Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Socks tomorrow, sweetheart,” he instructed. “These toes are way too cold. We’ll warm them up in the shower.”
Standing, he tossed her clothing into the hamper along with his. She liked having her stuff co-mingling with his. It made her feel like she was supposed to be here.
“Into the shower, Little girl. Daddy will join you in a minute.”
Escorting her there, he held onto her waist as she stepped carefully into the water. “This feels great.” Cynthia sighed with enjoyment as she settled inside.
Dirk adjusted the flow once again before leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Save me a spot. I’ll join you soon.”
Cynthia extended her arms to each side, guesstimating how large of a space he could need. She covered her mouth as she yawned. The warmth felt so good it made her realize how tired she was.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned as he set his belt down on the cabinet with a click and stepped out of his polished dress shoes.
“I won’t!” she promised, settling close to the transparent wall to watch the show as he eased the zipper over his thick shaft that pressed against the material.
He pushed the material over his hips and stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs. In a few seconds, he tossed the rest of his clothing into the bin.
Staring at him in fascination, Cynthia watched him stroke his burgeoning erection. His fingers gripped himself tightly as he pulled his hand from root to tip. Her tiredness completely eradicated, she held a hand up to beckon him inside.
Dirk stalked forward. He set a small packet on the on the top railing of the shower enclosure before instructing, “Move forward, sweetheart.”
His hands guiding her forward, he settled in behind her. Pulling her back against him, Dirk kissed the side of her neck. She moaned as she tilted her head to the side, silently requesting more. He gently splashed warm water over her torso as he eased her more fully into the water so it cascaded over her. Grabbing the soap, he smoothed the bar over her skin before returning it to the dish. His hands washed her body, spreading the soft suds over her skin.
When he reached her nipples, she leaned back against him, arching her chest to offer herself to him. His fingers stroked over her soft curves, brushing the taut peaks until she squirmed against him, loving the feel of his hands kneading and stroking her. Fiery kisses landed on her sensitive neck.
She froze as he stroked one hand down the center of her body. Dirk continued to taste her neck as his fingers caressed her abdomen and threaded through her silken hair. She moaned slightly as he gently tugged the wispy strands.
“Daddy needs to shave this off. We’ll do that tomorrow when you’re not too sleepy.”
“I’m awake,” she assured him, wanting to please him.
“Tomorrow. No taking care of it yourself, Little girl. This is Daddy’s job.”
Cynthia nodded as his fingers delved into her pink folds. She spread her legs as far as she could to allow him access to her intimate spaces. Her Daddy caressed her torso with his other hand. Tantalizing her breasts with his fingertips, Dirk’s touch made her twist in front of him. She wanted to feel his touch everywhere. Arching back slightly, she thrust herself into his hand as Cynthia raised her arms to loop her hands around his neck.
“What do you need, sweetheart? Do you want my fingers inside you?”
She felt him trace the opening, hovering just outside. Cynthia waited for him to explore her, but Dirk’s hand remained short of where she wanted him the most.
“Use your words, Little girl. Daddy needs to know what you need,” he explained when she leaned sideways to look up at him. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
This time, when he repeated his question, Cynthia didn’t hesitate. “Yes!”
“Good girl,” he praised her and rewarded Cynthia by slowly gliding two fingers inside her pussy. He explored her, varying his touch from stroking in and out, to wandering, to scissoring his fingers inside her.
Quickly, he pushed her to the edge where an orgasm hovered close, but eluded her. She tried wiggling, but he spread his other hand over her lower abdomen, pinning her in place against his hard frame. Cynthia released her hands and lowered them, intending to stroke herself to the orgasm he didn’t allow her to find.
“No, Little girl. Now you’re being naughty.” He removed his fingers from inside her and captured hers easily. Pinning them with one hand against her stomach, her Daddy pressed his fingers back inside her.
“Daddy!” she protested.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I need… More!”
“More of what? Use your words so Daddy can understand you,” he probed, grinding the base of his fingers against her sensitive opening but avoiding where she needed them most.
“My clit! Touch my clit!” she announced loudly, feeling her face heat with embarrassment as her voice echoed against the hard surfaces of the beautiful shower stall.