2. Chapter 2 #2
“Let’s get this off.” I work a hand up under the back of her shirt, her body pliant but stiffening as I work my fingers upward. I imaging pinning her down and tearing at the fabric that separates us.
I’m a bastard, but thoughts of fucking her in the bedroom I shared with Karen for too fucking long plague me. It’s so fucking wrong, but my throbbing dick doesn’t give a shit.
Her thin bra’s clasp comes undone with a click, and she gasps when I run my hand under the front cup, my thumb brushing her hard little peak.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I growl against her skin, praying that she won’t.
I don’t know if I even could stop, but I at least want to give her the semblance of some control. Her answer is to raise her legs, then hook them around my waist, bringing her heat against my hardness.
“Is this bad?” she whispers, and it only makes my depravity sink its claws in deeper.
“No, baby. This isn’t bad. It’s just Daddy teaching you things you need to know. Who else should teach a little girl about grown-up things than a father?”
“I don’t…” She arches up as I shove the loose bra and t-shirt fabric upward. “I’m all shaky and hot.”
I flick my tongue over her peak, as she sucks in a breath, so fucking willing and perfect beneath me. Her tit is even sweet. The taunt flesh cool from the rain as I pull it between my lips, moaning at the sensation of having her in my mouth for the first time.
“You’re… going to teach me? Just like when you took me out of school last year?”
I release her nipple, giving it a flick of my tongue before answering.
“That’s right, baby.” My free hand slides between us, fingers brushing the crotch of her shorts.
The material’s soaked through here, too, and not just from the rain.
It’s warm and damp where she’s already wet for me, and I groan into her shoulder when she spreads her legs wider.
“Just another part of homeschooling. Teaching you about the birds and the bees, Mina. Deep biology lessons.”
I lick the shell of her ear, tickling the lobe with my tongue.
“Max, are going to—”
“Hush,” I say again, working at the waistband until the button pops and I wiggle the zipper down. “Everything’s okay. Just need to check something.”
I jam my hand own the front between the damp fabric and her cool skin until my fingers slide under the elastic of her panties.
“That’s a good girl. Just lay still and Daddy’s gonna check you down here.
” I push into the seam she trembles, finally finding the glorious heat beneath.
She gasps as I find her slit and circle her clit in slow circuits, another finger dipping low to test how slick she is for me.
“Jesus, baby, just as I thought. You’re soaking wet down here. ”
“It’s the rain.” Her voice hitches, and I lift my head, narrowing my eyes at hers.
“That’s a lie, isn’t it?”
Her lips start to quiver. But she nods with the sexiest look of shame in her approval seeking eyes.
Mina’s nails dig into my back, hips rocking into my touch like she’s chasing something just out of reach. Her head thrashes against the pillow when I push a finger inside her, stretching her tight walls until she moans and her little body gushes into my palm.
“Ah, fuck yeah, baby. No one’s been here before, have they?”
She already admitted she’d only kissed, but the possessive bastard inside me needs her to say it again.
“No.”
“So fucking fresh. Smooth too. You shave. That’s a good girl.
” I growl as she moans. “You want more of this?” I ask.
She nods frantically, teeth clenched as I curl deeper and my mind starts to spin.
I’m cursing and praising her about how good she feels, how perfect, the way she tightens around me with every thrust of my finger.
“Then just get your shorts down a little more, and your panties. You can do that for me, can’t you?
Daddy’s gonna get to know your privates a whole lot better. ”
She nods, and I lean in to give her a kiss of approval as her hands work the shorts down. She kicks them off under the blanket, leaving her body naked from the waist down, her shirt and bra still pushed up over her tits.
God, I’m aching for her in every way. A deep recklessness swells inside of me. Right now, I don’t care who finds out about us, but I also know it could complicate things in ways she doesn’t realize.
None of that seems to quell the incessant need to give her the sexual awakening of a fucking lifetime that will end with me raw-dogging her soft little pussy, whispering to her that Daddy loves her, and it’s time for her to understand just what that means now that she’s a big girl.
“Look at you,” I whisper when her eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide. “You’re so beautiful like this. Does it feel good for you, baby? Daddy wants it to feel nice for you.”
Her cheeks flush pink again, but this time there’s no fight to turn away. Instead, she tugs me down for another kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth as if she knows every secret it holds. The tip of her tongue probes for mine until it’s swirling and tangling with mine.
I’m emboldened by her eagerness, part of me wondering if this is some kind of fever dream. Will I wake to find her safely tucked away under her own blankets, untouched and untarnished by my perverted manipulations?
“It feels nice, Daddy,” she mutters as our lips part, saliva strung between us, her hips rising up to take more of my finger as I bite and suck on her neck, drawing the skin through my lips, wanting my mark there, wanting to put a fucking hickey on her neck like a schoolboy, so everyone will know I’ve staked my fucking claim.
“Like when you used to tickle me, but better. Different. I want to press that aching part against something.”
“Good. That’s good, baby. It feels good for me when I touch you and you’re all soft and warm. That means your horny. Do you know how to come, baby?”
The rain drums against the truck roof like the devil’s applause, urging me into the darkness. I don’t care how far we’ll have to backtrack in the morning, or what Karen will say when she finds out about us, because I already know in my heart, this is not just a one-time jack-off session.
I love my daughter, but I also know unequivocally now that I’ve touched her and tasted her mouth, I will never, fucking never, let her go.
All that matters is Mina’s hands on me. They’re so fucking small and trembling, but they are on me. Searching and exploring as her body tightens into a bowstring with me strumming her clit.
“I don’t… I can’t. I feel that achy feeling, but I never know what to do to make that feeling come. Are you going to teach me?”
“Let’s work on it together. Now, right here,” I pause, flicking the tip of my index finger on the hard little bud, making her draw a sharp breath. “That’s the feel-good part, isn’t it? Right where I’m playing now?”
“Uh huh.” She breathes out her agreement as her opening clenches on my middle finger.
Her shaking hand finds my thigh, then presses up into the bulge under my jeans.
“Good girl,” I groan, pushing my erection into her palm. “You’re making Daddy hard. You know what that means, don’t you?”
She nods, her lips parted, eyes lusty slits as I work her little clit between my fingers now. “You want me.”
“You’re a bad girl, knowing that about your father.”
“I’m... I’m sorry.” She looks genuinely apologetic, and it only makes me harder.
She starts to pull her hand back.
“Oh no, you keep it there. It’s good for you to get used to feeling me like that. It’s going to be your job to take care of me in a lot of new ways, baby. You make it hard like that, you have to take care of it.”
I reach down with my free hand and work the button and zipper on my jeans, letting my erection pop out as her pussy drenches me and her eyes pop wide.
“That’s big,” she gasps, her lips open, teeth nipping at the flesh.
“Because you made it get all full of blood. That’s how nature gets a man ready to push inside tight little holes like this.” I jam a finger up inside her, making her yelp. “Now, just stroke it. Put your hand around and just get used to it.”
She follows my orders, her warm hand tentative and soft as it starts to move up and down.
“Like this?” Her eyes search mine for approval, and it makes a spurt of pre-cum jump from the tip.
“Just like that.”
Her hand feels like fucking heaven, but it’s her arousal that is my biggest turn on. Knowing my daughter is wet and horny because of me? That’s the focus of my life from now on, and once I get her to come, my possessiveness will multiply a thousand-fold.
I explore and work her clit and the delicate flesh of her lips as her gaze flicks between my cock and my face, looking for assurance. I’m ready to nut all over her pretty little face, but I want something else.
“Do you know what oral sex is, baby?” I ask as her hand moves up and down my shaft, my fingers pressing on her little button, working it in circles as her legs fall open under the blanket.
Another nod, apple-red blooming on her cheeks. “Mouth stuff. On private parts.”
I nod back, finger brushing her hair as she looks up at me, lust haze in her eyes.
She’s a smart, well-spoken girl, but the way she’s talking, it’s as though she’s regressing.
Playing up the little part of her. And I fucking want to pull her onto my lap and sing her a lullaby while fucking her virgin pussy bloody.
“Would you like to know what it feels like to be kissed here?” I tap my finger on her clit. “Because it would make Daddy very happy to do that. To give you kisses here. Is that okay?”
Her pulse flutters at the base of her neck, and time seems to stall as we stare at each other, blood thickening my already impossibly hard erection as I struggle to draw breath.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers finally, fluttering her lashes, as I weave my fingers through her hair, dragging my other hand from between her legs and pulling her mouth up to meet mine.