She swallowed the saliva in her mouth. “Daddy…”
“But, but, she’s your daughter,” Ben said.
I looked at him. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have made the bet. Never gamble more than you can afford to lose, because you lost big-time tonight, kid.” I stood up. “Stand up, Zoey.”
Zoey, my obedient little daughter, stood up, keeping her head down. I reached out, grabbing her fleshy hips and yanking her toward me, crashing her into my chest.
She gasped, looking up at me. “Daddy…”
Ben dropped his face into his hands.
“No,” I said to him. “You watch. This is your doing.”
Ben looked up at me, but now I was looking at my daughter. She was chewing her lower lip and trembling in my arms. My eyes were burning into hers.
“You understand why I have to do this, don’t you? It’s no different than spanking you when you were little.”
She gave me a little nod as she licked her lips. “Yes, Daddy. I know. I always pay my debts and take my punishments.”
I reached up, sliding my hand around the back of her neck, my thumb on her jaw, cradling her head, my fingers in her hair. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to make sure her boyfriend was still watching, and then I kissed my daughter, pressing my lips to hers. She let out a warm breath of air against my mouth as her lips parted. My mouth opened and I took her lower lip into my mouth, kissing her.
I enjoyed this more than I thought I was going to. I wanted to teach them both a lesson. They had angered and humiliated me, but it had been so very long since I had kissed a woman, and now I was kissing my own daughter, and I liked it. My mouth became ravenous. I opened it wider and my tongue came out, falling into her mouth.
Her breath sped up at the surprise, but she wasn’t struggling in my arms. She was leaning against me, and then I felt her tongue against mine, tasting it, our lips opening and closing on each other. I squeezed her soft hips and crushed her body into mine, feeling her little breasts against my chest, the heat of her tummy against my crotch.
I had to stop this kiss, but I didn’t want to. She tasted so sweet, like watermelon and strawberry. Her tongue was so wet and playful. I knew she had never kissed a boy before, but somehow, she knew how to kiss her daddy.
“Jesus, what the fuck!” Ben said at last.
I broke the kiss, heaving a breath I had been holding. My daughter’s mouth was wet. She wiped her chin with the back of her palm and licked her lips. Her face was bright red from the blushing. She turned away, looking weak on her feet, dropping into her chair and staring at the table.
“Well,” I said, catching my breath, “I hope this taught you two a lesson, but If you’re foolish enough to challenge me to anymore kiddie games, you know where I am.” I started out of the room, pausing at the frame. “Zoey, say goodnight to your boyfriend and lock up. I’m going to bed.”
I went up to my room, thinking of what I had done. The taste of my daughter’s luscious lips was still on my tongue. My cock felt strained in my pants. I shook my head and pulled off my shirt, throwing it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I unbuckled my pants and unbuttoned them, but before I could push them down, Zoey knocked on the door.
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