Page 32 of Daddy to Go
The man took the paper and bowed slightly. Abby followed along behind me, still looking around in bewilderment. It was really cute actually, and it made me want to take her all over the world. The man cleared his throat as he walked up behind the counter. “I am Hodges, your hotel manager.”
Abby stood to the side, her hands locked in front of her, swaying from side to side. Hodges typed quickly on the computer and smiled. “Ah, Dr. and Mrs. Rivington, here you are.”
I held back a smile as Abby’s head whipped around, surprised to hear him say “Mrs.” But then she smiled to herself and put her head down, nodding. It was just easier to book us as a married couple, since we were sharing a room.
Hodges handed me a large black key with a red ribbon tied around it. He pointed at the map and traced his finger along the route. “If you and the Missus need anything day or night, please don’t hesitate to call the front desk. And have a very enjoyable stay.”
“Thank you, Hodges,” I growled.
I turned away from the front desk and put my hand out. Abby and I walked toward the large staircase. “I hope you don’t mind that I got us a suite.”
Her eyes went wide again. “A suite? You mean it has a kitchen in it? That’s so amazing.”
I opened my mouth to correct her but stopped myself, realizing it would have been incredibly rude of me. Instead I leaned toward her and kissed her on the forehead.
“It’s much more than that. Just wait and see.”
She giggled in excitement. When we got to the top of the stairs, we both looked at each other and took off running down the hallway, laughing. I slid to a stop at the door and put my arm out, catching her at the waist. She was giggling so hard tears were coming down her face. I couldn’t help but join her in her mirth.
The key dangled from the red satin ribbon and Abby smiled, taking it and inserting it into the door. When we walked into the space, I heard a gasp from her. I walked in behind and shut the door, finding Abby standing in the living room.
Her hands were pressed to her mouth as she turned in circles again.
“This is beautiful. There’s a kitchen, a dining area, a living room, and a separate bedroom! And everything is so beautifully decorated.”
I chuckled at her as she ran over to the art, shaking her head.
“Oh, man. This is a Federico. It’s so gorgeous. Did you know he was homeless when he was discovered? He lives in Manhattan now.”
“I did not know that,” I said, still watching her with amazement. “Though, to be honest, I’m not well-versed in art.”
Abby shook her head at the painting and walked over, peeking in the bedroom. She perked up and looked around, putting her fingers to her lips playfully gasping. “There’s only one bedroom?! Scandalous!”
I smiled, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her waist. My eyes went dark, staring into her beautiful face. “Of course, sweetheart. I intend on sampling your body all weekend, so I don’t want us to sleep separately.”
“I think I like that,” she cooed seductively.
Lifting up on her toes she gently pressed her lips to mine. I leaned into it, upping the ante. I parted her lips with my tongue and she opened willingly, entangling her tongue with mine. My hands slid down to her ass and I gripped it tightly, lifting up. She giggled with delight.
Laughing, I pulled back. “Come on, let’s go test out that bed and show this place what scandalous really means.”
She walked ahead of me and I reached out, playfully swatting her in the ass. She jumped and squealed as I chased after her, running up to the end of the bed. I grabbed her wrist and spun her into my arms. She put her palms on my chest and bit her bottom lip.
“You better not be gentle with me, Mister.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t.”
Putting both my hands down, I lifted her dress up. She moaned as I ripped her panties down to her ankles and spun her around. Pushing down between her shoulder blades, I bent her over and slapped her ass. Abby let out a pleasurable moan, making my cock rock solid.
Leaning forward I whispered into her ear. “Kneel on the edge of the bed and take the top of your dress down. Let me see those beautiful tits swing.”
She did as told, pulling the straps down her arms and unclasping her bra. With a low growl, I wrapped my arms around her and massaged her breasts. She leaned her head back on my shoulder as I twisted her nipples between my fingers, the hard nubs so sensitive. Her breathing was heavy and her legs were trembling. My tongue ran up her neck and to her earlobe, pulling it into my mouth.
“Mmm,” she groaned, her nipples rock solid.
I smiled as I released her ear. “Now bend over and let me see that pussy.”
She smiled and lifted off my shoulder, bending over on all fours. I pressed my lips together and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side. Then I took two fingers and ran them down between her ass cheeks, stopping and rubbing her hole for a moment. She shivered all over and began to moan louder. She liked it.