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[cloudystevie]

okie this is one of the spicy little fantasies I have with chubby!daddy!ari ☁️ I hope you enjoy jasmeen! 💗✨

imagine it’s a wonderful summers day. the sing song of the morning birds greeting you and the faint baas of the goats in the cozy hay filled stables. munching on the bundles of leafy green spinach and pumpkin squash as you feed the doves and doves handfuls of seeds. allowing the small family of quails and rabbits to morsel on the bits.

Ari was off in the kitchen preparing both of your breakfast, retrieving eggs from the hen house and you were looking forward as you heard the sizzle of meat hit a skillet and smelt the savoring smell of meat and bread.

early mornings were nothing but experiences for the both of you. and you both always tried to treat each other to the epitome in which you both deserved, you both deserved to feel loved, to be cared and to be cherished. and that’s what mornings are for the two of you.

Ari cooking your breakfast just how you both like it. big and hearty yet still very nutritious. prepping the tea pot as he gathered the bunches of you favorite flowers he found in the field as he walked with the herd of sheep in the pottery made vase that you and him made and painted a tender shade of lily pad green. always doing the smallest of things to make you smile, he always thought it shined brighter than the sun and softer than any clouds that dotted the sky.

in the warm of the yellow sunshine, it warms your skin and legs on the account of you only being in a white lace bralette and flowy skirt. your apron tied to your waist you sprinkle the seeds of sunflower, pumpkin and apple. before the large pocket of your apron is empty and seedless, and the animals and birds finished there breakfast you retreat to your garden shed to retrieve your gardening tools.

starting to gather all the necessities in order to explore the orchard for the fresh citrus’s for today’s dessert. daddy has been been craving orange tarts and lemon cake and you did precisely remember a recipe being in your grandmothers recipe book on those exact delicacies. retrieving your latter and baskets, you walk through the stone trail and soft spring green grass to the white fence orchard.

smiling at how this years crop has been blissful, not a single branch on the tall trees aren't embellished with the tart yellow and orange fruits. you do not realize ari is behind he keeping up with your flowing body. gathering the lemons and oranges in your basket you gasp when you feel the warmth and touch of large hands at your hips.

the gasp however is calmed when he feel the tender scratch of a beard rubbing your neck, the plumpness of a bottom lip grazing against the shell of your ear, the touch of roaming fingers touching the bare skin of your waist.

“what are you doing out here my love?” you whisper as you inspected a lemon, seeing that it suited to your sweet perfection it was placed in the basket amongst the others.

“breakfast is ready and is going cold, I hate for my dove to eat her eggs and bread cold. it’s a bit earlier for lemon picking, no?” he whispers in your ear and you him at how the early morning always left his voice low and rasp. corresponding well with his thumbs playing the the waistline of your skirt, dipping them to rub the lengths of your hip bones.

“it’s a surprise that you will find later on tonight. i’m sure you will love it-” you break into a session of giggles when his kisses press against that one ticklish spot on your neck and he chuckles.

“mhm you sure sweetheart? it’s going to take a lot to beat the surprise you gave my last night, daddy really enjoyed that surprised,” he rasped deeply into your ear as he sucked onto the soft space below your jaw. “i’m glad you did daddy,” replying in a airy sigh as his lips don’t leave an inch of skin untouched.

a serenade of shivers running up and down your spine, his restless fingers that teased the skin beneath the skirt don’t behave themselves. “sweet girl i still enjoy it,” he rumbled softly, it’s then do you feel his hard bulge rub against your ass. thick fingers unbutton the ivory buttons on the waist causing the float skirt to fall in a batch at your feet.

heat wafting up your face, you’ve never felt so exposed but in this paradise it’s just you and Ari. alone in your sacred garden, you could walk around naked and wouldn’t care cause he would worship each curve, dip and bend of your body. and he does presently as he moans into your neck, whispering how Venus couldn’t compare.

the warm summer air hitting your bare cunt, a gasp escapes your lips when his fingers stroke the glossy folds. sticky yet slick, honey like yet silky.

he needs a taste

it only makes ari rub his cock harder against your ass until he turns you around, grabbing your ass in his hands you gently presses you against one of the trunks of the orange trees. sunkissed legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers continued to pet your cunt, whispering how he was going to eat you up after he fucked you full of his cum.

his pretty dove to hold, his precious buttercup to kiss, his sweet sunshine to care for

his everything to give you his all

and he does give you his all, everyday and every second and it shows in the way he’s kissing you breathless. your hands cup and stroke his breaded cheeks and fingers running through the soft locks of his toffee brown locks. moaning delightfully into his mouth at the taste of clementines on his tongue, his thumb striking your slicked little pearl. making you a moaning mess as your caged in his large arms holding you so tightly but lovingly.

soon his pants are disregarded and his thick rock hard cock stands against the soft plushness of his protruding belly. the tip an angry red glistening in white precum against the suns heavy rays and you don’t realize how your soaking in your own heat and pleasure as he commands you to look at him.

snapping your eyes to his blue hues, they’re a calming sea of cool waves that always bring you serenity and clarity. now they’re a brewing thrashing ocean rippling with list and you didn’t want anything else but to swim in that desire filled sea as his cock teased the folds of your dripping sex.

his lips crash against yours in a blinding and searing kiss, pulling at the hair at the back of his head you kiss back with the same desire. the need of oxygen pulling you to apart he presses his forehead against yours, curtains of his hair brushing softly against your cheeks as you both rush to catch your breath.

“my dove, I love you,” the breathless chase in his voice and sparkle gleam in his eyes brings tears for you both. your heart racing, soft and blooming from the remark and the feel of his cock rubbing against your needy desperate hole.

you could hear those three words for the rest of eternity yet they would still hold the same meaning, the same passionate amour

“I love you to daddy,” and his cock thrusts into your channel, taking the breath out of you both but slowly bring the two of you to life as he made love to you amongst the citrus trees.

I NEED COCK 🥺

ROSIE I AM SPEECHLESS I AM ON THE DLOOR YFGING RO COLLECT MYSELD HELP HELP HELP

the morning is so warm and bright and makes me so happy. eating fresh foods in the company of cute animals and of course daddy🥺🥺

and the smut is so soft and cute and breathtaking because theyre so enamoured in one another and its all so passionate 🥺🥺🥺 the way you captured the details in this has me both incredibly soft and horny🥺💘

in conclusion:

#brattycherub #daddy ari levinson x little reader #alevinson #WOWZIESWOWZIES IM DLOORED