Anna stirred awake at 6 am. Her eyes reluctantly drifted apart and focused on the blue dawn glowing in the window.
"Daddddddy?"
In a rushed whimper, Anna pleaded for warmth in the empty room, sweeping her arm for him. She felt only coldness on his side of the bed. Her heart broke into a million pieces, and she pushed down the need to cry. She felt achy, with a headache forming around both temples.
With a confused grumble, Anna tumbled out of the tall bed, her bare feet landing on the icy hardwood floor below. She paddled into the bathroom to relieve herself. Her urine and his semen rushed from her cunt with an intense tingle that made her shiver. Her pussy had taken a pounding last night. She wiped, washed her hands, cut the light, and walked down the hallway to find the television on, illuminating the top of his wavy hair.
"Dad-, Um," Anna cleared her throat and carefully stepped into the living room, "Jeff?"
Shaking off his exhaustion, Jeff swiveled to face her with a smile. "Good morning. What are you doing up so early?" He yawned.
Anna shrugged, her voice too dry to speak clearly. Walking into the kitchen, she returned with a bottle of water. She chugged it back, keeping her eyes on his relaxed frame, and pulled back to wipe her mouth.
"I think I am getting sick again," she whispered.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No!" Stunned alert by his assumption, she looked down and used her stomach muscles to tuck her soft fleshy pouch away.
"You sure?"
"I... Yes, I am sure." Holding her breath, she kept her tanned stomach tight and furrowed her arched brows at him. "What are you trying to say? I am getting fat?"
"No," Jeff shook his head and chuckled at the act, noting there wasn't much change in her breathless tummy tuck, "You said you felt sick. That's why I asked."
"Oh," Anna dropped the wrinkles on her forehead.
"Yeah. You can breathe out now," he mocked.
Her face reddened with humiliation. Anna hated it when he called her out and huffed, turning slightly to unclench her sore abdomen muscles.
"There you go. Let it hang out. Hell, you're home."
"Oh my god. Do you have to be rude early in the morning?" Anna placed her palm against her belly, "Now I have to go change."
"For what?" Jeff laughed, "My god, you just wake up every morning, crazy as fuck, don't you?"
"Don't call me crazy. I'm not crazy."
"I bet you feel better now, letting it hang," he said with a grand ole laugh.
"Stop friggin' laughing at me!"
"I am sorry," Jeff raised his hands with another hearty chuckle, "But you've got to get over your insecurities about your weight. It's getting ridiculous. I don't know why you women always think something is wrong with you. Kate was the same way."
Jeff took in her pretty face, bunched up and furious with envy from him mentioning his ex-girlfriend. His grin widened with another chuckle. Recently, Anna had grown possessive over him, wanting him all to herself. He considered that more valuable than the L word she had yet to confess. He knew she felt something close to love by the new found timidness in her precious face as his chocolate eyes roamed over her narrow shoulders and then down her tummy. Yes, she was a little heavy, but at 4 '11, what did she expect?
Jeff had fallen head over heels for her extra pouches and didn't want her any more or less than the perfect one hundred and twenty pounds she was. That is, unless she was pregnant... then to hell with it. But as of now, she was little, and he needed something to grip while he was breeding her fat ass.
Avoiding her mound in a pair of pink shorts, Jeff looked down at her tiny bare feet, "Look at your little toes. If you were fat, you'd break your ankles."
"Whatever." Anna giggled, "You're weird."
"If I am weird, you're fucking delusional," Licking his lips, he admired her childbearing hips and thick tanned thighs, "Yeah. There isn't much FAT about you, Except for that fat a-"
"Stopp!" Anna whined, grabbing her plump ass, "Gosh. You don't have to remind me."
"I love that Fat ass." Jeff laughed at the blush reddening her cheeks, "Seriously though, Anna. You're gorgeous, baby girl."
"Whatever, stop lyin'. You said that about Sasha. Last night."
"Who's standing in my living room right now?" Jeff countered with a smirk, "It's not her, is it?"
Anna glared at him, imagining her friend taking her spot.
Her presence was like a sniff of coke, easing his worry, and his eyes shone with exhilaration over their exchange.
"Yeah," he smiled, "I got the little girl I want."
Anna smiled, taking her hands behind her back, "Stop," she blushed.
Jeff leaned his head to the side and bit his bottom lip before confessing, "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Prettier than all the Disney princesses."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she dismissed his grandiose praise and looped her hands back to her stomach, tucking the slight gut with her palm. "I do need to lose weight, though."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
Jeff raised his brow, "I think you might need to take a FAT look in the mirror if you disagree with me, little one," he smirked, taking her in with another lusty glance, "Come on. Don't play innocent. You know you're my sexy little Piggy."
Blushing from the backhanded compliment, Anna tugged at her crop top and tried to push back her negative self-image. She adored him. He sat with absolute confidence, shirtless and long-legged, in his recliner with their dog, Butler, at his feet. It was an inviting image that she wanted to be a part of. But she stood still, looking down at the carpet, still processing her insecurities. She wanted cuddles. Ugh, why couldn't she just ask?
"Can I... um.. I don't feel good." Anna wiggled her toes against the soft carpet.
Jeff saw only the exhaustion in her big, bright eyes and leaned his head to the side. "Maybe you need to go back to bed. It's only six thirty. I got up early 'cause I couldn't sleep. I was...." He sighed and focused on SportsCenter to clear his rightfully negative thoughts. "Go back to sleep."
Anna couldn't go back to sleep without his warm body beside her. He had snuggled her to sleep last night, an easy feat after using her little pussy. They had played in hard and soft kinks for two rounds on his part. She, on the other hand, had received numerous orgasms, leaving her soft folds sore. Waking up alone this morning, she was needier than ever, wanting to jump into his lap.
"UHmm." she moaned, fiddling with her fingers behind her back.
