Chapter 13
Lacy woke up after the best night’s sleep she’d had in months. Not since the last time she’d been with Drake had she slept so deeply and woken with a smile on her face. A warm hand sliding up and down her back reminded her that once again, she was not alone, but was with her cover model Daddy.
Shifting, she realized something else. Her shirt was gone. Shifting her legs proved that her shorts and panties were missing as well.
She was naked.
How did that happen?
Opening her eyes, she stared across a lightly furred chest. She tilted her head back slightly to look up into a pair of hazel eyes. Eyes were twinkling in the dim light available from the bathroom.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning,” he softly rumbled back.
“I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why am I naked? Did we do something that I don’t remember?”
Drake chuckled as his hand stroked up and down her spine once more in a comforting manner.
“No, Lacy-girl, we didn’t do anything that you don’t remember.
But you did wake up about two o’clock and state that your clothes were too tight and itchy.
You climbed out of bed then stripped down.
Once you were naked, you crawled back under the covers and immediately fell back to sleep. ”
“I did?” Lacy blinked in shock. Then she thought about it for a minute. “Probably because the pajamas were new and I didn’t have a chance to wash the scratchy stuff out of them.”
Snuggling closer to Drake’s warm body, she stroked her way down his chest, not surprised when she ran into a soft waistband. She vaguely remembered him coming out of the bathroom after changing into a pair of boxers before crawling into bed.
“You’re not naked,” she whispered.
“No, I’m not. Should I be?” he asked, his eyes almost glowing through what little light was available.
Lacy thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging. “It would make being Big with you a lot easier. I wouldn’t have to rip your boxers off you to get to your cock.”
“It’s too early to be sexy. Now go back to sleep, Lacy-girl. We’ll be sexy later,” he said giving her ass a sharp pat.
“Daddy!” she protested with a squeal. “No spanks.”
“Then go back to bed before you end up with a hot ass for keeping Daddy awake when he should be getting his beauty sleep.”
Lacy huffed a sigh that ended in a yawn, but settled in and closed her eyes. Though she was tempted to argue that he was beautiful enough without any more sleep, she wouldn’t mind getting a few more winks herself.
Daddy’s hand rubbing up and down her back helped silence the anxious voice in her head.
The one that kept trying to wind her up with a seemingly endless list of things to worry about.
Tuning out the voice, she concentrated on the slow rise and fall of Daddy’s chest under her hand and relaxed into his touch.
Two hours later she sat up when the room’s phone rang. “What? Who? Where?”
“You forgot when and why,” Drake said as he reached over and answered the phone. “Good morning. Yes, thank you. Have a good day yourself.”
It took until he hung up for her to understand exactly what was going on. Finally she blinked and stretched her arms over her head. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning, Lacy-girl. Ready to get up and take a million pictures?”
“Uh-huh. But first we need to get dressed and get some coffee. And maybe some breakfast.”
An arm around her waist pulled her off balance so she ended up lying on her back looking up at a wide awake and hungry looking Drake. Only she was pretty certain it wasn’t breakfast he had a hankering for.
“Good morning,” she whispered, feeling a little nervous.
“Good morning,” he replied before planting a kiss on her that her had entire body heating in response.
“Aren’t we supposed to be getting up and ready for the day?” she said, still in a soft whisper.
“Not yet,” he said as he settled beside her on the bed.
Lacy sucked a breath when his hand covered covering her right breast and massaged the flesh, sending electricity through her body straight to her pussy, which grew wet and demanded more. Arching her back, she pushed the mound of flesh up for a better connection with his palm.
She whined when he lifted his hand and moved it to her left breast and performed the same gentle manipulation on it.
He then traced lines and circles down her body to the top of her slit.
“Are you horny, babygirl? Do you need Daddy to fuck you and make you feel better?”
“Uh-huh. Oh, yes please, Daddy. Fuck me good,” Lacy begged with a grin. Starting this crazy day with an orgasm from her Daddy would be the bestest.
“Spread your legs, I need to make sure.”
Her need for him blew away any thought of embarrassment and she spread her legs as wide as they could go. Drake moved to lay between them. She sucked a breath when his fingers spread her lower lips. Leaning in, he licked from her back hole all the way to clit.
“Oh, yeah, Lacy-girl, you are more than ready for Daddy,” Drake said before crawling up the bed to cover her body.
Drake fit just the head of his cock into Lacy’s pussy before pausing. Looking into her eyes, he asked, “Are you sure babygirl? We don’t have to do this. We can spend the weekend as Little Lacy and Daddy.”
He was not surprised when she met his gaze with fire in her eyes. “Daddy, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna hurt you. Bad.”
Feeling the same intense need, he drove his hips forward, filling her pussy.
Then he froze and concentrated on just breathing to hold back his impending orgasm. He smiled as she bent her legs and planted her feet on the bed. A moment later, she began to thrust her hips up.
“Whatcha doing, babygirl?” he asked as he pressed her down, stilling her movements.
“Move, Daddy,” she demanded as she grabbed his hips and tried to push them where she wanted them.
“When did you become so bossy?” he asked as he settled his lower body a little heavier on hers.
He had to hide a smirk when she took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Please move, Daddy?”
“Better,” Drake said.
Easing back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, he paused for a few seconds before slowly sliding forward again. Though he knew time was passing and they needed to get up and prepare for the day, he kept his movements slow and easy.
Lacy wiggled under him, and kept her eyes on his. “More, Daddy. Please fuck me hard.”
With her begging words, his brain flipped off and his body took over. Each stroke was faster and with more power than the one before. When he could see she was struggling to fly over the edge, he reached between their hips and stroked a single fingertip over her clit.
And that ignited her orgasm. With a cry, she arched up, bowing her body up from the bed as every muscle drew tight. It took two more strokes before his hips thrust deeper than before and his orgasm rocketed through him.
When his body finally relaxed and reconnected with his brain, he slipped an arm under her back and logrolled them so she was sprawled across his chest. Then he simply lay breathing and savoring the feel of her weight on his.
Their breathing slowed and he was fully relaxed and nearly asleep when the alarm on his phone rang out with a rooster’s crow. Lacy jerked and lifted her head, looking around.
“What’s that?”
Drake reached over and picked up his phone.
“It’s the second and final wake-up and get out of bed alarm. Time to rise and shine and get this day started.”
Once the phone was silent, Drake rose from the bed, still holding her in his arms. He carried her with him to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.
“Go pee while I turn on the water. We’ll take a quick shower and get ready for the day.
We should have just enough time for breakfast before we need to meet the others for this morning’s photo sessions. ”
Lacy looked up at him with an expression of awe. “You’re so smart, Daddy. I never thought about setting two alarms.”
Leaning down, Drake brushed a kiss on her lips. “That’s why I’m the Daddy and you’re my babygirl.”