She was naked in my bed, giggling as my fingers tickled her sides.
"Daddy please stop," she begged.
Her carefree voice filled the room. I watched her flailing arms and kicking legs with amusement.
"Maybe later. When I'm done being pissed that you told me to f**k off just an hour ago," I said, staring at her full lips, swollen from our full blown make out session that ended just moments before the tickling started.
"Daddy's obsessed," she called me out playfully.
Somehow my hands had found their way up her body and were now massaging her t**s. Her wet hair clung to the bite marks and hickeys on them. I stared lustfully at my handiwork.
"So much for maybe later," she said with a snort. "Earth to Harmon," she said, stealing a kiss to snap me out of my trance.
My lips molded to he
