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Preview from chapter one
I parked in the driveway and smiled when I saw Mom’s car was gone. I didn’t come here to see her. Dad and I had an agreement to put in place. My belly tightened with arousal as I walked to the front door. Breasts swelled until my nipples ached for a mouth when I stepped inside. I got wet when I raised my voice.
“Hi Dad! Your favorite daughter is here to see you!”
The soft rumble of Dad’s laughter led me to the living room. As always, he was in his recliner, watching baseball. Before he could get up, I slid into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. My butt wiggled as I squirmed to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“I feel duty-bound to point out you are my only daughter,” Dad said, his blue eyes twinkling. “After we had you, there was no point trying again. Perfection kind of spoils a man.”
My eyes held his gaze. Heart hammering, I leaned towards him again and pressed my lips against his. A little too on-the-lips to be our regular affection. Lingered a little too long to be innocent. My breasts pressed against his broad chest as I nuzzled along his jaw to whisper in his ear.
“I know Mom doesn’t take care of you,” I told him. “Put your hand between my legs, Daddy. Find out how much I want to do what she won’t.”
He jolted. I nibbled his ear. Moaned just a little.
“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m telling you to do it.” I squirmed a little more, felt his cock pressing against me. “I’m not teasing. I’m going to fuck you, Daddy. Right now. Right in Mom’s bed.”
“Jessie…”
“Put your fucking hand between my legs,” I snapped. “Your daughter’s pussy is dripping wet and needs your cock.”
Dad’s fingers trembled as he touched my knee. His hand slid slowly up my thigh, hesitating at the hem of my skirt. I drew back and watched his face. Conflict. Hunger. Shame. And surrender.
"That's it," I encouraged, my voice husky. "Go ahead. Test the merchandise. Give it a squeeze."
His powerful hand gripped my inner thigh. He stared at me, waiting to be shamed and denigrated for his healthy desires. I let my smile entice him. Fingers fumbling higher up my thigh, sliding beneath my skirt until they brushed against the damp fabric of my panties. A groan escaped him, deep and primal.