I’m a good girl . . . usually. But the day I turned 18, when my stepfather planned to move far away, I got naughty—and I got his attention. Then Daddy confessed all the wicked, wild things he wanted to ...
I’m a good girl . . . usually. But the day I turned 18, when my stepfather planned to move far away, I got naughty—and I got his attention. Then Daddy confessed all the wicked, wild things he wanted to do to me, including take my virginity, tie me to his bed, and spank my ass. What’s a good girl turned bad supposed to do?
Over 10,000 words of very sexually explicit pseudo-incest sex, oral sex, BDSM, spanking and one very dominant daddy. All characters are 18 or older.
“Did he touch them?” Ian demanded, staring at my breasts.
“No, Daddy.” I shook my head, feeling my hair caress my nipples.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you lying to me?”
“No, I swear. No one touched me. All the girls were just hanging around the pool topless for a better tan. It was a nice day and…”
Daddy didn’t look like he cared for my explanation. He clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering down to my breasts. He pushed my hair over my shoulders, down my back, and stared. I felt my nipples tighten. And, oh god, there was no way he couldn’t not notice.
“I don’t believe you, Chelsea. I’m checking for bruising and whisker burn. Let me see them.”
“What?” Let Daddy see my naked breasts for real, right now? The idea was so foreign, but as my pussy clenched again, I could feel juices coating my folds, wetting my little boy shorts. The idea totally turned me on.
Ian’s piercing eyes, firm jaw, and full mouth drew me. As we stood there, I saw him not as a father figure who replaced the sperm donor I’d never known, but as a flesh-and-blood man with formidable shoulders, a wide chest, lean abs, narrow hips…and a thick erection tenting his pants.
I gasped, my thoughts furiously racing. Did Daddy want to inspect me because he thought someone else had manhandled me or because he wanted the opportunity to see my tits for his own pleasure? The thought sent a thick curl of lust into my belly and a fresh gush of moisture from my pussy.
I could play this safe and keep insisting that no one had touched me. Or I could give him what he wanted—and what I wanted. Maybe it would make him happy enough to stay.
Silkee Hunt’s first experience with erotica was sneaking a read of her dad’s Penthouse Forums. Thank you, Bob Guccione. Silkee considers the ebook reader the single greatest invention for women since the vibrator and thinks every woman should have one of each.
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