“While that is an excellent idea, I think we should eat first. Reheated fries just aren’t as good, though they might not be warm anyway.”
As he spoke, one hand stroked from her shoulders down he back to lay three sharp smacks on her ass causing Lottie to jump in surprise.
“Hey, what was that for?”
“Just a little reminder of who is in charge in this relationship,” Travis said as he led her to the small table across the room.
Though she wanted to argue, her stomach took that moment to rumble, loudly, reminding her it had been a long time since lunch, most of which she had not been able to eat because she’d had to be Mama Lottie and make sure Dr. Rooker St. James was good enough to be with her sister. He seemed to be a good man, especially since he’d encouraged Carri to come back after their blowup at the end of the afternoon to apologize, even though she was the one who’d become a major bitch.
“Lottie-love?” Travis touched her arm. “You okay?”
Lottie sniffed back the tears of guilt that wanted to escape. Carri had forgiven her and she’d forgiven Carri and Tilly had forgiven them both, so why was she still feeling guilty?
“I’m fine,” she whispered as she sat in the chair he’d pulled from the table for her.
“You’re not, but I won’t push. For now.”
Travis sat down across the table and emptied the food bags, setting her food in front of her along with extra ketchup and dipping packets that he’d expressly asked for. Such a thoughtful Daddy.
The first bite of chicken dipped in ranch dressing had her moaning in appreciation. She ate quickly, not stopping until she’d finished everything. Taking a long sip from her lemonade, she collapsed back into her chair with a happy sigh.
“Feel better?” Travis asked with a smile.
“So much better,” she said, rubbing her hand over her belly.
Then her pussy clenched, reminding her there was another hunger she needed to satisfy. Looking across the table, she tilted her head slightly and gave Travis what she hoped was a sexy, seductive smile. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Lottie-love?”
Travis knew she was ready to move on to the next part of the evening when she licked her lips with another hunger burning in her beautiful cobalt blue eyes.
“Can I have my dessert now?” she asked, dropping her eyes from his face down his body to where his cock was pressing hard against the front of his jeans.
“We didn’t buy dessert, sweetheart,” he reminded her with a grin.
He watched as her face and down her neck to her t-shirt flushed a bright pink as she cleared her throat. “Could I, um, suck your cock for dessert?”
His cock jerked in agreement and he had to suck in a breath to keep from yelling “Yes!” More than twenty years of control that he’d learned in the Navy went flying out the window as he watched Lottie lick her lips in anticipation.
“You can, for a few minutes, but Daddy really wants to come for the first time while buried deep in your pussy. After I lick your pussy to an orgasm or two.”
Lottie began nodding before he even finished speaking.
Rising from his seat, Travis closed the curtains and transferred their meal trash to the trash can under the desk. He needed those few minutes to calm his body down before he moved to the side of the bed. He took off his sneakers and socks before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Come here, Lottie-love,” he said, holding out one hand.
She was in front of him in an instant, her knees pressed against the side of the bed and her gaze still glued to the zipper of his jeans.
It took two fingers under her chin, lifting her head, to have her meet his gaze. Her eyes were glowing with her hunger and since he’d been hard since he’d met her, Travis saw no reason to drag this out any longer than need be. Maybe once they eased the sexual hunger, she would let Little Lottie out to play.
“Take off your clothes for me, little girl,” he said, using just a bit of his Daddy tone.
Lottie nodded and stepped back, toeing off her sneakers as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed to the floor. Her jeans quickly followed. But then, wearing her bra and panties, she froze.
Travis stood and quickly stripped off his clothes before going to stand behind her. Laying his hands on her shoulders, he massaged the tense muscles until she took a breath and everything in her seemed to relax, including her shoulders which dropped as her head dropped back to rest against his chest.
“Need some help, Lottie-love?” he asked softly.
