Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Behind me, the water boils over, and I hear it splash over onto the stove.
“Oh, Daddy, look out!” Mandy skips past me, perfect breasts bouncing, and turns off the burner, averting the minor kitchen disaster. She moves over to the opposite counter and bends over to grab a handful of paper towels, giving me a full view of her incredible ass in my gym shorts, and all I can think about is what it would be like to tug those down, spread her open, and slide my rock-hard cock inside while staring at my name tattooed right above that glorious view.
“Thank you, sweetie,” I say as she comes back to the stove and begins mopping up the mess. My own personal, topless kitchen maid. What more could I ask for?
“Of course, Daddy,” she replies with the cutest wink in the world.
I just can’t help myself as I watch her take the soaking towels over to the waste basket. I follow her over and lean in, pressing my lips against her neck, desperate for her scent in my lungs and her taste in my mouth.
She stops, closes her eyes, and pushes back against me as I kiss up to her earlobe and gently take it between my teeth, relishing in the sensation of her delicate skin—in just how soft it is and how soft the rest of her must be.
And all that does is force me to slide my hand up the flat warmth of her stomach until my fingers reach the base of her right breast. She gasps as I cup it and presses her ass back against my hard cock, barely contained behind the fabric of my sweatpants.
“You’re hard, Daddy,” she whispers.
She’s called me Daddy before, but hearing her say it now—while we’re doing this—just hits differently. There’s no hiding what’s happening between us now. No containing my desire for her, or hers for me.
This is dirty. This is wrong. And maybe that’s why I’m getting even more turned on by what we’re doing. I just can’t stop myself as she grinds back against me, moving her hips like one of those girls doing a TikTok video.
I grab her hips, feeling her womanly curves as she moves, then slip my fingertips down the hem of my gym shorts that she’s wearing. She tilts her hips for me, helping me as I pull them down, exposing the skin of her ass. And as if this wasn’t already driving me wild enough, the fire inside me reaches a whole new level when I see my Mandy is going commando beneath.
I can’t stop myself. I spank her hard on the right cheek, drawing a gasp from her perfect lips.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moans, looking back over her shoulder at me. “I thought you said this was wrong.”
“So is this,” I reply, spanking her hard on the other cheek, making sure she’ll have matching red handprints. “No panties, you bad little girl? These are my shorts, you know? What were you trying to do? Leave your sweet scent all over them?”
A devious flash comes across her eyes as she bites her lip at me. My balls draw up beneath my hard cock. I’m ready to explode already, and she hasn’t even touched me.
“You must think I’m a bad, bad little girl.”
With a quick movement, I spin her around to face me. My shorts drop to the floor, leaving her fully naked before me. “I’m sure of it, baby.”
Her sweet cheeks blush bright red as I drag my hand up the inside of her soft thighs to the crux where they meet while keeping my eyes fixed on hers. I’m burning for her already, but when I feel the smooth, completely waxed skin of her little teenage pussy, I go absolutely crazy.
“Do you like it?” she whispers. “I had it done the day before we flew home.”
She takes my hand and gently rubs it across her bare mound as she keeps her eyes focused on mine. It’s completely bare without a hint of hair.
“So soft,” I say, practically hypnotized by the sensation. I look down and see her tiny little slit, pink and glistening with wetness, enticing me, practically calling out for my hard cock.
She’s so willing, so ready. I wonder how long she’s been thinking about this too. How long those little outfits of hers were being used to plant thoughts in my mind—thoughts that I really should not have been having.
But right now, I really don’t care. Right now, I only care about what’s going on right now.
With a single motion, I lift my shirt off and toss it behind me. Mandy’s eyes move across my body, and she doesn’t even try to hide it.
“You’re in such good shape, Daddy.” She reaches out and traces the lines of my chest with two fingers. “Better than most lawyers, I bet.”