Daisy's Daddies, Book 2

Chapter 4. House In The Tree

Daisy's POV

      "Daddy! Daddy where are you?" I sing out.

I really want attention.

Instead of finding one of my daddies I bump into Gloria.

"Hey hun. Did you lose something?" She asks holding Maple.

I shake my head.

"I don't want her anymore. Can you give her to someone who will take care of her?" I ask. I do love Maple but keeping her just brings back bad memories.

Her eyebrows pull together in confusion.

"Of course. Would you like to say goodbye just one more time?" She asks.

Hmm. Do I want to?

Yes.

I grab Maple and give her one more hug.

"Thank you for helping me Maple, but now it's time to move on and help someone else." I squeeze her tight and hand her back to Gloria.

I watch as she walks out of the room holding my childhood stuffie.

"Hey angel." Daddy Asher gleams while picking me up and spinning me around.

I can't help but laugh.

"Hi daddy!"

He sets me down and I wobble so I grab his shirt to steady myself.

"Easy angel." He softly grabs my hips.

My face heats up. His hands are so big and strong.

I grab his hand and put it up to mine.

His hand is so much bigger than mine!

I hear him chuckle, so I look up.

"I want big hands too daddy." I pout.

"No, you don't. I love your little hands." He protests taking my hand and kissing all over it.

Tingles travel through my chest and into my stomach. His lips are too soft.

I want more kisses!

"More daddy."

His eyebrows knit together but then it clicks.

Daddy Asher picks me up and throws me on the couch (gently). He then gets on top of me.

"I love these little hands-" his lips touch my knuckles, "I love these arms-" his lips move up the whole length of my arm, "and I love these perfect plump lips." He slowly lays his lips on mine and pecks me softly.

Butterflies flutter through my whole tummy.

I want more.

My hips have a mind of their own as they grind against his leg.

The pressure of his leg against me relieves some of the ache.

"What do you want angel?" He whispers with a smirk.

I giggle and hide my face in my hands.

He moves perfectly in between my legs and his dick rubs against my ache.

Air harshly fills my lungs. Please give me more daddy.

"Tell me, what does my angel want?" He leans in closer and let's his teeth graze my ear lobe.

I pull at his shirt signaling that I want it off.

"Do you want daddy to make you feel good?" He asks kissing my neck.