Page 18 of Dean Daddy

Marcie and I take a cab back to the campus and then I take her home in my car. She’s silent throughout the trip, and I sense that she’s concerned that I might be angry with her. It’s not her I’m angry with, though. It’s me. I should never have put myself in a situation where she needed to save me. That’s not how this thing is going to go.

I pull up to the curb and ask, “Have you eaten anything today, princess?”

“No, not yet,” she replies.

“Well then, I’m coming up and ordering takeout.”

Her mood changes when she realizes that I’m not just going to drop her off at the curb.

I order pizza and invite Marcie to join me in her bathroom. “You’ve been out in the rain and I’ve been in a dingy jail cell. We’re taking a nice, hot shower.”

She undresses as I turn on the water. I couldn’t possibly have thought that I could look at her beautiful body without getting hard. She turns and sees my swollen cock and blushes. I pretend not to notice and climb into the shower. I take her hand and help her in as well.

I soap up her bath sponge and gently scrub her shoulders and back using my hand to divert the water and watch as it runs down her back and onto her luscious bottom. Unable to control myself, I kneel down and lick the droplets from her warm flesh. She places her hands on the shower wall and leans forward when she feels my mouth on her.

Returning to my feet, I spin her around and lap at the droplets on her breasts. She closes her eyes and parts her lips to let out a long, staggered breath. I kiss her as I run my fingers down her body and slip them between her legs. She drops her head onto my shoulder and I say, “Let me help you relax. You’ve had a stressful day.”

The painful swell between my own legs reminds me how badly I want to be inside her, but this is her time. Call it my reward for her getting my ass out of jail. Her limp body tenses as I use my hand to get her off. Her first orgasmic wave causes her body to shudder. “Just let go, little girl. Let it all go.”

The water goes cold and I step out of the shower and wrap her in a towel. She looks at my hard, red cock and asks, “What about that?”

“Soon. The pizza will be here any minute so you should get dressed.”

“What about you?”

“I’m gonna wear this towel while I wash my clothes. They smell like incarceration,” I grin.

The food order arrives and Marcie places the boxes on the dining table. I’m seated on the couch with only my erection on my mind. I try to blow it off but before I can make a move, Marcie climbs onto my lap. She’s stripped off her clothes and rubs her naked crotch against my towel.

“You’re not hungry, baby girl?” I ask her.

“Right now I’m hungry for this, daddy,” she reaches under the towel and runs her fingertips down my pulsating rod. I tug open the towel and greedily stuff my full length inside her. It’s like finding shelter in a storm. She’s my refuge, my happy place, my home.

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Marcie liesnaked across my lap with a slice of pizza in her hand. Her smile empties my heart and refills it with all of the innocence and wonder of childhood. She’s like the first day of summer vacation or a favorite childhood movie that plays on repeat each time I enter the room.

“What’s your favorite song?” is the next of her probing questions but my answer is interrupted by the sound of my ringing phone.

“It’s my dad,” I tell her.

“What does he want?” she asks.

“I won’t know unless I answer it. Do you want me to ignore it?”

“No. We should know what he wants. I’ll go crazy wondering if it’s something about my mother.”

“Alright, I don’t want to worry,” I say, pressing the answer button on the phone.

“Hello, dad. What’s going on?”

“Mason. How are things going there?”

“Just fine. What can I do for you?”

“Straight to the point, eh?”

“Given the way we left things, I don’t think you called to shoot the breeze.”

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