Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I turn my face back up and nod. “Uh-huh. But that’s not the worst part.”
“What’s the worst part, baby? Be honest.” His hand moves to my hair, stroking, making me feel special and safe. Safe enough to tell the truth.
“It’s just… You know the parts down there? The ones I touch?”
“Your pussy. Your little clit. Your lips.”
I nod. “Yes, those… They… I don’t think they’re like other girls.”
I draw a deep breath as he pushes forward further, his body pressing into me, and his cock grinds into my stomach. It’s harder than I imagined, like that baseball bat I thought he might be growing, and I raise my hand, the forgotten microphone coming up with it.
I’ve noticed his cock before, but never like this, and usually he turns away, or when we’re at the dining room table, he’ll cover his lap with a napkin.
I don’t want him to do that. I want him to show me, and let me touch it, let me lick it, let me feel it everywhere.
“Not like other girls, huh?” he asks, the words echoing loud through the speakers, and I push my fingers against my lips to muffle the little whine that seeps from my throat. “Well, I think you need to let Daddy see, then he can tell you if there’s anything to worry about.”
“But… Mom would be angry,” I say, remembering how she told him to stop calling me baby, and how mad she gets when I get his drink or run to hug him when he gets home from work. “She’ll say I shouldn’t be bothering you with my problems. Especially, you know...” I shrug a shoulder to my ear, lowering my voice, “Girl stuff.”
“Your mother doesn’t need to know,” he says, that free hand still braced against the wall above me while his other hand hangs at his hip, fingers still curled with that coconut oil in there. “It will be our secret, baby girl.”
I nod, choking on the dryness in my throat. I’ve never shared this particular intimate insecurity with anyone. But this man has been my safe place since I was a little girl, and basically my father for the last six years. I have so many memories of him and my dad laughing and talking about work, and swearing and coming home serious and grouchy.
Until they both saw me.
Then they became my two huge, protective teddy bears. Always.
But this? My little… I mean, big sort of problem down there… How is this six-foot-seven wall of masculinity the one I’m about to show my oversized clit to for the first time?
“Show me. Now.” That stern hardness sharpens his words, and the look in his eyes, and I’m already beyond the point of no return. So I tug and pull at the elastic waistband of my yoga shorts until they are half down over my poochy belly, then wriggle my hips until they are down at my knees. Daddy steps back, not far, but enough to watch as I have to lean down to push the shorts the rest of the way, so that they’re around my ankles and I can step out of them.
“And the panties, baby. Then sit on this seat and spread your legs, so Daddy can check on what you have going on.”
Oh, God…
Another burst of warm liquid seeps into the cotton, making me shiver before I roll my panties down my hips, then drop them to my feet. His eyes don’t leave mine, and I dare not look away. It’s like being in the sights of an apex predator, and knowing that I’m dinner.
“All the way,” he says, his voice hitting that low register that turns things inside me into melted butter.
I kick the damp fabric off my feet and step to the nearest chair, lowering my bare bottom onto the smooth velvet, relieved my shaking legs no longer have to hold me upright.
I let the microphone rest between my breasts, hearing my breathing pulse through the speakers.
Reuben follows with one wide side-step, grabbing my underwear and tucking them into his pocket before centering his massive frame in front of me, nodding toward my knees. I force my muscles to follow the orders I’m sending from my brain for them to open, but it’s like everything is in slow motion.
“More, baby. Daddy needs to see what his little girl’s pussy looks like.”
I nod again and manage a little, “Yes, Daddy,” as the skin on my upper thighs slowly peels apart.
His gaze drops, and I hear a loud groan that morphs into a growl. He steps closer, and I try to close my legs, but he steps between them, forcing them apart as he drops to his knees.
His eyes flick back and forth as he stares.
Sweat prickles on my chest as I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth.