He watched her for a few minutes, tracing her lines with his eyes. She rarely laid on her stomach and he couldn’t look away from her skin, illuminated by the little beams of light that managed to break through the curtains. The blanket that had covered her last night was haphazardly laying across her back. Her lower body was exposed, her bare ass begging to be touched.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” he said softly.
She rolled over toward him and stretched, groaning as her muscles relaxed.
“Good morning, daddy.”
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, hoping to slip back into the dream she was having.
“It’s time to get up, baby,” he said firmly.
She considered rolling back over and ignoring him but she opened her eyes. He was staring at her intently, his blue eyes devouring her.
“But I’m so sleepy,” she pouted.
“You can go back to sleep when I’m done with you.”
As he spoke, her muscles tensed and she could feel her heat between her legs. Suddenly, she was awake and ready for him.