Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“My gorgeous girl,” he says, as he strokes my cheek.
I take a few seconds, smiling at him, both of us caught in the glow.
I don’t want it to end yet.
I wrap my arms around him, pressing my bare tits to his shirt and tie as I snuggle into his neck like he’s my world. He strokes my back like he’s soothing me, his cock still inside me, and it’s fucked up, but it’s gorgeous.
“Time to get you some dinner, I think,” he says after a few minutes, but I don’t want dinner. I want more fun with him, more filth with him, more praise from him.
Yet again, I have to remind myself… this is about him, User 762, not about me. The thought is a flood of reality that stabs.
I pull away with a meek smile.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
I rise from him and follow him over to the breakfast bar, my blouse still open as I take my seat.
“I’ll make you your favourite, since you’ve been a good girl.” He smiles. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please,” I say and wonder what my favourite is.
He heads over to the big fridge and brings out an oven dish, filled with something.
“Chicken casserole. I prepared it earlier, hoping you would behave well.”
“Yummy,” I say, and my word choice seems to please him.
There is so much I want to ask Daddy as the casserole cooks in the oven, but he keeps in character. I make up imaginary tales about my school day, and he keeps up the pretence, giving me fatherly advice about staying out of trouble. My adlib wants to fuck off and ask him who he really is outside of his fantasies. Who is User 762? What does he do? What does he like outside of schoolgirl play?
But it’s none of my damn business.
We eat chicken casserole at the table together, and it’s delicious, suited to the rest of him. He pours red wine for himself and juice for me.
“Thank you so much for making my favourite,” I tell him, “it tastes so good.”
He raises his glass to me. “Thank you, sweetheart. You deserve it for serving Daddy’s cock so well.”
Absurd, I know, but I’m blushing like crazy.
He brings me a chocolate mousse for dessert and watches me eat it with a sparkle in his eyes.
“It’s almost bath time,” he says.
His eyes are on mine, watching for my reaction, but I don’t have to act. He must see the lust there.
“Bath time is my favourite time of all,” I tell him, “I love it when you wash me.”
I don’t have to wait long. He’s already rising from his seat as I lick the last of the chocolate mousse from my spoon.
Fuck, how my pussy is fluttering as I walk up those stairs behind him.
The bathroom is big and bright, and the tub itself is big enough for four people.
He pulls up a stool while the bath is running and I stand before him as he slowly undresses me, casting my clothes aside until I’m naked.
His eyes rove over me and my nipples are hard all over again.
“Such a beautiful girl,” he says, gently tracing his fingers over my tits, my nipples, down over my hips. “I’m truly blessed.”
My smile is genuine. I feel weirdly proud.
I gasp when he slides a finger between my legs and rubs it into my pussy lips, so wet with juices and cum.
“I love you, Daddy,” I tell him, the words coming naturally.
He looks me in the eye, wipes his wet finger over my nipple. “And I love you, sweetheart.”
He finishes seeing to the bath water, turns off the taps and picks up a sponge.
“In you get,” he says.
With one hand on his shoulder, I step into the bath and settle down onto my knees. The tub is so huge, I feel really small as Daddy takes out my pigtails and shampoos and conditions my hair. He squirts bodywash onto the sponge and soaps my shoulders and down my arms, but I can’t hold back. I’m arching my back in the water when he finally soaps my tits, offering them up to him in pure, filthy desire – and under the facade he must be as needy as I am.
The game play tumbles and falls into nothing but raw lust.
Daddy loses his composure, dropping himself forward into the bath with me – fuck his tie and shirt getting soaked. His mouth is on my tits, sucking, and we’re a tangle, getting in position. I twist myself so my legs are over the edge of the bath, spreading my thighs as wide as they’ll go, and my daddy gets me off all over again, rubbing my clit until I’m a moaning slut, desperate for play.
“Oh, Daddy, I need you inside me again, please! Please!”
I’m not lying. I do.
“Get out of the bath,” he says, and hauls me out of there, dropping me onto my feet.