Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Your penis is so hard, Daddy,” she whispers, lifting her head. “What were you doing before I came in here?”
“Nothing,” I rasp. “Trying to sleep.”
We both glance over at my phone. It lies unlocked on the bedspread, open to the picture of her in the polka dot dress. When she drags her attention back to my face, her eyelids are at half-mast. “Do you…” Her face flushes. “…like that picture of me?”
My dick surges thicker between her legs.
Over the game we’re playing.
The way she shifts her pussy a fraction of an inch. A forbidden move.
And she feels it, her lips popping open on a gasp.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice down to the lowest octave. “Of course, I like the picture.”
“Wh-why?”
My hands move of their own accord, my rows of knuckles brushing up and down the outsides of her thighs, turned on further by the way they flex and spasm involuntarily. “Because you’re happy in it. You’re smiling.”
Briefly, her gaze flits to my mouth. “Is that the only reason?”
I’m breathing hard now. Like I’ve run a mile. Oh God, what is this?
“I like the dress,” I say, so low, I’m not sure she’ll hear me.
She does. “Why do you like the dress?”
“Shea,” I say, in an attempt at a warning tone. “That’s enough.”
Slowly, deliberately, she settles her lips against mine. “Is it my boobs, Daddy?”
I swallow audibly. Close my eyes.
That’s seems to satisfy her curiosity. She shifts her cunt a fraction of a centimeter, and Jesus, I almost ejaculate. So close. Too close. “I won’t be able to sleep in this bra,” she whispers. “Could you unsnap it for me?”
“Angel, no.”
“Don’t you want me comfortable?” she whines softly, nuzzling my nose.
Fuck. I’m on fire. My skin is hotter than a brand. I’m dying to roll Shea onto her back and ride her young pussy like I’m possessed, but she grows more and more pliant the longer we carry on like this, because of this very specific foreplay. I enjoy driving her higher. Seeing how high she can get for me. “Fine,” I mutter, unsnapping her bra and pulling it down her arms. She must lift up to fully remove the undergarment, and I can’t help it, I leer at her hot, perky tits in the dark, knowing she can feel the speeding pulse in my cock.
“They’re too big,” she pouts, massaging them in her hands.
“They’re perfect,” I say, hoarse. Gripped by hunger so fierce, it should scare her.
She looks at me from beneath her lashes. “You really think so?”
“Fuck yeah.”
She still looks dubious, so I bounce her up and down on my lap until her giggle fills the room, even though her lacy, wet sex smacking down on me is pure torture. Even though her jiggling tits sink me into even more sexual frustration.
We’re both breathing hard by the time I stop.
She stares down at me. I stare back up at her.
“I always wonder what it would be like to have someone touch them,” she says, softly, lifting her hands, circling her peaked nipples with her middle fingers.
Sick with need, I reach for them, but she tumbles onto her side before I can fill my palms, laughing playfully as she lands on her back beside me on the mattress. A horny siren in nothing but panties and a big smile. Son of a bitch, she is a thing of beauty. I don’t deserve such perfection, but my body compels me to take. Compels me beyond any warnings or common sense or rules.
I roll on top of her so fast, she squeaks, her eyes flying wide.
“It keeps getting harder, Daddy.”
I lean down and speak against her ear. “You’re making me hard, little girl.”
Her nervous gasp shouldn’t make me need to fuck so bad. God help me, it does.
I’ve lost my grip on control as I come up on my knees, lean forward above her and plant my left hand among the pillows. In my right hand, I fist my cock, letting her see it. Letting her watch me stroke it roughly while looking directly at her tits. “Push them together around my dick,” I say, guiding my shaft to that soft valley, caging her in with my planted knees when she tries to flee.
I spit into her gasping mouth. Then again on the trunk of my cock, lubing myself up.
“Do it, you little tease.”
thirteen
Shea
Oh, my goodness!
When Jason spits into my mouth, I hear a crackling in my ears. Like a fire is burning to life to match the one in my tummy. This one is coming to life in my psyche, though. The part of me that lays on my back right now for a man old enough to be my father, ready to follow him into hell if just soothes the nasty ache between my thighs. The one I’ve had for three days. I’ve been in a famine without him.