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It’s so quiet, the only sound is the slight rustle of bed sheets as I move my hand. Her mound is silky smooth under the pads of my fingers as they slowly inch their way into her panties, down to the even smoother petals of her young pussy. Cara lies completely still as I slide a finger between her outer lips. Gently I move my digit up and down, from her hidden clit to her sweet hole. Up and down as the scent of her skin fills my nostrils and my breathing grows heavy. A rush of heat spreads from my neck and down my back when wetness starts seeping out of her opening. She swallows a moan while her chest rises temptingly. I bring wetness up to her clit, circling it. Her stomach contracts and her legs tense up.
‘Sssh…’
She relaxes again, and I grab the sides of her panties and carefully pull them down. It’s not easy – Cara doesn’t lift her hips to help, completely in the role of the sleeping beauty. Struggling only makes the whole thing hotter. By the time the panties are around her ankles, my cockhead is poking up over the waistband of my boxers. I free the eager pole and squeeze it while I try to get control of myself. I want to draw out this game, it’s such a fucking turn-on, but my cock is so hard, I don’t think I can.
She is stock-still when I slowly move one thigh to the side. I slide one of my legs between hers, then move her other thigh to the side, so I can fit both legs in between hers. Her nipples graze my chest through her nightie as I lean over her, resting my torso against hers. Her pulse is throbbing under my lips as I kiss the crook of her neck. Goosebumps spread on her skin and her nipples stiffen. Gently, I rub my cock up and down her wet slit.
‘Daddy is going to fuck his sleeping girl, with her mummy only down the hallway,’ I murmur, want heavy in my voice. Cara can’t supress a tremor rushing through her body.
In the faint light from the open door, her face looks like an angel’s. How could I have been blind to her beauty? My gaze travels lower as I lift her nightie up over her young breasts. The lush mounds and their pink peaks defy gravity. Yeah, her face might be that of an angel’s but her body is made for filthy deeds, and her mind is just as dirty as mine, as her whole body shudders when I whisper, ‘Daddy needs to fuck his girl.’
My hips are still grinding against her wet core as I lean down and touch her nipple with the tip of my tongue. It hardens even more. I want to suck it and bite it, hear her scream. But not tonight. My breath brushes over the wet tip as I pull my hips back and position my cock at her opening. Cara whimpers.
‘Sssh, baby girl, go back to sleep. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.’
I push forward, slowly. Wet heat surrounds my cockhead.Fuck!My buttocks are squeezed tight in the effort of controlling my movements as I cover my length with inch after inch of her soft flesh.
I grunt against Cara’s neck. ‘You’re all asleep and you make Daddy feel so good. So good.’ I gently pull out and push back in, unhurriedly, yet close to panting. ‘You’re such a good girl, letting me fuck your tight pussy in the middle of the night.’
Her fingers are white where she grips the pillow, as I glide in and out, in and out, torturously slow. Her breath puffs out every time I’m in to the hilt.
I continue talking, knowing how it turns her on. ‘Daddy woke up in the night and needed his girl. He knew her mum wouldn’t do, only his girl could help with his aching cock.’
Cara bites her lip but can’t hold back a whimper. She’s not the only one affected – my tempo has increased. I’m rock hard and my balls have already drawn up tight to my body. My words come out ragged as I whisper the taboo story in the quiet room. ‘Daddy snuck into her little girl’s bed. He slid her panties down her legs and pushed his cock into her tight pussy.’ I try to gentle my thrusts, but it’s gone too far. ‘Fucked her while she was sleeping.Shit!’ I grit my teeth as my abs flex. ‘He fucked his sleeping girl… until he came deep in her snug… forbidden… young pussy…’
Cara can’t hold in her moans, so I place my hand over her mouth. ‘You need to be quiet when Daddy fucks you – you can’t wake Mummy.’
That does it. Her insides flutter around my cock and then clamp down. Her hips tilt in a move that I know she couldn’t stop no matter how much she tried. She screams behind my hand.
‘That’s my girl,’ I grunt, unable to hold back. ‘Fuck…’
Her bed rocks as my hips piston my meat in and out of her convulsing pussy. My balls seize up, boiling. They shoot my cum up my shaft. I grab Cara’s hips in a bruising grip as I erupt inside her spasming cunt. I choke my roar against her neck, pull out halfway and push back in, as deep as I can go, and shoot my second load.
And then my third.
It takes me a good while before I regain control of my breathing. My whole weight is pressing Cara’s shaking body into the mattress. I chuckle quietly, knowing her pussy is pumped full of my seed.
Her skin is soft against my lips as I place open mouth kisses against her shoulder and whisper, ‘Sssh baby girl, go back to sleep.’ Eventually Cara goes lax underneath me. I pull out as carefully as I first entered her. I get up on my knees, find her panties and slide them up her legs. Then I pull down her nightie.
Before I leave the room, I whisper in her ear, ‘Tomorrow, my girl will wake up with wetness between her legs, her young pussy will be sore, and my girl will blush, thinking about that naughty dream she had about her daddy last night.’
6
Chapter 6
Every click-clack of heels against the old flag stone tiles feels like ants crawling on my skin, but it still can’t take the smirk off my face. Not even the skin-tight fake leather pants or lace-up top that are clearly not for my benefit. The evidence of Valerie’s hangover is masterfully hidden under layers of make-up. It’s just after ten in the morning and she’s all prepped for her usual cocktail version of a Sunday carvery.
‘Heading out again, Valerie? Can’t stay at home for even a day?’
‘I’d stay home if this house wasn’t in such an embarrassing state. I can’t even have friends over!’ She lifts her chin and flicks her shiny hair over her shoulder. ‘If you could only knock down some walls and put up a conservatory, I’d be home having parties all the time, Kyle.’
A conservatory isn’t a bad idea – I’ve been told they don’t need much planning permission as they don’t interfere with the structure of the house. But having Valerie’s friends over constantly for parties? No chance. I snort. ‘Knowing you, you’d also pack the whole conservatory full of cactuses.’
‘It would look lovely.’ She gazes down at the still living cactus on the kitchen island with more warmth than she’s ever looked at me.
I chuckle to myself, maybe cactuses would look nice in the conservatory, surely better than in the Tudor style reception room, but I’ve seen enough to last me a lifetime.
‘Why the fuck do you look so happy, Kyle?’ My wife’s gaze hardens as she eyes me suspiciously.
