Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Change your mind,” she hissed. “Change your mind, Daddy, and touch me right now.”
I stared into her eyes and she moved back, her mouth setting in a thin line and she grabbed my hand. This time, she was the one to force me, and she touched my hand to her left breast. Her nipple fit into the hole between my thumb and index finger like it was made for it, and I cursed out loud when I felt the puckered, tight skin.
“See, it’s not so hard,” she said in a husky voice. “It’s not so hard, Daddy… Now slide your hand down…”
She made me do it.
Dragging my hand down, between those small tits, over her tight stomach, over her panties. My fingers were getting wet. She made me cup her cunt, over the panties. She held me in place for what felt like ages, moaning for me while my breaths got more and more ragged. And then I felt her wetness leak onto the palm of my hand.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her ear, and she looked up at me, those eyes so innocent, so needy. “Take them off, Kendall.”
She grabbed me by the wrists and forced her own panties off with my hands. She made me cup her ass when she wiggled out of them, my fingers digging into her skin. Her tight little bubble butt bounced in my hands as her panties ended up on the floor. I didn’t risk looking down, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her any longer if I looked at her juicy snatch.
“Won’t you look, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I exhaled slowly. “Look at me…”
I closed my eyes tightly as she pushed me back, off of her. I looked at her again, staggering back, trying to regain my balance.
She was naked, completely fucking naked, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful. That impossibly tight, young little body. Perky, tiny tits with nipples the color of soft pink roses, just like her sweet, innocent mouth. I looked down. I had to look down. I couldn’t help myself.
Her pussy was shaved.
Bare.
She reached between her legs, her other hand going up, a finger hooking in her mouth, licking, the other hand opening her pussy for me. She showed me her fucking virgin cunt, like she was playing with the petals of a flower.
“Look,” she mewled. “Do you like it, Daddy?”
Her fingers spread that pussy wider. I saw her clit, glistening with so much need my mind stopped working. Alarms went off inside my head, blaring, trying to wake me up from the fucking haze. I didn’t give a shit, about any of it. I was fucking thankful in the back of my mind, fucking painfully thankful she’d done this now that she was eighteen, because if she hadn’t waited, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.
“Do you like my body?” she asked needily, sucking on her finger between the words. She turned around, bent over. Fingertips to her toes, her ass up, her legs straight, her perfect snatch peeking at me, wetness dripping down those thighs. “Do you like my pussy, Daddy? I started shaving a few months ago… I like it better bare. I like seeing it get wet that way…”
I took a step back. Fucking delirious. Losing my goddamn mind. The little slut. The little fucking bitch.
“Don’t you want to feel?” she whined, turning back to me, dropping to her knees, crawling while I stumbled back, dropping to the bed. “Don’t you want to touch my pretty little pussy, Daddy, don’t you want to feel how tight I am for you?”
She put her hands on my knees and raised herself up, her mouth gasping for mine.
“You sound like a fucking porn star, you little slut,” I growled at her. “Who fucking taught you to talk like that?”
“Amanda,” she smiled softly.
I should have known it. That sister of hers was leagues ahead of Kendall.
“But you like it,” she went on. “You like my dirty mouth…”
She licked my lips, her tiny pink tongue darting between her lips and tasting me. Every time she got a taste she fucking giggled.
“Kendall,” I grunted, trying to make sense of the situation. I should never have walked in there. I should’ve torn that damn letter up. A fucking trap is what it was. “Kendall, baby girl, put your clothes back on.”
“No,” she hissed. “No, I won’t.”
“Kendall,” I repeated with a firmer voice. “I’ll make you.”
She reached for my hand. Wrapped it around her own throat. Her eyes blazed as she stared at me.
“Make me,” she begged. “Make me do anything you want, Daddy. You know I will.”
My fingers tightened around her swan neck. My mind was whirring, my head throbbing, and so was my cock. It had gone too far already. Too fucking far. She was naked on her knees, I was practically tearing a hole through my damn boxers I was so hard.