let my head rest on his chest and close my eyes. I'm in complete bliss right now. I don't know what this man is doing to me, but I like it.

"Do you ever touch yourself?" He asks deeply. My breath hitches in my throat. It feels like the temperature went up like 10 degrees.

"N-no... I've never..." I shake my head.

"Never?"

"Uh uh."

"Why not?"

"I don't know... I've never thought about it." I tell him.

"I don't make you want to touch yourself?" He slides his hand up my leg slowly before sucking on my earlobe. I let out a little moan at the feeling.

"S-sometimes..." I answer breathlessly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nod, biting my lip. His hand slowly slides up my baggy shirt and rubs at my bare stomach.

"Do I make you... want to touch yourself?" I ask him shyly.

"All the time." He says kissing my cheek. An image of him masturbating clouds my head. Oh my god that's so hot. He thinks about me when he does it?

"I've never felt this way before..." I whisper.

"Tell me how you feel."

"I f-feel good..."