Chapter 5 Five

"Let's watch a movie," Maya suggested the next Friday as they finished eating the dinner she and Hank made. She had arrived at the ranch late in the afternoon claiming that Karen had traveled home to see her folks. And that she wanted to spend the weekend at the ranch.

"You do whatever you want, little cookie" he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "I'm tired already. Remember I had a lot to do on the ranch today."

"Oh. Okay," she said in a thin voice, disappointed. She stood up and packed their empty plates to the sink.

"Goodnight. I will see you in the morning," he said standing up while she was stacking the dishwasher with the dirty plates.

"Goodnight," she mumbled, sad that her plan to have them watch a movie together didn't work out. Karen had taught her what to do.

She cleaned up the kitchen and left for the guestroom, seeing no need for a movie anymore. She needed to think of another idea for the next day. She had planned that it was going to be this weekend or never. She wanted Hank, and she was going to have him.

The rain started just as she got into the guestroom. Maya took her bath, and dressed in a skimpy and frilly red nightgown which she had specifically for this weekend. She hoped he would see her in it the next morning before he dash out to the ranch. She didn't bother to wear any panties.

She smiled at herself as a terrible storm broke out about twenty minutes later as she laid on the bed. She knew the storm was a good reason to rush into Hank's room, though she was never afraid of storms.

"Yes," she giggled as another wild thunder broke out and rain started. She left her room and walked down the hallway. Maya opened Hank's door and called out his name, "Hank," she called tentatively.

She walked into the room. He was already asleep. She could figure him out on the bed in the deemed room. "Hank," she called again, louder now

It was only when she got to his bedside that he opened his eyes. "Maya...? Are you okay?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"I can't sleep," she groaned. "The storm. Can I sleep here?"

"Su...Sure," he mumbled and quickly turned his back and shifted to make room for her.

She hid a grin and climbed into the bed. As if to corroborate her fears, another deafening thunder broke out again.

"Oh God," Maya shrieked and snuggled tightly into his back under the sheets.

"It's okay," he mumbled. "It's just a storm. You are with me now. Nothing can happen to you."

"You are going to be my daddy tonight," she murmured against his back, loving how big and strong his body was.

Hank murmured something incoherently. Not daring to turn to look at her. His cock was hardening up, and he couldn't afford to let her know.

"Just the way my daddy used to protect me whenever I was afraid of the storm as a little girl." She whispered against his neck.

"Maya," he let out a deep breath. "Sleep. I am tired. I need to sleep."

"Okay Daddy," she purred and the sound of her voice went right to his boner, strengthening it to the hardest. She curved her hand around his body.

His breath caught in his throat, and he nearly passed out at the touch of their skin. He wasn't wearing any top; he was only wearing jam sleep shorts.

Her hand moved up his body, and a finger caressed his now taunt nipple. Maya moaned and kissed his shoulder, her finger still on his nipple. And her boobs pressed firmly against his back.

Hank couldn't help himself anymore. His breathing became ragged.

She became more emboldened by hearing the way he was breathing. Her hand moved down his leg and touched his cock.

"Maya, why? Please," he gasped and pushed her hand away. "Don't do that."

"You like that I am in your bed, don't you?" Her hand returned to his crotch and a finger brushed the tip of his cock through his shorts. "Daddy ..." she purred. "A-a-are you going to touch me?"

Her body shook with desire and she couldn't think of any other thing than him giving her what she wanted.

"Maya," he gave a long audible sigh, and turned around to look at her. "I can't, Maya stop."

He chided but didn't push her away, he only turned his back to her again.

She began stroking his length up and down. Maya was mindless with lust now, her core was already pooling moisture. She loved him; she wanted him and cared about nothing at that point.

"You want me too," she kept stroking him as his pre-cum oozed out through the fabric of his shorts. "Your body wants me, daddy. You are leaking already."

"Maya," he whispered, and removed her hand from his member. "This isn't right. It doesn't matter what I want. I'm too old for you, please." He pleaded. "You are like a daughter to me. I can't do this, please. What do you want people to say?"

Silence stretched between them. The only sound in the room was their hard breathing. The rain had stopped now and everything was quiet outside.

"Are you mad at me?" She was on the verge of tears as she broke the silence. "I love you, I want you. You want me too. Don't punish yourself, Hank."

"It's midnight already," he said in a low growl, not answering her question. "We need to sleep."

His heart thudded wildly in his chest, his cock was so hard to the point of pain. He wanted her like he had never wanted a woman before. But he just didn't think it was right.

"Please," she exhaled loudly. "Daddy, touch me." Her body shuddered against him.

Hank swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat and called out her name tenderly. "Little cookie." He breathed raggedly. Battling between his desires and the voice telling him how wrong it was.