Why does that feel so good? He’s barely touching me, yet I’m on fire.
“You’re so messy, kitten.” There’s a deep rasp in his voice. “Daddy’s going to clean you up, okay?”
I’m breathing so fast and hard I think I might pass out. “Okay, Daddy,” I say, anchoring myself to his forearms as he holds me in place.
In moments, the tip of his tongue finds my clit and circles with pressure before he nibbles and sucks.
Oh damn!
My hips instinctively grind up against his face like I’m a weightless, little fiend, with no regard for the man holding and servicing me.
“That’s right, kitten. You like it when Daddy eats you up.” There’s a growl in his voice as he talks, his gaze barely lifting as his hands squeeze my thighs and he goes back to licking.
I’m going to die. Right here, right now.
My thighs widen then close instinctively, squeezing his face as I weave my fingers through his hair. “Right there, Daddy!”
I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop squirming. The need to feel friction between my thighs is overwhelming. I stare up at the ceiling and moan as pressure builds deep in my stomach.
“Good girl,” Reed groans, licking and sucking in circles. “Come on Daddy’s face.”
“Oh God!” I bounce on his forearms and grind against his face, my thighs flapping and squeezing his head, until all at once, an electric fog rolls over me, clouding my reasoning, shutting out the world.
It starts at the base of my neck, spilling down my spine, before blooming in my groin like the sweetest release I’ve ever felt in my life.
Reed’s warm mouth stays locked over my clit, his tongue lapping at my juices as I shake and moan. I’ve lost control of my body, my muscles reflexively spasming, sensitive to even the slightest touch.
His tongue lays flat and drags over my clit one last time before he slides up the slit of my pussy with the tip. “Fuck, baby, you taste so damn good.”
For a moment, he holds me suspended there, breathing me in like he’s memorizing my scent, my touch, the weight of my body in his arms.
It’s not until we hear a knock at the door that he lowers me down to the ground again. “Ignore it,” he says, leaning into my lips for a warm kiss, the scent of my pleasure on his beard and his breath.
The room is warmer down here against his chest, and I’m getting quite comfortable when there’s another knock at the door. It’s odd considering Reed’s cabin is up here in the middle of nowhere. Whoever is on the other side of the wall clearly has a reason to be here, though I don’t care enough to stop what I’m doing.
Sure, he’s satisfied me, but my thighs are still aching for more. I need his cock. His touch. I need to hear the sounds he makes as he empties inside of me.
So, I do as I’m told and ignore the banging in favor of unzipping his jeans to finally see the bulge behind the denim. I’m nearly inside his boxers when I hear the sound of my father’s voice on the other side of the door, and just like that, the reality of what I’ve done slaps me in the face.
Chapter Six
Reed
One of my closest friends is pounding on the door and demanding I open it like he knows I’m inside with his daughter pinned up against the cabin wall, cock hard, her creamy juices all over my face.
I don’t want to answer it. I want to bury myself between her thighs until I’ve made her come forty times over and she’s too tired to resist what happens next. Then, I want to toss her on the dining room table and fill her tight, little, virgin pussy to the fucking brim, all while she screams out for Daddy.
My cock thumps against my zipper as I lean down and drag my tongue over the top of her hard nipples. “Go take a shower. Daddy’ll be back in a second.”
There’s a twinkle in her eye when I refer to myself as Daddy, and it’s then that I realize how deep I’m in. I don’t want her for the night. I want her for good. I want her every fucking day for the rest of eternity.
How the hell do I tell her that? How do I tell Pete that? How do I not feel like a fucking pervert for the rest of my life? She’s over twenty years younger than me. I’ve seen her through dozens of life events. I’ve been her rock, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only person she’s ever really trusted.
I should know better.
“I need to talk to him. He’s here for me. We both know it.”
“He can’t have you right now, kitten.” I nod toward the bathroom down the hall. “Daddy hasn’t had a chance to finish cleaning you yet. Do as I ask.”
