In the thick of it.
The following day, Jeff climbed out of bed. His head hurt, and he needed a drink, but the first thing he saw in the kitchen was his precious little wife. Her eyes narrowed on his tired face before he reached the bar. He bypassed his bar cluttered with bottles for the refrigerator and a cold water bottle.
"Do you want breakfast?" Anna asked, raising his irritation.
Jeff shook his head and stared at the contents on the shelves. His mind was distracted and destructive by nature. He wanted her to leave so he could sneak one shot to stop his headache. But she stood firm against the island counter with another argument on the tip of her tongue.
"You need to eat breakfast. Did you set an appointment with a doctor yet?"
"Anna," he calmly replied, his voice etched in irritation, "I just woke up. I am not hungry, and I haven't had time to do anything."
"Want me to do it for you?"
"No. I got it."
"I don't believe that," she folded her arms and blushed when he turned towards her with a clenched jaw. Despite her racing heart, she spoke her mind in intervals, the same concerns she had uttered the last few weeks. He needed to get sober and visit a doctor about his physical health.
"....This is something you need to do," Anna whined.
Jeff swiped his brow and gave a thumbs up that she found dismissive and continued her rant, "Jeff you need to see someone."
Walking into the living room, he plopped on his chair and reclined back as she continued her spill of words that went on and on in one ear and out the other. He was going to change but on his own time. He didn't need her on his back judging his every move.
"I'll fucking do it if you shut the fuck up," Jeff tapped at his phone and jumped upon feeling her small hand knock against his head.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
He turned to face her sneer and chuckled, "I'm sorry. Alright?" His voice came in a soft bass and he grabbed her hand, "I'll do it alright. Just back off. You are stressing me out."
"I am stressed too, buddy,"
"Who the fuck are you calling Buddy?" With a hard yank, Jeff dragged her to his stern expression, "You are a little worry wart. What you need to do is calm down. I got this."
"I am going to make an appointment for you, and you better go."
"Alright." Jeff shrugged with a small smile lingering against his mouth, "You care about me, don't you?"
"Duh," Anna stuck her tongue out as he brought his finger up to rub her arm. It worked to calm her anxious thoughts, and she smiled as his finger caressed her cheek.
"I am going to do better. Okay? I'm trying," Jeff smiled, "I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's been a long week, baby girl. But you don't have to worry so much. I'll be fine."
Anna grabbed his hand, keeping the same bravo, "You better."
Jeff returned to his phone buzzing in his palm and dismissed the call to look back at her seriously adorable pout.
"You tell me the place and time, and I'll be there, little girl," he reached for a kiss and frowned when she bypassed his lips, placing her glossy brims on his forehead.
"Hell no," he smirked, "I want a real kiss."
Anna snubbed him, waving her hand on her walk down the hall. Knowing enough for him to act, she sped her walk to a galloping skip and giggled as he inched closer. As soon as she stepped into her room, he grabbed her waist. Lifting her with two nudges, he attacked her cheek with kisses, swinging her legs up on his left arm.
Being carried like a little was a thrill, but she squirmed, repeatedly swinging her legs, "Put me down!"
"Why? So you can run from my kisses," Jeff leaned in to kiss her lips but she playfully grabbed his jaw, holding him back.
"No! No kisses till you go to the doctor!" Anna vowed, twisting her head from his lips, "Ah!"
Landing on her bed in a bounce, she wiggled her legs as he pulled them together and stacked them up against his stomach.
"Since you want to play bad girl, I will treat you like a bad girl."
"Nuh, uh," Anna giggled.
"Uh, huh," Jeff nodded, spreading her legs in and out.
Her pussy held no morning scent or arousal. He knelt and scooted her thighs closer, leaving her cookie exposed to his stern eyes. Her sweet giggles came along with her hand to cover her pussy.
"Stop," he slapped her hand away, "Stop laughing and show Daddy his property."
"No. My pussy doesn't belong to you anymore. You have to earn it."
Jeff smashed his finger against her clit, and she shot up like a deer in headlights, awaiting his response. Quietly, he caressed her flesh until her breath hitched and a clear residue leaked from her fresh gap. Her eyes drifted to his face. He was handsomely flawed, with specks of sparkling gray in his beard. She was younger at 21 but couldn't deny his mature charm.
"This is my pussy, Anna," he swallowed hard and leaned in, "Tell me it's mine," he kissed her mound, sending her mouth to open and close.
"Umm," she lifted her night dress, balling it up against her stomach.
"Say it," Jeff whispered against her folds, slowly declining his tongue, "Tell Daddy who owns this."
Anna squealed, draping her leg around his neck when he slurped at her dry nub, dampening it with arousal. Her hand came down to lead him and he grabbed it, pinning it to his side.
Jeff broke his flick to smile, "You don't want to play nice?"
Anna shook her crown and flipped her long curly locks to her shoulder, "You are not in charge anymore, Daddy," his title slipped off her tongue with a tease that caused a lust to darken his eyes, "You obey me, now."
Jeff scoffed and started to get up.
"Get back here and lick me," she spoke, widening her knees in an attractive attempt to seduce, "Make me cum, and I might let you own her again."
"I don't just want that. I want it all," he pinched her stomach, "Every chubby little inch belongs to me. So you can say it. Or suffer."
Anna dismissed his threat and placed her fingers on her swollen clit. Slowly, she swirled, keeping her eyes locked on his sour face. After a collection of sap coated her tip, she held her finger out.
His mind raced with a need to dominate, but he had a million different things going on today. He didn't have time to play too long. Obliging her games, he flicked his tongue along her finger and twitched with an oddly satisfying thrill.
"You'll be a good Daddy and let me cum, won't you," Anna bathed her tips across his pink lips rimmed by a full mustache, "I really, really wanna cum on your tongue."
Jeff bit his lip. Using his beard, she pulled him down and scooted up closer to his mouth. Her heart sprinted, having him so close to her cookie, crumbling before his eyes. Sliding her fingers through his hair, she eased him down. He accepted his fate, taking small licks at her clit.
Her thighs twisted back and up in preparation for his skillful tongue-lashing, "Oooh, my goodness," she positioned herself on her elbows and pinched her nipples through her pale pink nightie, "Yeah, hmm, right there, Daddy."
Her pussy jumped, creaming from his minor flicks while her body relaxed. She fell back and hunched her hips up, connecting her bare mound to the furry bristles on his chin.
"Hmm, oh my, hmm, Oh, yeah that feels so good, Daddy," Anna bit her bottom lip so close to expressing an orgasm, "Uhh, ooh-"
