Take Me, Daddy
His face was on my neck, nuzzling and not letting go of me.
It’s been almost a month, maybe three weeks, but I’ve not been counting. I mean, why should I count when everything has been so peaceful, so calm, and I’ve been healing from the trauma that had happened?
“Cupcake…”
He groaned over my neck as he gazed up at me, his eyes sleepy, and I do say he looked so cute with that stare.
“Hmm, you smell so nice, I don’t want to wake up.”
He said, inhaling and sucking my neck, which brought out a moan from my lips.