Harmon - Tell Daddy You're At least Still wearing The thong

"Sorry. No clean clothes here since Macy demanded I stop having a drawer here. You don't mind me borrowing your shirt, do you daddy? You weren't using it anyway," said Olivia, looking up at me with tired eyes, batting her eyelashes innocently before she dragged her fingers down my naked chest and abs, licking her lips as her eyes followed the movement of her hand down my muscular build.

It was a morning thing. That was what I told myself as I looked down at her wrapped up in my arms in my bed, in nothing but my shirt with only two buttons done up.

Thinking it best not to inspire any additional flirtation, I tried not to tell her I was the one that put my shirt on her last night. Instead, I withdrew my arms from around her and turned my back on her, hoping to hide the morning wood I was sporting.

"I swear you still had your bra on when I put that shirt on you, Miss Hunter," I said, outing myself, the blood in my dick clearly impairing the function of my brain despite my best intentions.

What choice did I have but to bring her to bed with me? She drank herself sick because of me. I had to take care of her. That dress looked uncomfortable to sleep in, so I helped her out of it.

My stiff dick this morning had nothing to do with thoughts of the swells of her tits covered by nothing but a bra. Did she ever not wear a fucking thong? I found myself wanting to take her with me to Cupid's Cove after all just so I could find out.

Her curvaceous body. Hourglass figure. Round, naked ass. Soft tan skin. Taking that dress off was fucking stupid, especially after she unraveled before my very eyes mere minutes prior. She came so hard she fell down on her knees before me.

If I had been standing, not spurting ropes while on my back watching her after wanking to thoughts of her, what state would she have had me in? What was I talking about? She was already driving me crazy long before she walked through the door, despite my phone call to Macy minutes before. When I reached Olivia, it was all I could do not to tell her to open her mouth for my dick.

It was nothing compared to feeling her body quake beneath the weight of mine two nights ago, but fuck if she wasn't sexy as hell. The hot mess that she was. Unkempt hair. Drunk off her ass. Smeared makeup. The things I wanted to do to her.

Get it together, Harmon.

I was leaving the temptation next to me behind in a few hours. It was going to be okay.

"I knew you still wanted to get naked with me daddy," she mumbled groggily, flinging the shirt over my arm and chest.

Realizing that she was naked in my bed again, I swallowed hard as her arms wrapped around me from behind. She pressed her little body up against my back, her warmth seeping into my skin instantly putting me at ease. My hard dick twitched in my boxers.

"I know I did all those buttons up for you, baby girl. Tell daddy you're at least still wearing the thong," I said, helplessly spitting out the words in my head.

My body wouldn't move. I was paralyzed by her touch. Her voice. Her breath on my skin as she brought her lips to my ear and said, "Yes daddy. Would you like to fix that?"

This shit had to end and fucking now too. I couldn't get to the airport fast enough.

"Since you're already up, go and put yesterday's dress on. I'll take you home," I said stoically, fighting to take charge as I allowed unappealing thoughts to flood my head so I could make my body move away from hers again.

Sweaty, stinky gym socks, mouldy cheese, that fucker from last night's alcohol breath tickling Olivia's neck. Where did she get these brain dead zombies from? She could do so much better.

Anger took root in my oxygen deprived brain. How many times had I shown up to drag Olivia home from similar situations without batting an eye? Last night I wanted to rip every last one of those kids in half. What the hell happened to me?

"Take my thong off and fuck me again. Then we'll talk," she purred, slipping one hand up to my chest, the other heading south down my abs.

Gone was the crying mess she was last night. She was all business this morning. Minty fresh breath. The smell of my shampoo and body wash. Damp hair tickling my neck. Had she woken up ahead of me? Gotten drunk last night so I would bring her home with me? Fucking ridiculous. I was letting her play with me.

"Where do you get your confidence, Miss Hunter? Honestly," I said in exasperation, grabbing her hands in mine.

Equal parts flattered and angry as her manipulative scheme took shape in my brain, the anger won out. I was about to pry her hands away from my body before her hand went down my boxers when Macy's frame came into my field of vision. Her presence knocked me on my ass. I was in fucking hell.

"Macy," I exclaimed.

"You son of a bitch," Macy yelled, folding her arms and locking her knees in a bitchy, WTF stance.

My eyes travelled down to where Macy's livid gaze was searing into us. She was staring, first at my hands overlapping the near naked Olivia's, then at my hard dick.

"Hi Macy," Olivia cood, choosing the exact moment that I pulled my hands off hers to sit up and wave at Macy, shoving her naked tits in Macy's face.

I face palmed. How the fuck did I forget that Macy and I had agreed to talk about our missed date last night by meeting up this morning? Practically naked Olivia in my bed first thing in the morning, that was how.

"Shit, Mace, this isn't—"

"—what it looks like? Because it looks like you're hard with a naked woman in your bed. THE woman you swore up and down you weren't screwing for the last fucking year," Macy screamed until she was red in the face.