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)
I reach for him again, dripping wet, not giving a shit about the towel he wraps around me. I want him. All of him. My arms wrap around his neck, hair hanging loose and dripping as I kiss him.
His big hands take hold of my ass cheeks and he lifts me up into his arms and I’m still kissing him as he carries me across the landing. He drops me down onto a bed in a room off to the side, and joins me on the pretty pink bedding, both of us still soaked and past caring. And there, on clinging wet sheets, my daddy fucks me again. Harder this time. More feral.
So much for sleep tonight. It’s not going to happen.
I’m dribbling Daddy’s cum when he gets between my legs and I open for him. He looks so damn proud, so loving as he stares at me, as he strokes me gently from my tender clit to my needy asshole, over and over and Christ almighty, I’m so in the dirty daughter zone it’s unreal as he stares adoringly, stroking my clit, my pussy lips, my asshole. The tingles and sparks are off the scale, and I just know he’s going to fuck me senseless.
“I’m so fortunate,” he says, his finger circling my dirty hole, “so fortunate to have such a loving daughter.”
I want to tell him to fuck my ass, but no, I play my part. “I’m the fortunate one,” I tell him, “I’ve got the best daddy in the whole world.”
With a heartfelt sigh, he slides that one finger into my ass and I moan for him.
“You like that, little one?” he asks and I nod.
“It feels so nice when you do that. I like it a lot.”
“More?” he asks.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He pushes two fingers in and twists them deep.
“More, Daddy,” I tell him and he does. Three fingers and I whimper for him.
“Such a good girl,” he says and I whimper again when he finger-fucks my ass.
That’s enough to have him rising to his knees and pushing my legs back, his big cock hard once more. I’m desperate for it all over again, turned on like nothing I’ve known before.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I say.
He dips his head, drops a kiss on my clit, another on my pussy lips, and another on my asshole, and my God it takes everything not to jump up and ravish him.
“Please, Daddy. Please. I need you inside me.”
“I love you so, so much,” he says and sinks his cock into my sopping wet pussy.
“I love you so much, too, Daddy,” I tell him and he fucks me hard. Pins me and fucks me and doesn’t stop until he comes again.
And so it continues, we fuck on wet bedsheets for hours, through so many different flavours. From loving, gentle missionary, to rough doggy, to the filth of Daddy forcing his fingers into his naughty girl’s asshole.
I love every single second of it.
He’s holding me as the first hint of dawn lightens the room, and I’m smiling against his naked chest. I could be this version of Holly for ever.
He lets out a long sigh and strokes my hair.
“One last time before breakfast,” he says and my heart leaps and so does my pussy.
But no.
“Pigtails in, please,” he says and he’s dangling my two scrunchies before my eyes.
I obey, pigtails in, and I realise what he wants when pulls the covers back and nudges me down there, opening his legs.
“Suck Daddy’s cock like the good daughter you really are,” he says, “and I want my cum all over your sweet face.”
“Of course, Daddy.”
My pussy is disappointed, but still. I’m more than happy to suck his cock. Happy to see my daddy moaning and groaning every time I retch.
“Now, little one,” he says, “do it now!”
I pull away and jerk his cock fast, mouth wide, tongue out, and I take three spurts of cum across the face before the last spurts fill my mouth.
I lick him clean. I even scoop the cum from my face with my fingers and lick those clean, too.
“You’re the best daughter a man could ever hope for,” he says, stroking my hair.
“You’re amazing too, Daddy. You’re the best there could be,” I tell him and I mean it.
“I’m proud of you, Holly,” he says, “you’ve been such a good girl.”
I actually feel proud. How about that!?
“Time for breakfast,” he says, and my stomach lurches. I don’t want cereals. I want him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Daddy can’t be late for work and you can’t be late for school.”
Call in sick, I want to say. Call in sick and fuck me again for free. But I can’t. It’s against the rules.
“Shower first,” he says, but he doesn’t join me. He stands outside the shower, ready with a big towel, watching me as I soap myself up and rinse off. It could have been creepy, but it isn’t. I step out, squeaky clean and smiling, and loving it when he wraps me in the towel and pats me dry.