give himself a better vantage point, and his blue eyes were clear and smiling, telling me he’d been awake for quite a while. I blushed at the thought of him watching me sleep, imagining it hadn’t been pretty. I reached up and touched my mouth, checking for drool, dropping my hand when I found none.
Of course, the loopy smile on Carson’s face told me he’d caught the movement and knew exactly what I’d been doing.
“Good morning,” he said before I could die of embarrassment and duck beneath the covers, never to come out.
“Good morning,” I mumbled with the blankets pulled up to my mouth.
With a smirk, he reached out and tugged at the blanket. “What’s this?”
“What’s what?” I asked, lowering the blanket and trying to play it cool.
“I see a cute little boy in my bed.”
Seeing the devious look on his face, I slowly began scooting backward, sensing he was up to no good.
“A cute little boy who owes me a morning kiss,” he finished.
“But I need to brush my teeth,” I said, running my tongue around my mouth and tasting a slight morning funk.
“Nope, kisses first.” And then he made a grab for me.
With a shriek, I rolled over and lunged for the edge of the bed, but his hand fisted in the back of my nightgown. “Wait,” I cried with a laugh as he began reeling me back. “Daddy! Stop!”
Wresting me down onto the bed, he swung a leg over and straddled me. Grabbing both of my wrists in one of his big hands, he pressed them to the bed above my head. “Now I got you right where I want you, little darling.”
Straining against his solid hold, I looked down when I felt something hard against my stomach. I could see the outline of his cock as it strained against the fabric of his boxers. I remembered the feel of him in my mouth and wanted more, so much more.
I wanted to feel the head of his cock pressing into my aching hole, the slight release of pressure as the flared head worked its way inside, the fullness of his shaft buried deep within my body. I wanted it all. Licking my lips, I stopped struggling. I was right where I wanted to be.
“Daddy,” I said, wiggling against him, letting him feel my answering erection against his backside.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine. “I think my little darling wants more than a good morning kiss.” He rocked back, giving me a hint of pressure as he let me feel his weight against my cock.
Nodding, I opened my mouth for him, no longer caring about our morning breath.
“And how much more does my little darling want?” he asked against my lips, his breath slipping into my mouth as he talked, his hips moving in a sensual motion that began simulating what he would do to me if I only asked.
“Fuck me, Daddy?”
I felt his body still over mine. Fearing I’d gone too far, I opened my eyes and started to take it back when the hunger on his face stopped me. Heat blazed down on me as adrenalin flooded my system at the knowledge that I was going to be well and truly fucked by the time I left his bedroom.
I glanced down between our bodies and noticed the small wet patch on the front of his boxers as I imagined the precum dripping from his tip. I squirmed against the bed as an answering spurt spilled from my cock and wetted the front of my panties. I wanted to lick it all up, but I kept my mouth shut, knowing Carson would only give me what he wanted to give me.
“What my little darling wants, my little darling gets.”
Still holding me down, Carson began rocking his cock against my stomach, letting me feel what was soon going to be inside of me.
“Now lay back and let Daddy take care of you.”
Releasing my hands, he sat up and reached for the hem of my nightgown. Inching it up slowly, he revealed my body to the light. The pink panties I wore seemed extra bright in the morning sun.
“And would you look at that,” he said, the nightgown now bunched up around my shoulders. “So pretty.” He placed a finger on my sternum and traced it down my stomach.
I sucked in a breath as his finger tickled me, a tiny giggle I couldn’t contain escaped from my mouth at his touch. And then I wasn’t laughing