Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I shut the door behind us, then turn and grab those thick, tempting hips. She gasps as I pull her into my arms again.
“Do you need Daddy to take the lead?” I moan in her ear, my shaft grows even more solid somehow, just by being near her. A river of precum leaks out, hot, no, boiling. She spins in my arms, looks up with wide, excited eyes. She nods slowly.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Come on, say it all.”
She licks her lips as though she’s shy, like she’s testing out a new aspect of our lust, of her lust. Calling me Daddy is other-world different to eye-fucking each other while fixing her car. That’s for damn sure.
“I want Daddy to take the lead.”
I can’t stop myself anymore. I wrap my arms around her and lift her up. She wraps her thick legs around me, instinctively. I crush my lips to hers, but pause the kiss just long enough to navigate.
“I don’t have to guess which room is yours,” I groan, and nod to the door covered with Polaroids.
She stares up with a deep, gorgeous red flush on her cheeks. I nudge it open with my foot, gently lay her down on the half-made bed. There are photos all over the walls.
Fuck. There’s a photo of her dad. Malcolm, the man I killed. As if I need to be reminded how fucked-up this is. All right, I get it. But please, not right now.
The trust and nervous expectation in her innocent eyes are too addictive. She leans up on her elbows, breathy, her neck reddens even more. Hinting, I hope, at the same redness covering her tits. And her engorged pussy lips.
Should I tell her now? Before this goes too far. Before I can’t stop it.
Instead, I kneel at the edge of the bed and grab her leggings. She shifts and murmurs, rolls and lifts her butt when I grab her leggings and underwear in the same greedy handful.
With every inch I peel her clothing down her thighs, and over her knees, I feel more and more damned. This feels like a straight-to-hell activity. But, there’s no going back when I sit on my haunches and stare in savage hunger at her exposed, neatly trimmed pussy. Just an arm’s length away. Her lips are big, swollen with lust. Her clit peeks out, hooded and shy but engorged. Her hole is fucking drenched, leaking down toward her puckered asshole.
“Is… something wrong?” she murmurs.
I slide my hands up her legs.
“Say it, like a good girl, please. Every. Damn. Time.”
“Duh-Daddy?” she whimpers. “Is something wrong… Daddy?”
“I’m just admiring your cute, perfectly wet pussy,” I growl. Sliding my hands higher and higher up her juicy legs. “I’m just imagining what my soaked little girl will taste like. You’re so wet. Is it normal for Daddy’s little girl to get this wet?”
She gasps.
For a second, I think maybe I’ve taken the roleplay too far. Hell, I have. I did, the second I called myself Daddy, the father figure I took from her. But I can’t stop—and she fucking loves it. I can feel it. I can see it.
“No, only for you, Daddy,” she whines, telling me exactly what I need to hear.
I slide my hands to the top of her big, delicious thighs. Greedily sink my fingers into the flesh and push gently apart. A film of moisture clings to her entrance, forming a bubble that pops quietly, like bubble gum. She arches her back toward me, chasing her own pleasure.
The second I gently bite her leg near her pussy, I know I’m lost. I can taste the tanginess of her juices clinging to her skin. I can taste how badly her body wants this.
I kiss closer to her pussy, slipping one hand to her hole. She pushes against me.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I snarl, kissing her lip, moving closer to her clit. “Daddy’s girl knows how to show me what she wants.”
“Hmm,” She drives her hips urgently, like she can’t help it. “Duh-Daddy.”
“Good fucking girl. I love hearing that. It makes Daddy even harder.”
She moans again, then gasps when I push her lips apart with my tongue and suck my whole mouth down on her clit. At the same time, I bring two fingers to her hole. Her wetness spreads for me, smears over her lips as I push my tongue forcefully flat down on her nub.
“That’s… it,” I snarl when the movement of her hips starts to grind against my face. “Chase it… like a… good girl.”
Between each breath, I bury my face in her pussy. Suck her clit. Finger her tight, grasping hole until she can take one full finger. Buried all the way in, curling to strike her sensitive spots and make her tingle all over.
I lose it after a few minutes of listening to her moan. I try to lick her gently, trying not to be a complete monster. Always, there’s a voice in me, roaring at me to stop. But I can’t listen when the opposing sound is the gorgeous wetness of her pussy and her moans urging me on.