Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Yes.” She breathes. “I need to—”
“And what if I say no?” I tease. She stops rubbing herself. “Good girl. You know what to do.”
“Please let me come, Daddy,” she begs. I move my fingers slowly, relishing the velvety softness of her cunt. She’s so fucking wet, her juices are practically dripping down my hand.
It gives me an idea.
“You can come, baby girl,” I say, “if you can take Daddy’s finger in your ass.”
Tatum gasps. “But…Daddy…”
I slide one pair of fingers out of her pussy and quickly replace them with fingers from my other hand. She whines softly as I circle her puckered back entrance with my slickened fingers.
“Have you ever put a finger in your ass, baby? Or is Daddy gonna be the first to fuck this hole?”
“You’re the first.”
A sense of deep satisfaction surges through me. I put the slightest bit of pressure on her asshole, and her pussy clenches in response.
“Deep breath for me, baby girl… That’s it. Now, exhale…”
I ease my finger into her ass as she sighs. I’m barely halfway inside before she’s back to frantically rubbing her clit.
“Such a good little slut,” I rasp. “Taking Daddy’s fingers in both her holes.” I fuck her as she strokes herself, moaning and whimpering, pressing back as I push forward.
Harder. Faster…
“Please let me come, Daddy. I’m so fucking close.”
“You can come for me, baby.”
Tatum rocks back and forth, her whimpers stretching into moans. Her pussy and ass clench around my fingers. “Oh God, Daddy… Don’t…stop…”
Her whole body shudders as she comes, face pressed to the blanket, muffling her cries of pleasure.
“Good girl,” I say, as she continues to twitch in the aftermath of her climax. “Such a good fucking girl.” I had every intention of waiting until we got home to finish what we started here, but my cock feels like it’s about to snap in half.
Glancing around to make sure we’re still alone, I withdraw from her body and work my dick free of my pants. At the sound of my zipper coming down, she looks over her shoulder.
“I can’t wait another second, baby. Daddy’s gotta come. Right fucking now.”
I start jacking my cock. She rolls onto her side to get a better view of me working my dick, back and forth, faster…tighter…
“Can I watch you come, Daddy?” she asks.
“Sure you can, baby. But don’t you dare close those thighs. Let Daddy see your pussy.”
She slides her panties all the way off, keeping one knee in the air and her gaze on my cock. Playing with her pussy and ass catapulted me more than halfway to the finish line; I can already feel my balls tightening.
“You want to see Daddy make a big mess?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods, refusing to tear her gaze from my hand for a second. As for me, I can’t get enough of the naked excitement on her face.
“Daddy’s gonna come all over your pussy, and then you’re gonna ride home with my cum in your panties.”
“Mm, yes please, Daddy, come all over me.” She bites her knuckle.
The moment I feel my orgasm building, I aim my dick between her thighs. Pleasure, hot and relentless, floods my shaft. I groan.
“Fuck…baby.”
Tatum gasps as my cock erupts, coating her already dripping cunt with even more slickness. I work every last drop out of my balls and then fall back onto my haunches, spent. Sated. Head empty. For just a moment, I forget about the lies I’ve told her and the secret I carry.
For one blissful minute, all that matters is how much I love Tatum, and how much she trusts me.
But the moment is short lived. I sense a change the instant we walk into Nina’s apartment to return the picnic basket.
“Uh-huh,” Nina says into the phone, waggling her fingers at us in greeting. “Sure. Yeah, of course, Gene. Whatever you need.”
Gene Fitzroy. Tatum’s father.
My mouth goes dry.
“Is that my dad?” Tatum asks, her eyes brightening. Seeing her so excited absolutely wrecks me. She skips over to the sofa where Nina sits and plops down on the empty cushion. I move hesitantly into the living room. Tatum gazes at Nina with wide eyes, but Nina holds up a finger.
“Sure, okay, yeah. I didn’t expect… No, I am glad, Gene, I’m just… Sure. Okay. No, she’s… Yeah.” Tatum gestures for Nina to give her the phone, but Nina just shakes her head. “Okay Gene. We’ll see you then. Mm, bye.”
Nina hangs up.
“My dad didn’t want to talk to me?” Tatum asks. The hurt in her voice is a punch to the gut.
“Oh, he’s just busy sweetheart,” Nina says, patting Tatum’s cheek gently. “Actually, I have some news.”
“News?” I say.
Nina casts a small smile my way. “It turns out that Gene is coming home tomorrow.”
“Home?” Tatum’s gaze widens. “Tomorrow?”
“That’s right.”
Fuck.
Tatum squeals with delight and throws her arms around Nina, who pats her back. “That’s fantastic! What time can we pick him up?”