Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I’m only glad Josh wasn’t enlisted as Scott on this proposal. I’d have hated to see Daddy turf him out like that.
“You look deep in thought, Holly,” Daddy says, and I give him my best sweet smile.
“I was just thinking how well you teach me to be a good girl,” I say, and it makes him smile back.
“I know it was a tough punishment, sweetheart, but you were a very, very good girl tonight, and you deserve a reward. I’m going to make you forget all about that idiot, Scott.”
“You mean you’re going to play those games with me? Those special games?” I ask, like an eager little slut.
“That’s right, Holly. I’ll play some games with you. Just so long as you eat up all of your casserole.”
I purposely gobble the rest of it down, so hungry for Daddy’s dick that I couldn’t give a shit how good the meal tastes or about the gravy dripping from my chin to his borrowed shirt. He laughs as he watches me.
“You’re so lovely when you’re being a good girl, Holly.”
I give him a sweet smile. “Thanks, Dad.”
And then the pleasure time begins.
When he stands up from his seat, my mouth gapes. Daddy’s cock is poking from his trousers and it’s hard as fuck. He walks around the table and gets up close, his cock head glistening. He takes hold of my shirt and rips it open, buttons popping, exposing my tits and my hard nipples. Fuck how I want him.
“You’ve left a bit,” he says, nodding to my plate. “Finish it all, Holly, then you’ll get the tastiest creamy dessert.”
I glance at my empty plate, nothing but a bit of gravy left, and then I get it. I pick up the serving spoon, scoop up the gravy, and as soon as I’ve sucked the gravy from the spoon, like a good girl, his hands are gripping my pigtails and his cock is filling my mouth.
“I’m the luckiest daddy,” he says, his thrusts relentless.
I can’t answer because my mouth is stretched, so I moan around his veiny thickness and it’s enough to tip him over the edge. I love it when he grips my hair tight. And I love it when he tenses and trembles. I suck my daddy hard until I’m retching and he shoots his load.
He lets go of my pigtails and takes a step back, his cock painted with spit.
I open my mouth and show Daddy his cum, pooling there, and then I swallow it all, licking my lips after.
“That was yummy, Daddy,” I tell him.
He strokes my hair. “I’m blessed,” he says, “to have such an amazing daughter.”
Ha! Amazing, yeah. I grin up at him. “Thanks, Daddy.”
He pulls me up from my stool and rips my shirt off me. I moan for Daddy as he licks my tits, making sure to give each nipple a good hard suck.
“That’s so nice, Daddy,” I tell him.
“Because you’re so nice, sweetheart,” he says, weighing my tits in his hands and thumbing my nipples. I’m so horny right now, I really want to take control and jump him.
“Lie on the sofa for me,” he says, “time for my creamy dessert.”
I don’t need telling twice. I skip on over there like a good girl and I’m in crazy, fantasy heaven as I lie there, legs spread as my daddy eats me out, lapping at my pussy like I’m a delicacy. He twirls his tongue around my clit, and I hold his head to me, and it doesn’t take long, his beard rubbing me just right as he sucks my clit and I’m done, coming hot and hard in his face.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I say as he looks up at me, his beard glistening, his smile divine.
“You taste… perfect, sweetheart,” he says and climbs on top of me, his cock hard again.
I love that he’s still dressed while I’m naked. It makes him so much more authoritative. Plus he’s nearly thirty years my senior, and it makes the dynamic so convincing. So fantastically hot.
“Daddy’s going to show you how much he loves you now,” he says to me, and teases my slit with the head of his dick.
The words should choke in my throat, but they don’t. They come out easily.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
He eases his way inside me. “Say that again, sweetheart.”
“I love you, Daddy. I love the way you feel inside me. I love it when you make me a good little girl.”
“That’s it,” he says, and I keep on going.
I lower my voice to a girly whisper.
“I love you, Daddy. I love you so much. You’re the best daddy in the world.”
He groans and picks up the pace, and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. This is so fucked up, but it feels so right.
“Kiss me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Show me how much you love me.”