I deadpanned, “And your point?”
He glared at me. “I’ll spank you.”
I smirked and let out a very high-pitched moan, “Spank me, Daddy! Oh, yes—James!Oops—Daddy, yes, yes spank me—ow!”
Giggles and laughter kept bubbling out of me when he pinned me on the couch, tickling me and turning me around to land a playful spank on my butt. I wriggled at him and looked over my shoulder to find him grinning down at me.
With a sparkling idea, I wriggled out of his hold and ran upstairs. Finding everything I needed, I trudged down, sighing when he took the blankets from my hand and asked me,
“Do you plan to sleep in the living room?”
“No, silly.” I grinned. “We are making a blanket fort!”
He raised his brows and watched me struggle with the pile of blankets. His sigh echoed through the living room before he came to help me. It took a few minutes and a lot of struggle from my side because my arms were like noodles while his were made of muscles and tears of students.
James even surprised me by bringing a few stuffed toys from my collection and settled beside me when I started the movie. I had a bunch of candle jars Summer had given me when she was in her candle-making phase, so I lit them up, placing them carefully around the fort. I was laughing and holding the elephant stuffed toy he had gifted me when he leaned closer to take a sip from my mug of hot chocolate.
“It’s mine!” I gasped but let the thief taste delicious heaven.
He lifted a brow, licking his lips. “I made it for you.”
“So? I was there to give you emotional support when you made it and poured all my—”
“Shh.” He placed his finger on my lips and leaned closer. My lids fluttered when his face was inches away from me. I waited impatiently for him to capture my lips in his, but when he moved closer, he took another sip from the mug.
“You’re a thief!” I pouted, pulling away and chugging the entire mug of hot chocolate.
“You’re such a brat,” he said, shaking his head and smiling at me.
“Says the man who stole two sips of my hot chocolate—w-what are you doing?” I asked in a low voice when he kept the empty mug away and crowded my personal space. I tried to move back, but we were in a blanket fort and there were stacks of pillows behind me.
I closed my eyes when his face neared and his tongue licked my lips. Shivers of pleasure rolled through my body and I parted my lips to kiss him. His hand swept through my hair as he angled my face closer and kissed me. I moaned when he bit my bottom lip before licking it better and diving in to taste me.
My chest arched towards him as his other hand slipped inside my nightshirt. His hand was cold, but it felt so good against my skin. I pulled him closer, spreading my legs so he could settle between my thighs and I could tug at his tee shirt.
“Easy, Princess.” He grinned, pulling away and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t you want to finish the movie?”
I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I shook my head. “Kiss me, Daddy.”
“Anything you want, Princess.” He closed his lips around me once more, pressing my back on the mattress we had placed underneath. I gasped when I felt his hard length brush against my center and how violently I ached for his touch. Formore.
His lips moved on my neck, and I had to scrunch my fingers on the sheets to hold on to something. I arched and squirmed, moaning his name when his lips lowered to my shirt. I gasped when he tore it open, the buttons flying away.
“You tore my shirt—oh, d-don’t stop.” My fingers feathered his hair when his hot mouth sucked on my nipple. His hand squeezed and kneaded my other breast, licking, biting, and pinching my nipples with his hands and teeth.
“Fucking love your tits, Princess,” he whispered, pulling away to repeat his actions on the other side. “I’m going to make them prettier with hickeys, okay?”
I nodded, but I didn’t think he was asking me. He was telling me that he was marking my breasts—tits, as he calls them, with hickeys. My teeth pressed into my bottom lip when he bit my skin, his teeth and lips sucking the sensitive tip of my nipple and pulling away before giving it a soft kiss.
My eyes were half-lidded and watching his every move when he leaned back on his heels to tug off his tee shirt. I licked my lips, gazing at his muscles. He wasn’t bulky with muscles, but his broad shoulders, tapered waist and abs made my mouth water. My eyes drifted to the large bulge in his pants, but before I could move to touch him, James was upon me.
“I’m going to teach my Princess how to cum.”
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BLANKET FORT
MIA