Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I craned my neck to grant him access to my mouth. He kissed me as if he were in danger of drowning and my breath was the only thing keeping him afloat. His hands glided up my shirt to squeeze and cup my breasts. I whimpered around his tongue.
His cock nudged my backside, firm and insistent. I pushed my ass against him. He hummed low in his throat and fluttered his fingertips over my nipples, his erection prodding the back pane of my underwear.
“We’re really going to do this,” he rasped.
I turned in his arms so I could look at him. Lights from the neighboring buildings washed his face in cool blue tones.
“Only if you promise not to hate yourself afterward.”
He caressed my side, his expression torn. I stroked his jaw and then slid my hand all the way down to his waistband. His stomach muscles quivered. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and walked the trail of hair below his navel with my fingers. A soft groan fell from his open mouth.
“You have to want this as much as I do,” I said. “I won’t be a tool you use to punish yourself. You have to be sure.”
“I’m sure,” he said. My nipples puckered as he lifted my shirt. “I’ve never been more certain about anything.”
Easing me onto my back, he dipped his head to take my nipple into his mouth. My clit pulsed like a miniature heart centered between my thighs, beating faster and faster as he teased my breast with his tongue. I rested my hands on his back, then tangled them in his hair when his playful teasing devolved into torture.
“Please, Daddy…”
He released my nipple with a wet smack. “Please what, baby?”
“I don’t know. Something. Anything.” I licked my lips. “I need you.”
My father rose to his knees and helped me pull my shirt off. He took his time admiring my nakedness, until I latched onto him like a thing possessed, pushing my pebble-hard nipples upward to meet his chest. We kissed like our survival depended on how thoroughly we could wear out our tongues. He gripped my hips and rocked his erection against me, sending dull throbs of agonizing desire into my bones.
I couldn’t take it any longer. Reaching between us, I freed his cock from the trap of his underwear and encircled the shaft. After a few pumps and a couple of desperate grunts, I yanked the crotch of my underwear aside and guided him to my folds.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, catching my fist. I nearly sobbed in frustration. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
“What does that even mean?”
He laughed softly—an infuriating sound. He kissed my chin, then my throat, continuing in a straight line down my stomach, pausing only to lick a circle around my belly button.
Gooseflesh pricked up across my skin. As exasperated as I felt to be put off yet again, I had a feeling he was about to make it worth my while. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and settled between my legs.
If I’d known my father was going to come face-to-face with my panties, I would’ve chosen a newer, sexier pair. He smiled at the cartoon-flower pattern.
“How long have you had these?”
My cheeks burned. “A while…”
I reached for the waistband with every intention of taking them off.
“No, don’t.” He waved my hands away. “They’re adorable.”
I shielded my face in embarrassment until he began to kiss me. First the rosebuds, then the violets, each soft peck provoking a tiny burst of arousal, like biting down on a blackberry fresh off the vine. The crotch of my panties was practically soaked through by the time he finished with the tulips.
Pressing the tip of his nose to the damp spot, he inhaled deeply, then groaned. “All right, fuck it. I need to taste you.”
He slid my panties off and settled between my legs. I’d lost track of the number of times we’d done this, but the hunger in his gaze when he saw my pussy for the first time in a while never failed to undo me.
“You have the most luscious pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He parted my lips with his thumbs and planted a kiss just above my clit. I shivered, my breath hitching with excitement. “I could spend the rest of my life between your thighs. In fact, I intend to do so.”
My blood turned to honey in my veins, slow and sweet and golden. I wanted to kiss him but he was too far away, so I nibbled my fingers instead. He traced my inner labia with the tip of his tongue and then fucked into me. I gasped as his nose met my clit. His tongue delved deeper, wriggling like something I’d only ever seen in a deep-sea documentary, or a Japanese animated cartoon. It felt as titillating as it was obscene.