Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Her hands slid up my bare chest, over my shoulders, and gripped me like she needed something to hold on to. Like she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.
I broke the kiss, my breathing rough, my forehead pressed against hers. “We can’t do this, sweetheart. I’m your father.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care about that. I just want my daddy to fuck me and ease this ache deep inside.”
“We can’t cross this line, Phia.”
“We already have, Daddy.”
Fuck. She was right. And I wasn’t stopping. I should. God help me, but I should fucking stop this right now. But the way she was looking at me with those big, dark eyes that were exactly like mine—full of need and something soft and dangerous all at once.
I ran my thumb over her kiss-swollen bottom lip, breathing hard. “You don’t know what you’re doing, baby.”
She shivered at the endearment. “I know what I’m doing. We both know what we’re doing, and we aren’t turning back or saying no.”
I groaned. “Nah, sweetheart. We aren’t turning back.” The last thread of my restraint snapped. I stood with her in my arms and let her slowly slide down the length of my body.
She was so damn soft, so small against me, and it made something primal and territorial inside of me snarl with possession.
She shouldn’t desire me. But she did. And I was too far gone to pretend anymore.
I dragged my lips along her jaw, her skin hot beneath my mouth, my teeth scraping lightly over her full lips. Phia tilted her head, offering me more, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.
I could smell how needy she was and knew how wet her little cunt was. And it was all for me.
“Tell me to stop,” I muttered against her skin, a last ditch effort to be the good guy here, to do the right and moral thing in this situation.
She exhaled sharply. “I won’t, Daddy.”
I groaned, bending so my hands were sliding up her thighs, my fingers feeling her warm, bare skin. My entire body shook with the effort to hold back. “Jesus Christ, Phia. You’re so good. So perfect and pretty.”
She squirmed against me, her hands on my shoulders, nails digging in. “Please, Daddy. Give me what we both need.” She begged, pleaded, and fuck, I couldn’t deny my little girl anything.
My mouth crushed against hers again, my hands gripping her hips. I growled, my fingers digging into her soft, bare thighs once more, her sleepy shorts having ridden up and bunched by her little pussy. My self-control hung by a fucking thread.
And when she whispered “Daddy”. It was so full of need and reckless desire… that I gave in.
I let the forbidden monster inside me finally free, and I knew I was going to fuck my daughter.
CHAPTER 4
PHIA
God, this was finally happening. I was finally getting what I wanted, and that was being my daddy’s in all ways.
A low growl spilled from him, and he pressed all his masculine inches against me, and for the first time, I felt how hard and enormous he was, his cock thick and throbbing for me.
I shivered, my breasts so sensitive and heavy, my nipples tight and tingling.
“The nasty, vile things I want to do to you, Phia, make me feel like a pervert.”
Another moan slipped from me, and he groaned in response.
“Fuck, you like hearing what a dirty bastard I want to be with you?”
I couldn’t answer and just hyperventilated as I envisioned my father spanking my ass and pussy, and pulling and tweaking my nipples hard enough it hurt.
“Tell me, little girl.”
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back slightly, unable to hold it up because I felt weak and lightheaded.
He dragged his tongue along my ear again, “It’s so wrong to want you, but here I am about to shove my big, fat cock into your tiny, little cunt.” He bit my lower lip and groaned then swiped his tongue over the slight sting he caused.
I was so wet, my pussy lips drenched, my sleep shorts dampening because I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Before I could catch my bearings, Daddy spun around and bent me over the kitchen table. One of his big hands quickly wrapped around my waist and hooked in the waistband of my shorts then slid them down my thighs. He placed his other hand on the center of my back, keeping me still as he kicked open my legs with his foot between mine.
“You’re so beautiful. The pretties thing I’ve ever fucking seen, sweetheart.”
I closed my eyes and breathed through my chaotic feelings and emotions. Common sense screamed in my head that this was my father. He raised me after my mother–a one-night stand he had with a former colleague–up and left after I was born, unable to care for me or just not wanting to.