Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Drug overdose.” Her tone is matter of fact, but her fidgety hands betray the tension inside her. “My dad ran off when I was four, and after that, she kind of gave up on being my mom.”
“How old were you when she passed?”
“Six and a half.” The information hits me like a bullet. She lost her father at four, and then her mother at six.
It’s no goddamn wonder the girl’s taken so naturally to Daddy kink. She barely had time to be a kid.
Gutted, I rest my hand over hers. “Is there a reason you aren’t staying with your uncle now?”
She stares down at her plate. “He doesn’t have room for me.”
Does he live in a goddamn shoebox? God knows if anything happened to Mary and her husband, I would assume guardianship of my nieces in a heartbeat. I want to ask why the hell he doesn’t just make room for her, but that’s a question for Craig, not Teagan.
“Is Craig your mom’s brother or your dad’s?”
“My dad’s brother. We’ve actually been planning a trip to Cali to visit my dad. I was hoping you could come with us.”
Jesus. Does Mary know all these people are suddenly back in Teagan’s life? I want to be happy and supportive of her reconnecting with her flesh and blood, but my old cop senses are telling me the timing of it all feels off.
“I’ll take you to California if that’s where you want to go, sweetheart. How long have you and your Dad been in touch?”
“I haven’t talked to him yet, but Craig said he called and asked about me.”
“I see. And how do you feel about seeing your dad again after all this time?”
She shrugs, but there’s no mistaking the precarious flame of hope dancing behind her eyes. I don’t want to extinguish it by expressing doubt. I’ll meet this mysterious uncle, and see if I can get ahold of Teagan’s dad, make sure these are the kind of people I want hanging around my little girl.
“Since we’re all going to be traveling together, I’d like to meet your uncle. We can invite him to Saturday’s barbecue.”
“Really?” Again, she hits me with that smile. I stroke her cheek.
“Anything to get to know you better, baby.” I am keen to learn more about Teagan’s family, but I can tell it’s a sensitive subject, and the last thing I want is to put her off her meal.
She’ll give me the whole story when she’s ready.
“Now eat your dinner so Daddy can give you your present.”
We finish eating and begin cleaning up the kitchen. I can tell she’s getting impatient, so I make her take extra care when drying the dishes, just to watch her squirm. After that, I tell her to wait in the hallway outside the bedroom while I make the last few adjustments to her surprise.
Once everything is in place, I open the door and let her inside.
Teagan’s eyes go wide as she takes in the stuffed bunny on the bed, fitted with a pair of black bikini-style panties.
“It’s huge,” she says, and it’s true. The bunny is almost as tall as she is. “Why is it wearing panties?”
“Because this bunny is extra special.” I pull her new smartphone from my pocket and tap to turn on the vibrator app. Suddenly, the vibrator I’ve positioned inside the panties, over the bunny’s tail, hums to life.
Teagan gasps, squeezing her thighs together in excitement. “Can I play with it?”
“You sure can, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”
She flips the rabbit onto its stomach and straddles it. The soft whine that falls from her perfect mouth wakes my cock right up. She humps the bunny, grinding back and forth over the sweet spot. The look of abandon on her face is more than worth the awkwardness of having gone into a sex store to buy a vibrator for a stuffed rabbit.
“I could watch you do that all fucking day, angel,” I tell her. “Do you like your present?”
“I love it. I want to feel it against me.” Teagan climbs off to remove her shorts and underwear, then she’s right back at it. Humping, wiggling her hips, making herself feel good.
I watch her without touching myself for as long as I can, my cock aching something fierce behind my zipper. When I can’t stand the ache another second, I unzip my pants and take it out.
Precum drips from the tip. I stroke in time with her thrusts, never tearing my eyes from this dancing angel. It hits me again, how much I love her. How badly I want to be inside her—mind, body, and soul. I want to spend the rest of my fucking life taking care of this lost little girl.
Only, she’s not lost anymore. I found her.
She’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
Teagan reaches for me. I move closer to take her hand, leaning in to kiss her pretty pink mouth. In an instant, her shirt is off and my hands are all over her, caressing her breasts and stomach, strumming those taut little nipples as pink as her mouth. Her hand finds my cock, and I know what she wants without her having to say a word. It’s the same thing I want. That’s how in sync we are.