I woke to weak light streaming into my room. I only had my boy shorts on, and my nipples were standing at attention. I glanced at my door which was closed tight. The hoodie I had worn the previous night was thrown haphazardly on the floor leading to my bed. My panties were sticking uncomfortably to my pussy, and I slid them off my body, tossing them in the direction of my hoodie.
The scent from my pussy was more musky this morning. It was interesting but not completely unpleasant. I rolled out of bed, letting my naked body soak in the early morning light. I took an unhurried shower in my ensuite bathroom. I felt sensual as I let the hot water sluice over my skin, and explored new sensitive areas of my body, washing every nook and cranny.
When I was done, I took the time to rub oil all over my body in the still steamy bathroom. My damp hair I put in a loose braid over my shoulder, then walked from the bathroom still naked. I didn't want to wear anything too constricting, and I felt like teasing Jason with every sway of my curves. I threw on a loose tank. I could just see the curved sides of my large breasts through the arm holes, and the fabric was so worn on the peach tank that you could almost make out my areola. I put on a high waisted thong, loving the way my rounded belly button peeked over the top. The tank just covered the top half of my ass and clearly showed the juncture of my thighs.
Glancing at the clock next to my bed, I realized it was only 7:30am. Jason was probably still asleep. Maybe I should see if he left anything queued up on the TV downstairs while I waited for him to wake.
I walked quietly out into the carpeted hall, looking across the hall to see Mom and Jason's door halfway ajar. How could I not peek in?
Jason was laying spread across the huge king mattress. He was completely naked except for a sheet covering one leg and his privates. He had morning wood. That I could see pressing lightly against the thin fabric. It was resting against his left hip, making me want to walk in and lick up the curve of him. God, where had that thought come from?
He called me sweet and delicious, but he had such a delectable Daddy body. Every ridge and bump intrigued me and the cool breeze from the air conditioner was perking up my nipples. I cupped my breasts in my hands, covering my chilled nubs. As I continued looking at my sexy naked Daddy, I squeezed my tits, thinking of the way they would feel in his mouth.
Jason sighed and kicked his left leg out, pulling the sheet off and away from his cock. I didn't breathe as he settled back to a deeper sleep. I couldn't stop from pushing the door open and walking into his room. His exposed cock called to me. I needed a closer look. My hands hadn't left my chest, pulling at my nipples as I stared transfixed at Jason's thick morning wood.
In a motion I wasn't expecting, he sprang at me, wrapping me in his arms and flinging me down on the bed next to him. My chest was pressed to his and he had pulled my leg up over his hip, pressing his dick between my thighs.
"Spying on Daddy, baby?" He kissed the tip of my nose.
My lashes fluttered against my cheeks as I meekly said, "Only a little."
"What did you find most interesting, sweets?"
I blushed. "Your thing, Daddy." I looked into his eyes.
He smiled tenderly at me. "You like Daddy's dick?"
I nodded, biting my lip, still looking into his deep blue eyes.
He started kissing across my cheeks, making me giggle and squirm. The more I laughed the more kisses I received. He kissed along my jaw, collarbone, and down across the tops of my breasts. His hands were squeezing my soft curves and he gave little growls and intermittent nips of his teeth. Finally, I couldn't take anymore, putting my hands on his face and pulling him up to me. I kissed him chastely.
"Daddy, we should talk." I tried to be serious. We were crossing so many lines.
"No talking, baby. We're just bonding." He ran his hands down my body, grabbing my bare ass cheeks. He easily pulled my thong to the side, the tips of his fingers tucking between the wet lips of my pussy.
"We won't tell your mom you let Daddy play with your pretty pussy," he whispered before kissing me, silencing my protests. He wiggled his fingers a bit, encouraging me to take part. I opened my lips to him, shyly welcoming his tongue into my mouth. I rocked my hips, testing his hold, but all I did was press my sensitive clit against his fingers. I moaned into his mouth, doing it again.
"That's it, baby. Ride Daddy's fingers the way you did that pillow last night." He thrust his entire tongue in my mouth, fucking me with it at the same pace I was riding his hand. My hands were latching onto his hard shoulders, my fingernails digging into him. I was soon running out of oxygen, but not willing to end his possession. I was seeing stars and raking my nails down over his chest. He pulled back with a growl, looking at my embedded nails. I gasped for air in gulps, riding his fingers faster.
"Help me cum, Daddy. Please!" I wasn't above begging him.
"What do you need, sweets?"
I used my little voice to say, "Can we do what we did last night? Can we try just the tip again?" Daddy groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder.
"Baby, I'm not ready to fuck your sweet pussy, just yet, and if any part of my cock goes inside you at this point, I'm going to fuck you until every part of you is mine." I whined in answer, riding down on his fingers demandingly. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and swatted my ass. "You may be a little princess, but don't be a brat."
I looked at him with pleading eyes, pushing out my bottom lip. His teeth caught it, pulling my mouth to him.
"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?"
