Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
All my concerns about making the wrong roleplay choice fade to nothing when Daddy smiles at me with pure radiance.
I’m full of beautiful jitters as he walks around the breakfast bar to stand before me, so tall. He tips my face up, and runs his thumb across my lips.
“You’re home now,” he says again. “Let Daddy make you feel safe again.”
It’s instinct that has me opening my mouth for him to push his thumb inside. I suck him so gently, moaning softly as I take comfort. A pacifier.
“That’s it,” he tells me. “Relax for your daddy. Good girl.”
I close my eyes, focusing on nothing else but the way his big thumb feels against my tongue as I suck. I don’t bob my head, just suckle, my nipples hardening under my blouse. Fuck, how I want him.
He uses his other hand to pull my tie loose, and I don’t help him. I’m just his little girl right now, sucking in comfort. He’s an expert with the buttons on my blouse, slipping them open one by one until my lacy white bra is uncovered. I sit on my hands, still sucking on his thumb as he teases my tits through the fabric.
“You’re feeling horny, aren’t you?” he says. “I see those perky nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper around his thumb.
“I’m so pleased those stupid boys didn’t get a sight of your beautiful tits. They are all for me.”
I gasp as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and uses both of his hands to squeeze my tits. He rubs his thumbs across my nipples, and I’m already so horny that my breaths are hitching. I want my daddy to touch me so bad it hurts.
I open my legs on the stool, inviting him.
“I’m really wet, Daddy,” I tell him. “You make it feel so nice. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Let me see.” His hands ease my knees further apart, and he raises my plaid skirt until he can see my sopping white panties. My thighs are clammy. Slick for his touch. He smiles as he runs his fingers towards my pussy. “You’re soaking, sweetheart. Soaking wet for your daddy. That’s my girl.”
I arch my back as he presses against my clit, lost to the sensation. I want his cock, and I want it now. His little girl is so horny, she’s panting.
“Please, Daddy. Please. I so wanted Stuart and Neil inside me, making me their slut, and I nearly broke and gave in.”
“Oh you did, did you?” He brushes my clit some more.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I need you to take those bad thoughts away.”
“Then tell me what you want, Holly. Be a good girl and say it.”
I look him right in the eyes.
“I want your cock inside me, Daddy. I want you to make me squeal the way Stuart said he would. His cock wasn’t big at all. But you fill me up, Daddy. I know how big you are. I know you can make me squeal.” I move my hands from underneath me now, both of them roving tentatively up his tie. “Please, Daddy. I’ve been so good.”
“Yes, sweetheart, you have.”
I’m speechless when he hoists me from the breakfast stool, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist. He takes my seat, dropping me onto his lap with a thump, and it’s a scramble as both of us go for his belt, both of us frantic to get his cock free.
What a welcome sight when it appears. His gorgeous solid rod, with the veins I’m coming to know so well, popping as they throb.
I don’t bother struggling with my panties, just tug them to the side and lower myself onto my daddy’s hard dick, moaning as I sink all the way down.
This is no pretending, my lust is all for real.
He helps me bounce, gripping my ass cheeks as I ride to a trot, up and down, up and down, up and down. This is off script, nothing but feral want as I use his suited shoulders for leverage.
Yes. Holly needs her amazing daddy.
I kiss him deep, showing him how much I’ve missed him. How much I respect him. How much this filthy play means to a dirty princess like me.
He kisses me back like I’m his world. His precious prodigy in a college uniform. The apple of his eye.
“Daddy,” I moan as I pick up speed. “Oh, Daddy, you’re going to make me come. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”
“Take what you need, sweetheart. Take it all.”
He grips my hips and pumps into me so fast it makes my tits bounce and my clit scream.
“Oh, Daddy. Ohhhhhh…”
“Squeal for me, dirty girl,” he says and that’s not a fucking problem.
I can see the strain etched on his face as he holds back his own climax until I’m over the edge first. I’m panting, and whimpering, gripping his shoulders and practically screaming as he pistons into me and my clit fucking explodes.