I turn over in the bed and pull the covers up to my chair.
When I hear the sound of your car pulling into the driveway, I squared
my eyes against the sunlight and realized it's brighter than it should be. You
must be getting home later than usual. I look over at the alarm clock
and I'm surprised it's almost nine. Are your king in the door here?
You walk in and set your bag and the thermos on the table. I
get up, brush my teeth and piste before head into the kitchen that I'm
off today. We can have breakfast together before you go to bed. I
walked quietly down the hall because I want to sneak up behind you and started
you before grabbing you into my arms and showing you just how much I missed
you last night. Went around the corner, I stopped you. Look.
You look awful. I could see it on your shoulders, the way you
move. You look defeated. I hate seeing you like this, baby,
I hate that you have to have so many days like this now. Shit,
I remember when you started this job. You were so happy. I
see you, this is what you always wanted to be, and you'd finally
made it. You wanted the excitement and intensity of working with the sickest patience.
You really wanted to help people. You used to leave for work so
well put together, ready to face anything. Your hairstywned, your makeup perfect,
with the princess badge holder that I got for you clip to your scrubs.
It was our inside joke because your Daddy's little princess, aren't you.
I loved watching the way those scrubs will hug your ass in a way that
made me wish that you never had to walk out that door. I always
loved Joe ass and scrubs still do. I used to brag that I was
with a sexy nurse, but as I watched you grow into your new position,
it wasn't what I thought it was. It was nothing like what you
see on TV. You are so fucking smart, baby, You excelled and
made you so much more self confident. I fucking loved it. I loved
that you were such a fucking badass, so competent and cool under pressure.
Then you would come home and melt into me. You would let go of
all that fucking responsibility and let Daddy take over his his boy you. Then
COVID hit and everything changed. It's kind of a little better, but not
as bad as it was during those two years. But you don't look the
same when you leave for work. You don't have that drive and energy anymore.
Now. You pull your scrubs off the dryer ten minutes before you got
to leave. You put your hair up in the bar on the top of
your head so it don't get in the way. You don't even bother with
makeup anymore because it just gets rubbed off with your mask anyway. That princess
badge holder broke a while ago, and you replaced it with one that has
that meme of a cartoon dumpster fire on it. I walk up behind you
and put my arms around your waist, her baby, I say in a
way that lets you know how glad I am that you home. You push
my hands away and tell me that you're feilthy. You had an isolation patient.
You didn't get your lunch break last night, so you just want to
bite to eat. Then you need to get in the shower. I tell
you to sit down. I finished eating up your bagel in a toaster and
put it on the table for you with the cream cheese while I start another
one. From me when it's ready, I said, across from you and
ask you how your night was, even though I could already see the answer
in the dark circles under your eyes. Bad Tim finally died last night,
but I couldn't give read the attention I wanted to because we were short staffed.
I can't. My admit was septic. I was chasing this pressure all
night. We had to antibate him right before the chance to shift. Then
the day nurse was pissed during report because I was handing him such a shit
show. At least I don't have to go back tonight, you said,
I'm sorry, baby, Just take that shower and then you can sleep all
day. I put the place in the sink as you walk back towards the
bedroom. I cleaned up the kitchen and started a load of laundry before heading
back to the bedroom myself. There is so much theme coming through the cracked
open bathroom door. You must be scolding your skin off in there. I
close the blackout curtains for you, then get back in the bed so the
sheets will be nice and warm. When you're ready. He put on the
tank top of panties and climb in the bed. Next to me. The
skin is all splotchy, pink and warm from the shower. I wrap you
in the blankets and pull you into me and helen the center of your shampoo,
and you're still damp hair. On these rare days that would get to
see each other in the morning, to cuddle with you until you fall asleep.
You spoon with me, but you are stiff in my arms. You're
still holding now all the frustration from last night. I want to fix it
for you, take all that attention away from you. I kiss your cheek
and graize my lips over the shelley of ears. I know you tired,
princess, but do you want Daddy to make it better for you? You
turn your head toward me and look at me with those beautiful puppy dog guys
of yours feel with stress and defeat, and you nod. I kiss between
your brows. Okay, Daddy's going to make you feel so good, baby,
I promise. I kiss your neck and you turn your head so that
I can bite the spot that I know you love. It always gives you
goosebumps all over your body when I kiss and bite you like this. I
rub my hand down your leg and I can feel your skin prickling. That's
it, princess. You want to feel good for Daddy, don't you.
I hush you when you start to answer me. I don't know, baby,
Just let me take care of everything. I move down your body and
slip my hands up out of your tank top. As I kiss your belly,
I cover your tits with my palms and squeeze my heart. I will
let your nipples to let them snap back because I let go. You art
your back, pushing your tits into my palms let me know that you want
more. I can feel the heat from your pussy against my stomach, and
I know you need a tench in there too, but she's gonna have to
wait. I want to play with your taties first. I move, pushing
your tank top under your arm bit so that I can so that I can
suck on them. I run my tongue over your heart nipples, over and
over and over until you can hardly stand it. Then I bite it gently
with my teeth as you mom mmm, good girl, tell Daddy how much
you like it. I do the same to the other side, linking and
teasing and biting you, listening to all the little sounds you make that drive
me fucking crazy. You're making my dick so fucking hard. I crawl down
your body and you instinctively spread your legs for me. You've already got away
spott on your panties. I tug just a little watch out to wear fabric
sticks to your pussy lips. I kiss you off with the fabric and lick
the wetness, groaning as I get that first little taste to you. I
run my finger under the edge of your panties and put them to the side
so that I can slide my tongue through the slip and lap up all that
delicious, grape y pussy is slick, freshly shaven. You shaved for me
in the shower because you wanted this. You knew that I was going to
take care of you, because Daddy always takes good care of you. Such
a good girl for Daddy. Getting ready for my tongue. You wanted me
to lick this sweet web pussy for you, didn't you, Dan, your
baby? You know? As I pull your panties down off your legs,
shoving them in the pocket of my sweatpants for later, I sat up between
your legs, pulling them over my shoulders, I put my mouth on you
and start to eat your pussy. You taste so fucking good on my tongue
as I'll lick you from your clean asshole, over your weay, opening through
your pink soil and lips, then up over your click and one moth motion.
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