Chapter 8 #2
“You got divorced when I was in grade one,” she says with a cheeky smile that makes me groan.
“You’re making me feel like a dirty old man.”
“Don’t,” she says with a warm smile. “I think it’s hot. I’ve always been more attracted to older men.”
“Yeah?”
She nods. “And to you, Logan Armstrong, most of all. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Her smile falters slightly. “Was the divorce hard on Hailey? She would’ve been pretty young.”
“It was a rough transition, but ultimately for the best. Hailey’s mother and I were never a great match, but the one thing we always agreed on was putting Hailey first. We had shared custody until Hailey turned eighteen.”
“Does she still live in the area?” she asks between bites of food, and I’m glad to see her eating knowing how hungry she was.
I shake my head. “No, she moved to Vancouver when Hailey started university.”
“And Hailey’s moving back here in the spring when she graduates?”
I nod. “After she graduates, she’s going to come work for me at Armstrong Construction as a project manager.” She bites her lip, and I can tell something’s eating at her. “What is it, baby?”
“Do you think she’ll be upset about…this?” she asks, motioning between us.
I frown. I’ve been so wrapped up in my thoughts about Kaylee and this new, intense connection between us that I hadn’t stopped to consider what Hailey might think.
“She may not be thrilled initially, but I think she’ll come around,” I answer honestly. “She’s not coming back to Canmore for a couple of months, so I can ease her into the idea that I’m dating someone.”
“Dating,” says Kaylee, that sweet, goofy smile back on her face. “Because Logan Armstrong is my boyfriend.”
“Damn right he is.” I capture Kaylee’s mouth with mine, a deep, hungry kiss that she meets with equal hunger. I gently cup her face, my thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. She’s so soft, so small and delicate, and it winds me up so damn tight that I know it’s only a matter of time before I snap.
I trail my lips down her neck, licking over her pulse, tasting her sweet skin.
“You taste so good, baby,” I murmur against her neck, and I feel her shiver in response, her head tilting to give me better access.
I nip lightly at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she gasps, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“Tell me you’re sure, Kaylee. Tell me you want this.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine. “I want this, Logan. I want you. I want everything. Please don’t stop, Daddy.”
The word Daddy shreds any restraint I might’ve had, and my mouth is on hers again as my fingers find the hem of her sweater.
I slowly pull it up, revealing inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin.
I break our kiss just long enough to pull the sweater over her head and toss it aside.
Her skin looks delectable in the firelight, the play of light and shadows making my mouth water.
Her breasts are small and perfect, high and round, and I can see the hard points of her nipples through the fabric of her plain white bra.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, tracing the edge of her bra with my fingertip.
She shivers again, her breath hitching as I unhook the clasp.
She shrugs out of it, revealing her breasts to me, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
Her nipples are a soft pink, hard and begging for attention.
I can’t stop myself from leaning down and capturing one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as Kaylee arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Oh my god, Logan,” she pants, her fingers tunneling in to my hair. “I had no idea it could feel like this.”
I chuckle and turn my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “We’re just getting started, Kaylee. Haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” She moans at that. “Are you wet for me?”
She nods frantically. “I am. I’m so wet that I think it’s soaking through my panties.”
I gently ease her down onto the blanket, covering her small body with my own as I lick and kiss and suck her pretty nipples.
“So perfect,” I sigh, dragging my mouth all over one breast and then the other.
“So sweet and pretty.” I drop kisses all around her nipples, then lick and blow air over them.
I pull on them with my lips, nip at them with my teeth.
Beneath me, Kaylee’s writhing and panting, her skirt hiked up around her hips.
“You like when Daddy kisses your pretty nipples, don’t you baby? ”
She nods. “So much. It feels so good. I can feel it between my legs when you do that.”
“Gonna kiss them every single day, Kaylee. Kiss them and suck them and lick them.” I give each nipple one last suck before kissing my way back up to her mouth.
I slide one of my hands up over her ribs and to her breast, cupping it and working her nipple with my thumb.
She moans into my mouth, her body arching in to me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Kaylee. You deserve to be worshipped.
You deserve everything in the world. My sweet, special girl. ”
And then we’re kissing again, wrapped around each other, moaning. I rock my hips against her, letting her feel how hard I am, and she pushes up into me.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need…I feel…”
“You want my fingers, baby? Is your pussy aching?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “I need relief.”
I push up to my knees, holding her gaze as I unzip her skirt and tug it down over her hips. She lifts her legs so that I can slide it all the way down to her ankles before she kicks it free. Then, I hook my thumbs into her stockings and panties, pulling them down at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe when I see that she’s completely bare.
“I don’t like having hair down there,” she says quickly. “But I can…”
“Shhhh, baby,” I say, smoothing a hand over her bare mound.
“You’re perfect.” I tug her stockings and panties down her legs, and she lifts them again so I can pull them free, presenting me with an absolutely mouthwatering flash of her peachy little cunt.
I can see how wet it is, the glistening folds just peeking out from between plump lips.
I take a second to drink in the sight of my girl, fully naked, for the first time.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I breathe. I can’t stop staring at her pretty face, her silky hair, her sweet little breasts, the dips and hollows around her collarbone and hips, her bare mound, her slender legs.
The need to fuck her, to claim her, to breed her, grips me and it takes everything I have not to pull my cock out and sink into her.
I know she’s promised me everything, that she wants this, but I still need to go slow.
Slow enough that it’s good for her. Slow enough that I don’t scare her away with the animalistic urges I have to fuck and claim and mark.
I lay down beside her on the blanket, then position her on her side so I’m spooning her from behind, her naked body facing the warmth of the fire.
“Oh, that feels good,” she says, snuggling closer into me. Our size difference is clear in this position, and seeing just how much smaller than me she is makes my cock ache. Drip.
I sweep her hair to the side and start kissing her delicate neck while my free hand finds her breast, gently toying with her nipple before stroking my hand down her side. I groan at the feel of her, so small and soft before sliding my hand between her thighs to cup her gently.
“Mmm,” I groan. “So wet and hot and puffy.”
“Is…is puffy good?” she asks a little breathlessly.
“It means you’re swollen and turned on for me, so yeah, it’s good, baby.
” I part those puffy lips and slowly slide the tips of my fingers up and down her soaking wet slit.
She’s so fucking hot and slippery that my cock jerks in response.
She gasps and moans as I tease. “Does that feel good? You like when Daddy plays with your puffy little pussy?”
“Uh huh,” she says in a soft, high voice. “So good. So much better than my fingers.”
I take her leg and hook it over mine, opening her up for me. “I’ll do this whenever you want, baby. If you have a wet, needy pussy, Daddy will take care of it.”
I feel her get wetter beneath my fingers, and I start to slowly explore, tracing circles around her hard clit, stroking down the sides, rubbing around her untouched, gushing fuckhole.
“You’re dripping all over my fingers, Kaylee. Such a good girl, letting Daddy play with your pussy like this.”
“It feels so good,” she whimpers, sliding her leg higher on mine, opening herself more. “Please don’t stop.”
“No one’s ever touched you like this before,” I say, gently circling her clit with my finger.
“No one else knows how silky and hot your perfect cunt is. No one else knows what your clit feels like when you’re turned on.
Only me. Because this is Daddy’s,” I say, cupping her and then rubbing my entire palm over her.
“Daddy’s to play with. Daddy’s to pleasure.
Daddy’s to fuck. Daddy’s to fill with cum. ”
She lets out a long moan. “Yes,” she sighs. “I want you to take care of my pussy always, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I growl, finding her clit again and stroking it.
“That’s my good girl. I’ll take care of this pretty pussy.
Take such good care of it.” I circle around her clit with the tips of my fingers, and the leg she has draped over mine starts to shake.
She presses her pussy into my touch, her hips moving.
“It feels so good, Daddy,” she moans. “It’s so good.”
“You’re going to wake up in my bed every single morning from now on, Kaylee.
And this is the first thing I’m going to do every day.
I’m going to finger and play with your wet pussy until you come all over my hand.
Every. Single. Morning.” I punctuate each word with little pinches along her clit, and she shrieks with pleasure.
“Please, yes, Logan, god,” she says.