That evening, after Jason had gotten back and lain down for a late afternoon nap, I was wandering through the chilled house in an oversized hoodie and a pair of boyshorts that rode halfway up my ass cheeks. For some reason, I felt immensely more comfortable not wearing pants versus not wearing a top.
Jason hadn't made his appearance yet and there were equal parts of me dreading and anticipating seeing him. I pulled a bowl of the watermelon I had cut earlier out of the fridge. Settling on to a bar stool in the kitchen, I began slowly eating the juicy melon. And of course, Jason walked in as soon as the big piece was halfway in my mouth. When I bit down, juice ran in rivulets down my chin. I quickly caught the juice in a cupped hand, narrowly avoiding a mess. I hid my face from him, swallowing before turning back, searching for a napkin.
Jason sauntered over with a grin, shirtless again, in a loose pair of grey sweatpants. He caught my chin, wiping the watermelon juice away with his thumb. He popped his thumb into his mouth, before reaching past me, snagging a smaller piece of melon.
"Yum," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I-," I cleared my throat, looking down his abdomen. "How was golf?"
"I didn't get to play. The guys started without me and I didn't want to catch up. So I sat at the club and had a few drinks while I perused some interesting photography." I could hear the teasing laughter in his voice.
"Oh, too bad, Daddy." What the fuck? It just slipped from my lips. The fire in his eyes turned his smile predatory. He walked behind me, hands running from my shoulders down to my elbows, his breath brushing across my ear. My hair was pulled into a side braid, letting him get incredibly close without actually touching my skin.
"Are you wearing a bra, sweets?"
"No, Daddy. Why?"
"Because I can see your nipples poking through your sweatshirt." One of his hands reached around me to flick my distended nipple.
"Oh!" I squeaked out. I quickly cupped my breasts closer to my chest.
Jason chuckled, "Come watch a movie with me, sweet girl." He gave my shoulders a squeeze and made his way into the den. I cleaned up what little dishes were in the kitchen, watching Jason out of the corner of my eye. He tossed blankets and pillows into the corner of the large sectional couch, creating a nest of comfiness.
The sun was beginning to set, allowing dim light to shine in the large windows. So I made sure to turn off any lights as I walked with trepidation toward Jason and the couch.
"Come snuggle with Daddy, baby." He had a clear spot made for me. It was just a small enough space that I knew I would end up laying on him.
Every part of my common sense was screaming that I should put an end to this now. And every sexual part that was awakening in my belly was screaming for me to snuggle into my Daddy's muscular body. I hadn't really been able to touch him thus far and now I was being offered the opportunity to be mashed against his bare chest for an evening? I wasn't saying no.
So I crawled onto the sofa, curling into him, letting him tuck a pillow between his lap and my head.
"Good girl," he said, tugging playfully at my braid. "What do you want to watch? Something silly? Something scary...?"
"No!" I exclaimed, rolling my face toward him with pleading eyes. "No scary movies."
"Okay, okay... Something silly it is." He flicked through movies for a few minutes before landing on American Pie.
I groaned with an eye roll.
"What? It's a classic coming of age story!"
"You're so old..."
"Come on! I'm not that old."
"Practically geriatric," I sighed dramatically. I felt him wrap my silky blonde braid in his fist.
"Be careful, baby girl, you might learn Daddy isn't always nice." I pouted but let him pull my face forward toward the TV.
"Watch," he whispered in my ear, stroking a finger down my throat. From that point forward all he did was play with my braid. I had never really watched the movie and became enamored with the goofy, if not a little outdated sexcapades. As the movie continued and became more raunchy in spots, I would feel little pleasurable clenches in my belly, making me shift my hips trying to relieve the ache starting between my legs. I could clearly see why Jason had chosen this film.
When it got to the part where Kevin was eating Vicky out, I could no longer control my squirming hips. Jason seemed to notice, stroking my hair soothingly. I felt him slide one of the stiff edged throw pillows between my legs, tucking it close to my panty clad pussy so that the edge ran along the seam of my pussy lips. My hips rolled down on it, my clit grinding into the pillow, causing me to whimper. "Try that, baby girl."
I humped desperately into the pillow as Vicky screamed she was cumming. I was panting, staring with glazed eyes at the TV as the next scene played out. I sighed in frustration feeling my hips slowly stop moving.
"Don't worry, sweets, there's more. And we have a couple more movies after this." He was still stroking my hair, occasionally taking time to touch the delicate shell of my ear, or run a finger along my jaw. It sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves through my body every time.
Toward the end of the movie, my pussy was grinding continuously into the pillow. My lips were parted as I moaned softly. Jason's thumb brushed over my plump lips.
"Suck Daddy's thumb and pinch your nipple."
I engulfed his thumb without a thought, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around his digit. My hand mauled my large tit through my hoodie, plucking at the hard nubbin. I ground thoughtlessly down on the pillow, reaching for orgasm. Daddy brushed my hand away from my breast, pinching the nipple cruelly, sending shockwaves down to my clit. And I was cumming.
