Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’m more than a handful, it seems. And sure, I’ll admit it. I talk back, complain constantly, and want to do things my own way. Not many men can handle me, and if they manage, they don’t for long. I’d assumed I would just burn through dudes till I tired myself out, but instead, I’ve found myself melting for someone who is more than capable of handling me.
When I sass him, he laughs and pulls me in tighter to his bigger body. His strength alone quiets my tongue. He never gets upset. He has this utter calm about him where he seems to have everything around him under control, and that includes me. I’ve wondered what it is about him that makes me feel so drawn in and safe, but it’s that. His ability to read and react to the room in a stealthy smoothness that fixes whatever could be wrong before I realize it’s happening.
Kayla Handler
He anticipates my moods, my needs, and just fucking handles it. Like the other night I was reading in his recliner. You know the chair all Daddies have in the living room. A special spot that’s just theirs. The one you aren’t supposed to be in. I was enjoying my smutty book when I heard his loud-ass, big-boy truck racing up the gravel drive. Settling deeper into the chair I wasn’t supposed to be in, I tried to focus on the words on the page, but my heart rate was spiking, and my ears were perked toward the door. I heard his boots coming up the porch steps, then the creak of the screen door as he entered the house.
I should have moved. He’d had a long day, busting his ass in the hot sun, but that would have been the good girl thing to do, and he knows I’m a twit. I tried, desperately, to keep the smile off my face as I heard a low growl from his chest as he walked up to stop just behind the recliner. His tall body loomed over me, but I didn’t look back. My breathing drew shallow but rapid, and then I felt his hand caress my throat. His thumb traced the angle of my jaw and his calloused fingers strummed lightly over my windpipe. It wasn’t threatening, just commanding. Daddy was home.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357