Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I gasp as he slides his thick fingers up my inner thigh, brushing his knuckles over the spot on my panties that covers the area that’s been tingling since he walked into the house yesterday.
“Y—yes,” I stutter on a nod, “when I think about kissing…and other things.”
I cling to the idea that telling the truth serves me right now, but honestly, I’m pretty certain most of my frontal lobe is already offline.
“Ah, well, we will certainly have to have a talk about those other things as well. But for now, I want to focus on kissing. So just relax, baby, I’m going to show you what it’s like to have a man kiss you in a grown-up way. Part of being a father is making sure you learn things the right way. You’re very innocent.”
“But, I don’t always think innocent things. I think about grown up things. Dirty things. Things I shouldn’t think about.” I mumble as his masculine scent invades my nostrils, his massive body hunching forward, his shoulder brushing mine as his fingers dance on the outside of my panties making my insides clench.
“It’s okay. I’m just showing you how to do it right. That’s what a good daddy does. Shows you the ways of the world. Now, Daddy’s going to kiss you.”
That’s the last thing I hear before his lips are on mine. He’s warm and God he smells so good, and my eyes drop closed as the world outside disappears.
It’s impossible to breathe as his lips mount mine and the pressure of his fingers between my legs intensifies. The rumble from his chest vibrates, shifting into a growl.
God, he’s kissing me, really kissing me, and my body curls and shakes as he strums between my legs.
All the quiet shame I’ve carried about wanting this connection with a man wells up in me like long repressed grief. It’s been the secret I’ve carried and kept from even Brigid.
The dark thoughts and desperate ache I’ve felt for so long made me think there was something wrong with me. I’ve wanted with a wanting so deep and desperate that I pushed it away twice as hard.
I couldn’t let anyone see my weakness. I couldn’t admit, even to myself, that the depraved fantasies and dreams of an older man taking control could ever be real.
I know he’s too old for me, but my body doesn’t care.
Dietrich fills my mouth with his tongue, and it feels strange and exciting as tight moans catch in my throat. I don’t know what to do with my hands or how to breathe.
Our tongues lash and twist as he pushes deeper, the scrape of his short beard connecting with the soft skin around my mouth. His hard chest crowds me against the car as low, frustrated, desperate sounds fall from our lips. The reality, that I’m kissing a man older than my own father, heightens the curling tension below my belly button.
There’s so much wrong with what’s happening right now, but my clit thinks it’s a freaking Mardi Gras.
In fact, it’s begging for more…friction. I cock my hips into his touch the best I can, his massive body containing me in the confined space.
His low grunts stop and his tongue moves into the hollow of my cheek, then across the front of my teeth until he pulls back, his forehead furrowed and I feel a sharp stab to my chest thinking I’ve done something wrong.
“Was that okay?” I ask in a breathless gasp, barely recognizing myself. “Did I do it right?”
I’m so desperate for this stranger’s approval I get a glimpse of what it must be like to get lost in a part.
He’s not your father. He can’t fix the broken parts inside you from a lifetime of disappointment at the real man that was supposed to be your hero growing up.
“It was perfect, baby.” He withdraws his fingers and the loss of that magical strumming and his lips have me feeling empty. I’m addicted already and I feel like a carpet has been pulled from under my feet. “Now, I’m going to tell you more about how grown ups do other things. You may have heard things at school or from friends, but it’s time you learned what I want you to know about sex.”
Flames lick at my cheeks. The reality is our own father never had the talk with me and Brigid. It was simply never brought up and like so many other things, that responsibility as a father apparently didn’t apply to him.
“I know about…sex,” I stutter, but realize the truth is, I know the bare bones basics and I’m pretty sure Deitrich has parsed that out already.
“Is that so? And from where did you learn this information?”
Still corralled by his closeness, but with a quivering in my belly, I answer, “Books… mostly. Some friends at school.”