AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Addison seems to be reacting well to me ordering her around like this, anyway, and so she unbuttons her shorts and pulls them down in one swift movement.
A pure white diaper. So innocent and beautiful. Just like her.
Well, this is getting ridiculous. Her diaper, like everything else, is soaking wet. I want to get her out of it, but I don’t want her totally naked before I’ve even shed a single item of clothing.
‘Fair’s fair,’ I say, my voice coming out strange and gruffer than normal. I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it in the corner. It almost hits Eric, but not quite, thank goodness. He’s already curled up sleeping — the sound of the rain drumming on the roof must have calmed him.
‘And your pants, please Daddy,’ says Addison softly… and it’s too late. Her gaze has already wandered down there. She knows what’s about to be revealed to her.
‘Oh my goodness,’ she says. ‘You’re… it’s…’ She doesn’t have to finish speaking for me to know what she’s trying to say. I’ve heard it before, several times. I’mbig. Like, unusually big.
Which is all fine and dandy until I need to hide the damn thing. It’s like trying to hide a sniper rifle in a matchbox.
‘Diaper off,’ I say, my voice so gravely it’s almost a whisper.
She nods at me. ‘Yes Daddy.’ Her hands reach down, trembling, to her waist, and she undoes the diaper, letting it fall damply to the ground.
I pull down my shorts, wearing just my black briefs. My rod is sticking out at ninety degrees now — hell, the damn thing’s almost prodding her in the stomach.
‘Come here,’ I say, grabbing her butt and pulling her toward me. Fuck, her ass is tight.
She moans a little as I yank her closer. I lift her up, so she’s on tiptoes, and I push my cock downward, trying not to skewer her navel with it, but it ends up getting tucked between her legs, making her whimper with surprise.
‘Oh my…’ she moans. She can barely string a sentence together.
‘That cut on your mouth feeling okay?’ I ask her.
She nods. She’s shaking like a leaf.
I take her face gently in my palms, and then I lean down and bring my mouth to hers.
Instant electricity.
She whimpers again, her body stiff and resisting me for just a moment, and then I feel her turn to pure liquid in my arms. I press my lips firmly against hers, claiming her, making her mine, amazed at how soft that pretty pink mouth is. It’s such a relief to finally be touching it with my own lips. I’ve thought about it so many times up until now — watched her pouting with it, saying something sparky or brave or silly or cute — and every time, I’ve just wanted to push my mouth against it, stopping it in its tracks, showing it that its sole purpose in life is to please me.
Her arms snake their way around my naked back, her palms sliding over my wet skin. I take this as an invitation to move things further, so I force her lips apart with my probing tongue, pushing her wide open and then seeking out her soft little tongue and showing it who’s boss. Showing her I’m her Daddy.
Fuck. I can tell how she’s waiting on my every move right now, letting me take the lead, asking me to show her what to do. If I’m not mistaken, that means she’s never been kissed. At least not likethis.
My meat pushes, hard and insistent between her thighs. Holy fucking fuck. I can feel the moisture through my briefs — and I’m not sure it’s just from the rain.
I can’t help myself now, my hands slide down from her face, to her shoulders, and then I grip her waist tight in my arms as I suck and lick her with such an appetite I only just remember to breathe at the same time. I draw my tongue across hers, slowly and hungrily, exerting such pressure on her I can feel her legs trembling around my dick. I kiss her long and deep, so desperate to do so many things to her I barely know where to begin.
I move my tongue faster, flicking it back and forth across hers, tickling it, teasing it, beckoning it, teaching it to go wherever I go.
Come on, Addison, you little minx. Come with me, baby. This way, baby. Follow me. That’s a good girl. Follow Daddy.
I kiss her harder and harder, as though I’m sucking the damn life out of her, drinking up her verysoul. I’ve never experienced anything like it, an urge this strong. It’s so overwhelming, so all-encompassing, that I no longer feel in control of my own actions. This is pure, animal instinct. I’m a lynx, hunting down my prey, holding it down with my mouth, getting it right where I want it.
I’m so engrossed, in fact, that I only notice now, when her slim body startles at the crack of thunder, that we’re in the middle of a lightning storm.
Oh, hell no. I pry my mouth away from hers, leaving her open-mouthed and wide-eyed, staring up at me, gasping for air.
‘Finn?’ she asks. ‘Are you okay? What’s happening? What’s the matter, Daddy?’
‘Fuck.’ I walk over the the window, on the east side of the tower, the one that look away from the mountains, toward the densest area of trees.
Strong winds. Low humidity. It’s quite literally the perfect storm.
