Pushing on the shirt, she said, “Off, Daddy.”
Her voice sounded so Little it shocked her.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
Lottie blinked at him before saying, “Off clothes, please, Daddy?”
“Better, but you need to off your clothes, too,” Travis said as he sat up and pulled his shirt off.
At the same time, he toed off his shoes. Their thumping on the floor tickled something in her she couldn’t explain, but it had her giggling as she pushed her leggings and panties off her legs. She then sat up and finished stripping before flopping back on the bed once more.
“Happy?” Travis kept his black boxers on as he laid down and pulled her into his side.
With a soft moan, Lottie patted her hand gently down his body to the waistband of his boxers. Cupping her hand over his long, hard cock, she pouted. “These off, Daddy. Need you nekkid.”
She met his gaze squarely and did not flinch when he raised one eyebrow.
“Why do I need to be naked?”
“Not naked. I need you nekkid,” she said, emphasizing the difference in the two words.
Travis chuckled before asking, “And what’s the difference, Lottie-love?”
“Naked means you have no clothes on. Nekkid means you have no clothes on, but you’re also up to something sneaky.”
At the surprised expression on his face at her explanation, Lottie rolled onto her back giggling hysterically.
“Up to something, huh? And what would I be up to, Little Miss Smartypants?”
Still giggling, Lottie rolled to her side, and pushed her hand under his boxers. After wrapping her fingers around his erection, she slid her hand up and down his length.
She managed to say, “Oh, I’d say about nine inches,” before laughter overwhelmed her once again.
Travis could not help but laugh with his sweet woman even as he pushed his boxers down his legs and kicked them to the floor. Pushing her onto her back, he rolled with her, settling between her legs, which she lifted and wrapped around his hips. The head of his cock settled at the entrance to her wide, wet pussy.
And all at once, their mutual need and hunger replaced the laughter.
“I love you, Lottie-love,” he murmured as he shifted his hips just enough for the head of his erection to press for entrance.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered. “But if you don’t fuck me, I’m gonna get one of my wooden spoons and spank your butt.”
Instead of giving in to her bratty demands, Travis pulled his hips back, separating them once again. His cock was not happy, nor was the Little girl he was crouched over.
“Who’s the Daddy in this relationship?”
Lottie blinked and whispered. “You, Daddy.”
“And who’s in charge, Daddy or Lottie?”
“Daddy,” she sighed as she wilted onto the bed.
“Do I need to put you over my lap to remind you that Daddy makes the decisions, not Lottie?”
“No, Daddy!”
She shook her head side to side as her hands stroked up and down his sides, as if hoping to soothe him with her touch. It worked, but he would never tell her.
Instead, he dropped his head forward until they were nose to nose. “That’s right. Daddy’s in charge and the next time Lottie gets bratty and demanding like that, she’d going to get a red, hot butt instead of a long, hard fucking. Understand?”
