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)
“Do it.” I harden the command, trying to stay in the moment, prove to myself this is real and her hands dart to the red cord belt, loosening it then letting the fabric fall in a wet bunch around her feet. “Fuck,” I growl, her legs barely touching from thigh to ankles and she’s stunning, but I wonder if she’s kept this thin on purpose. To please the crowd.
The thought has angry fire building inside of me but that will have to wait. Right now, my little one needs me and I need her. “Shirt, panties, then come here…” I tap my thigh and sit up straight, watching her strip the last of her clothing, her body on full display, and she doesn’t hesitate as picks up each piece of her clothing, tossing them onto the rocks then walks ahead within my reach.
I take her slight hips in my hands, her flesh cool under my grip as I guide her down onto my thigh, her naked body shimmering in the sun as I run my hands up and down her back, shifting her into position.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, her small tits perfect, dark nipples drawn tight.
“Daddy’s going to give you a ride. Then, you’re going to give him something.”
Her eyes flicker as I hold her hips, slowly gliding her spread-open pussy on top of my thigh. She bites her lip as I bounce my leg beneath her, her upper body leaning closer, her puckered nipples bouncing so close to my lips I can already taste them.
“I’ve always wanted my Daddy to give me a horsey ride.” Her words flame the fire she’s lit inside me as I feel the heat from her wet cunt drench my thigh.
“No one’s ever given you one before?” I hold my breath. As much as my fantasy tells me she’s pure, reality could taint things, but she quickly shakes her head. Her wet hair dripping rivulets of glistening water onto her creamy skin.
“Never. No one’s ever given me…” My heart is about to ram through my chest wall as I wait for her to finish. “Anything. Not even a kiss. Not a real kiss, I mean. A grown-up kiss…”
“That’s why you danced for me, isn’t it? You knew you would dance and I’d lose control. That I’d want you.”
She nods as she starts to roll her hips, pressing her clit down on the hard muscle as I bounce her small body up and down.
“You were made for me. You were made for this. For pleasing me, for being my toy, my little girl. Who am I?”
I grind her down harder, her fingertips digging into my chest as her mouth falls open, eyes pinned to mine, and I wait, each second creating a memory until she finally answers.
“Daddy.”
“Not just Daddy, your Daddy. Only you,” I grit out, taking one hand and cupping her tit while she rides my thigh, seeking what I’m giving.
She tenses, arching, and I bring my mouth forward, her nipple dancing on my lips, drawing it into my mouth, feeling her start to melt. Her body moves, trying to find relief as I pull her to me, her thigh rubbing against my balls.
“Yes.” Her face twists, pain and pleasure mingling as her fingers dig in harder and I grind her cunt down, hot, as her liquid lust seeps from her perfect little pussy.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she huffs out. “I think so, I’ve never…” She throws her head back, her hands slipping around my shoulders as she humps my thigh, almost riding my hip, her body against mine as we move together.
“Never?”
“No.” She rocks back and forth, her warm breath at my ear. “I could never, I haven’t been able…we share tents and—” She stutters, her thoughts breaking apart. “I just couldn’t.”
“Shhhhh, little one. It’s okay. You were saving it for me. That’s a good girl.”
“Oh god.” She clings tighter, my leg bouncing faster as her body twists and pushes down. She’s found her rhythm, her hips gyrating in circles as she centers her weight on her clit.
“You’re soaking my me, little one. You like riding Daddy’s leg? It makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
She nods into my shoulder, her arms around the back of my neck as I grip the back of her hair with one hand and look at her face.
“Daddy’s going to give you a grown-up kiss now. You want to be a big girl for me, don’t you?”
“Ahhhh, yes,” she hisses, her eyes no more than slits now, but I see no fear in them, only desire. She needs this, like I do, and I think it’s as shocking to her as it is to me.
She moans as I take her mouth, our tongues finding each other in a manic race to what’s coming. Her body shifting and seeking, her leg giving my balls just enough friction, but who am I kidding? I could shoot off right now just from her fucking scent.