“Yes,” she breathed out. “All over.”
“Don’t give me lazy answers. Where?”
She breathed quickly. “My breasts.”
My hand ran up and down her ribcage and then I let my palm roll along the hump of her breast. I could feel the bump of her nipple beneath my hand as as I lay it there.” Here?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You wanted him to squeeze them?”
My hand began to close as I cupped her breast and let my thumb and fingers caress her nipple.
“Yes,” she said breathily. “God yes.”
“You wanted him to pinch your nipples?”
I pinched them. And she gasped and arched her hips, her thigh lifting to knock into my crotch again, my hardened cock throbbing in plea to escape the confines of my tight jeans.
“God, yes, Daddy,” she said.
This was getting out of hand, but I didn’t know how to bring it to heel anymore. She was my little girl, but she was also the sexiest woman I had even been in bed with. “Where else?”
She couldn’t catch her breath. “Don’t make me say it, Daddy.”
“Say it,” I ordered her.
“God, Daddy, please.”
“Say it,” I said firmer.
“My pussy,” she said, biting her lower lip in guilt.
“You want your pussy touched?”
“Yes,” she said desperately.
“You want my hands on it?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You want me to rub it?”
“Yes!” she nearly screamed.
My hand ran away from her breast and down her soft tummy. I crossed over her tight yoga pants, my fingers dancing on her pubic bone. I lifted my hand and her legs spread as far as she could get them, begging for any contact with her tender little pussy.
She was squirming beneath me, lifting up her crotch in invitation, calling me to touch it. I could feel the heat of her body. Her cunt was a pit of fire. I stared into her eyes, and then slapped her crotch she yelped and closed her legs.
“Ow! Daddy!”
“You see, this is why I can’t let you cuddle and kiss and touch a boy in bed, because there’s a slut in you fighting to get out.”
She turned her head to the side, and I felt guilty. Maybe I had been hard on her. Lord knows I had a hard-on for her.
“Come here, kiddo.” I climbed behind her, careful not to grind my crotch into her back, and pulled her into a tight hug, spooning her.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, kitten.”
“I just get so horny sometimes. I didn’t mean to act like a slut.”
“I know. I know.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she said.
“I know.”
She caressed my arm around her tummy and then turned halfway around, on her back again. “You’re a good Daddy.”
I smiled weakly. “Most other daddies wouldn’t agree if they saw me in bed with you like this.”
She stretched up and kissed my lips. “You’re the best Daddy.”
I smiled and then kissed her back. Her sexy little lips felt familiar now, so familiar that kissing them didn’t feel like the worst taboo a man could commit with his daughter. I just loved kissing her. She had such a welcoming little mouth, such a sweet little tongue, such warm little breaths. We kissed, our hands gripping each other’s bodies as our tongues played with each other. I was so tempted to grind my aching cock against her.
“Time!” Ben shouted from the door. “Jesus, are you two making out?”
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