Daddy Dominick lay his body on top of me. His nose breathes on my neck. "You still smell like vanilla," he licked on it that made me tickle.
"D-Daddy" my neck folded. He chuckled as he hugged me tightly. I hugged him in response also.
Wish I could stop time and will keep us in this position. Hugging and... not beating.
"Baby," he called he looked up and meet my gaze. "Yes, Daddy?" I smiled at him. He caressed .y face that made me close my eyes along with my tears.
"S-Shhhh. B-Baby," I felt his thumb wiping my tears. My senses told me to cry. Neither I know what was the reason behind it but only my eyes could answer it.
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But whatever they told me were just passing to my ears then go out on the other. Perhaps love made me not to listen to them but they should also consider my will and my willingness to be with him. It's been like two hours since Daddy Dominick left me here in his apartel. I'm just here on the sofa casually watching cartoon movies. I will never get tired of watching stuff like this because it made my childhood memorable and happy. Like who doesn't love them? Even if they are playing dumb but still they never failed to stitch a smile on our lips. My favorite cartoon of all is SpongeBob. The fact that makes me want SpongeBob is that the jolliness of him, the laugh, the giggle, and especially the emotion. Never saw SpongeBob planted angst on anyone. And what better way to watch a movie on the couch is to eat your breakfast. Daddy cooked it for me
"Oh, Lord! Who did this to you?"Daddy laughed at me. Poor him. I think I know who did this. He had blood all over his neck and sprits of it on his neck. And oh my God! His upper lips swelled."Is it my Dad?" He looked away and did not respond. Jeez! Daddy William goes beyond at this point. "Did my Mom teamed up with Dad?" Please say no. I don't know what I should feel if ever Mom did. My parents are indeed overprotective when it comes to me.Daddy Dominick shooked his head. "I think it would be better if you let me come in," I snapped my head. "Of course, Dad," I moved aside as he comes in. If you could only see how bad his face right now, I swear...I closed the door. Daddy sat on the couch. He removed his shirt. "I'm sorry," and sat beside him. There's a cut on his eyebrow, a semi-black eye on his left one, and his lips are swelling."Relaxed yourself and I'll clean you,"
"You're becoming a one good cowboy, Baby!" Daddy said. I chuckled. I know what he is been pertaining to. "Of course! It is my talent to ride them horses and to tame them," I winked. We both laughed. I hugged him and lay my head on his chest. "My hole feels so full right now, Dad," my eyes closed and fell his heartbeat. A lips then touched my head. "Proof of how much Daddy, loves you," "With that cum on your hole, I should be expecting a little me from you. A week from now," he joked. We both chuckled to it. My hands grabbed his dick. I gently stroke it. Daddy chuckled. "It's tickling me," I understand that after you release your nuts your reproductive organ will be sensitive. I've experienced it too. "You want more?" I remove my hands from his shaft. I don't know what happened to me but my lips just automatically sucked his nipple.
Left alone in the house again. It has been a week since things passed us by. Still the same. Nothing changed. Dad and Mom's company has been decreasing the sales drastically. But on the other hand, Daddy Dominick and I are going stronger. We sort things out. Forgive each other. And promised to be honest. Every night and day, Daddy Dominick always text me and takes video call. He's been guarding me but not to the point where I feel choked. Hah! Why do I always get cramps on my legs, back pain, and a throbbing neck every time I clean the house? "Oh, God!" And my body lay on the couch. Dang! This is the typical me. When boredom hits me. The only thing that I would like to do is to clean the house. Yes! I do the cooking! Yes! I do the cleaning! That type of vibe. Do you know what I mean? Haha
"So, who is he, Grandma?" The guy with the blonde hair and buffy body asked Lola. Did he just call her Grandma? Wait... He stared at me. Placing both of his hands on his pelvis. A smirk formed on his lips as he saw me eyeing his body. "That's your childhood sweetheart, Jacob," she said. And after I hear his name. Sudden flashes of his memory and I came to my senses. I can't help but to feel delighted as I saw him. For the first time in a long time. Our paths cross again. He smiled at me. Revealing his perfect set of teeth. "I'll leave the both of you here. I'll just go and make some fresh apple juice for you," Lola stood up. She turned off the television. As she tu
"Grandma," Jacob called as he continued to laugh. I just stared at them with a wide smile. They made my day happy. "Lola, open your eyes now," I said. She remained not moving. Both Jacob and I looked at each other. We beamed a smile. Jacob winked at me. "Wake up now, sunshine. It's not the time to sleep," Jacob said. He stood up. He then poured a glass with juice. He looked at me. "T-Thanks," I said. Jacob hand me over the juice. "No problem at all," he smiled. I saw him slicing the cake. Lola's one eye opened. She looked at us. "Damn! No fucking again? Ugh! Fuck the both of you," she then raised a middle finger on us. I chuckled. "I love you, Lola," but she
"Stop crying now, Jacob," I said. Beside me is Jacob. We're both lying on his bed. I hugged him. Tears and sobs came out from him. Devastation and pain are projected through his actions. It has been like an hour since he cried. Probably the first time I saw someone cried in an hour non-stop. Apart from me, of course. My hands gently pat his head. Jacob remained naked. I offered him clothes but he wailed more. Left without any choice but to agree. "Shhh. Everything will be alright," the scent of his manliness is somehow contradicting his actions. I hate to say this but it's kinda weird. Jacob sucked his thumb as he continued to cry. Even if it bothers me to feel his dick poking at my tummy. I just pretend that nothing has ever happened.
"Ohhhh. Daddy. Please!" Jacob laughed. He stood up as he headed to the cabinet. He pulled the drawer. His back was the only thing I saw. And as my eyes roam. The room is kinda messy. Dirty. Dusty. And. Creepy at some point. Since when does this room had a set of butcher knife hanged on the wall? I just noticed it in this instance. Dirty by means that the clothes are scattered everywhere. Dusty just by looking at the window. Lola can't do the chore in this big house. "Did I suck good?" He asked. I looked heavenward. What am I doing? Seriously, I'm slowly becoming what Dr. Karsyn said to me. A whore. Cunt. Slut. And whatnot.