Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“Oh, God…” She grinds against me, panting.
My voice comes out ragged when I ask her, “Does that feel good, baby?”
She nods frantically, her eyes narrow and glazed.
“Is this what my baby girl needs? To rub her sweet little pussy all over something hard?”
She suppresses a sob, and my heart breaks. What I’m doing isn’t fair, but I can’t stop the flood of dirty talk from pouring out of me.
“What was that?” I grind harder against her. “I couldn’t hear you, baby.”
“Yes,” she cries, her voice muffled by my shirt.
I tsk. “‘Yes’, what? Say it.”
She inhales a ragged breath. “Yes, Daddy. This is… This is exactly what I need.”
A smile consumes my face. Watching Eden grow flushed and aroused as she pleasures herself on my body makes me feel like I can take on the world. I make sure she can feel my hard cock pressed against her hip.
“Is that all you need, or is there something else?” I swear to God, Eden could ask me to fetch her a star and I would hop on the nearest dick rocket.
“I want you to t-touch me, Daddy.”
I feign confusion. “But I am touching you, baby girl.”
Puffs of breath tickle my neck as she struggles to find her words. “With your hands. I want you to touch me with your big, rough hands.”
I press a kiss to her cheek. “Good girl.”
Shifting my leg back, I slide my hand down the front of her sleep shorts. My cock throbs as my fingers graze her naked pussy. She’s not wearing any underwear.
I rub up and down her slit a few times, gathering her arousal on my fingertips.
Eden melts against me to the point that I think the only thing keep her up is my grip on her hip. When the heel of my palm presses against her clit, she shivers.
“Did Daddy find your secret spot?” I rasp.
“Oh, yes!” She grinds on my hand. “Play with my spot, Daddy.”
Slowly, I draw my fingers up until they hover over her clit. Keeping a steady pace, I rub tiny circles on her most sensitive spot, soaking up all of her whimpers and moans.
“Tell me how good it feels.” I breathe against her hair. The fruity scent of her shampoo fills my head. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk through a garden again without instantly becoming hard.
“It feels s-so good when you touch me there. So tingly and…and…” She rocks her hips in time with my strokes. “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to, baby.” My entire hand is slick with her juices. “Daddy’s not gonna stop touching you until you come so hard, you see fireworks.”
Unable to voice her words, Eden just nods and whimpers against my chest.
“I want you to come for me, baby, I want you to come because of me. Can you do that for Daddy?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow her pussy gets even wetter.
“Y-yeah,” she stammers. “I’m gonna c-come for you, Daddy. Please just…don’t… Ah!”
Eden’s clit pulses against my fingers. Arousal drenches my hand as I continue to stroke her, letting her use me to ride out her orgasm. Her hips roll against my hand, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to rip my pants off and join her, right here in the kitchen.
When she finally settles down and her breathing slows, I withdraw my hand from her shorts. I readjust her clothes, smoothing and straightening them, as she sags against the counter.
A smile spreads across her face.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
She looks at me with complete adoration. But as reality sets in, I can’t help but wince.
“I want to be your daddy more than anything else in the world, Eden. But I don’t deserve the title.”
She squints. “Why not?”
Guilt burns like acid in my stomach. “Because it’s my fault that you had such a difficult childhood. And it’s my fault your dad is dead.”
Eden’s body stills as she studies my gaze, a look of confusion and shock dawning across her face. She doesn’t move when I press my lips to her forehead—the last time my lips will touch any part of her for weeks.
“I have to catch a flight to New York tonight,” I say.
Panic seizes her features. “You’re leaving?”
“Just for a few weeks.”
“But—”
I kiss her gently, cutting her off. “I’ll be home in time for Christmas, baby girl. I promise. This isn’t goodbye.”
“I want to believe you,” she whispers. “But I don’t know if I can.”
Her words hit like a slap, but with my track record, I deserve them. I nod.
Pulling away from Eden is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Still, it must be done. I don’t know how we’re going to make this work, sneaking around the apartment with her mom under the same roof. It almost seems doomed from the start. Maybe it is. All I know is that my life changed the moment Eden stepped onto my jet.