A preview of the Daddy/daughter story #3:
"Sit with me." My father grabbed my wrist as I tried to pull away, pulling me back down. "I missed you, baby. I'm glad you're home." My father pecked me on the lips, like always, but this time mine locked against his.
Before I knew it, I was straddling him, pushing his shoulders back into his mattress as my teeth clamped his bottom lip. He grunted, but only from surprise. He didn't return the kiss, but he certainly didn't pull from it. When I rose, still straddling him, my face flushed again, but my father's hands were on my hips, refusing to let me off of him.
"Baby," he growled, his hand trailing to where my wetness had soaked through my jeans. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"
"I need you," I moaned, grinding myself over his bulge. I leaned down to press my lips to his ear as I whispered, "I need my daddy." |