Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 23.

Brielle

After we finished the yummy spaghetti Jeffery made, we sat in the living room watching a movie. "Would you like something to drink baby?" He says grabbing shot glasses. "No tank you daddy I don't drink." He puts one back and pours him a shot of vodka.

He brings the bottle and sits it on the table. "Is it good?" I ask. "Yeah." I take a shot and make a face. "EWW!" I take another. He laughs. *8 shots later* I sit on daddy's lap and lay my head on his chest. I don't know what it was, maybe the alcohol, but, something came over me and all of a sudden, I wanted him. Like, really  wanted him.

I get on top of him and take off my shirt revealing my lacey lavender 38 C cup bra. "Brielle? What are you doi—," He gets cut off by my kiss. He pulls away. "What are you doing." "Shh." I put my finger in front of his lips. I start grinding on his now growing boner. "Bri—," I kiss him again.

This time, he doesn't pull away. He kisses back. I take off his shirt and his shorts. I go down to his bulge and take it all in my mouth. His head goes back and his eyes roll. "Oh fuck Brielle." I go up and down faster and faster. He grabs my hair tight. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

I go faster and harder until he came in my mouth. I swallow it all. He leans down and kisses me. "Good girl." I smile. "Tank you daddy." He smiles. "My turn!" I say. I stand up and slowly take off my shorts, revealing my matching underwear. I start to take off my underwear when he stops me. "Wats wong daddy?" "No. We can't do this." I get mad. "Wha-what do you mean? You don't want me anymore?" I sit on the floor and start crying. 

"No baby. Please don't cry. I do want you." He tries to pick me up but I push him away. "AM I TOO UGLY!?! TOO FAT!?! TOO YOUNG!!" "Of course not baby. You're perfect." "DON'T CALL ME 'BABY'!!" I push him on the couch and run upstairs.