Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’m on my feet, her answer feeling more important to me right now than any other moment of my life. Her feet fall, legs still wide, but the pose is broken—as is the playfulness of the previous moment.
She could fight me. What I’m asking could turn her away from me. But I can’t hold back what I am with her. Who I am. Who I will be.
I hold my breath as she pushes up to sit, her knees starting to draw together, but I remind her with my foot I want her open to me.
Her legs stay wide, her pink fluttering folds glistening as I reach down, offering my hand.
“So... pretend like I’m younger? Is that what you’re saying?”
I slow blink, pushing away the thoughts of how wrong this could be. “Do you like thinking that you’re my little girl?”
I motion for her to put her hands in mine. Her tiny fingers drift to my palms and I ease her up onto her feet, guiding her to the bath, wanting more than ever to wash away the makeup and character she played on stage.
I lean down and nuzzle the nape of her neck as I tap the side of her leg, motioning for her to immerse herself in the warm water and bubbles.
As she sinks down, the bubbles make an almost buzzing sound as they pop and move to allow her access.
It reminds me of how wet I’m going to need her to be for her virgin body to take my size. There will be pain, that’s unavoidable, but I’ll make sure she’s as wet and warm as this bathwater before I teach her body just what she will be doing for me every day for the rest of her life.
Once she’s down in the water, I grab the wash cloth and soak it, then gently start wiping the grown-up off her face and revealing the little girl.
Once she’s fresh-faced, I drop the cloth to the floor and roll up my sleeves, dipping my hand under the water until I meet the slick warmth between her legs, pinching her chin with the fingers of my other hand so our eyes are connected as I rub the hard nub, watching her pupils dilate.
“You didn’t answer. Do you like thinking I’m your Daddy, and you’re my little girl?”
Her lashes flutter as my cock weeps in pain. I have no idea why this girl is upending me, but there’s no denying the hold she has on me already.
“I’m your little girl. Maybe I’m not really even eighteen…or at least I could pretend.”
That last part has my soul ripping in half, giving her part of me as a violent spasm nearly takes my legs out from under me.
As I lean down, my lips against hers, I know I’m losing myself already. Crazed thoughts careen around in my head.
“It’s okay. No one has to know. Daddy will keep our secret.” I take her lips, easing my tongue into the warmth of her mouth as I work my middle finger against her tight slit. “So small and innocent.”
I hate myself for how rough I was with her earlier, but from the way her body responded, she didn’t feel the same way.
Pink deepens on her cheeks as I release her chin, running my hand under the water to roll her nipple between my fingers as her head falls back, her fluttering eyes still on mine. Whatever the strip club used to dye her hair, it’s already seeping into the water where her pigtails are submerged, so it’s not going to take much to wash out.
“It aches, Daddy.”
“You want me to make it all better?” The heady play between us is making me feral.
Her hands lift from the sides of the tub, sinking into the water with a sloshing sound, both of them meeting the back of my hand as it works her soft warmth down low.
“Pretty please, make it better.”
“Ask Daddy to kiss it. That’s the best way to make everything better.”
Her throat shifts as she swallows, and I wonder if it’s too much. If the warm bath has the alcohol wearing off, and she’s waking up to the realization that a perverted stranger wants to be her daddy.
The bubbles pop, pop, pop as I draw my hand from hers, her tits bobbing at the surface of the water.
She shrinks shyly away from me, but she lit this fuse, and she’s going to see it through.
“Ask, or you’re going to get a hard spanking instead of the kisses you want.” The sternness returns as I reach up and brush my hands down the front of my shirt. “Daddy is going to kiss you whenever and however he wants, whether you want me to or not. Don’t forget that. You’re mine to do with as I please. Now, stand up.”