What Daddy Wants II
EXCERPT:
“Umm, Daddy.” His daughter pressed her lips to his
and Terrence was powerless to resist the temptation to take it further. His
tongue delved into her warm little mouth and he tasted the soda she’d drunk.
She gave a little moan as their tongues explored
each other. He squeezed her thigh and pulled her further up on his lap. The
sweetness of the kiss stole Terrence’s ability to think.
His hand moved further up her thigh, further,
further. Chanci moaned again and he stroked her back reassuringly as she
snuggled into him. This was not how things were to have gone. He had planned to
wait until she was asleep. He had to wait until she was sleeping or everything
could be spoiled between them. Yes, she was allowing him to kiss her in a way
that wasn’t generally accepted between fathers and daughters but it had to
stop. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thighs and slid them
higher, higher, until the tips of his fingers touched her panty-covered pussy.
Chanci made a sound deep down in her throat and pulled away from him.
“Oh, Daddy, you’re being naughty. Very, very
naughty. You should stop.”
She kissed his nose and then her hungry little mouth
found his again. Terrence sucked his daughter’s tongue and caressed her pussy
through her panties.
“Naughty, naughty, Daddy.” But she made no move to
pull away or to remove his hand.
“Yes,” Terrence admitted his voice raspy. “I’m a
naughty Daddy. Very naughty.” Terrence could hardly talk. His right hand
continued running up and down her back but he hadn’t removed his left hand from
between her legs. He should move his hand and rest it on the couch beside him,
somewhere safe away from his daughter’s young pussy. That’s what he needed to
do. He would do it. Soon. In another minute.
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