Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"She means you," Elodie says.
"I know exactly what she means." My mouth finds her neck and I feel the real exhale come out of her, the one nobody else gets. "You've got one hour before any of that matters, and nobody in this kitchen needs a single thing from you except me."
Her hands find my shirt and I think, good. I want Elodie to feel every bit of that weight lift off her until there's nothing left but me taking care of her.
Which, I intend to do.
Right.
Now.
I’m slurping and drooling as I attack her tight little opening with my mouth. It’s been twelve hours since I saw her standing in the crowd at the club.
It feels like a lifetime.
It’s an hour before her little home visit and tryout. The kitchen at her house is a third of the size of the one at mine, but she tastes just as good here as she did when I ate her out on the counter at my house before we left.
“I just want to see if you taste as good on every kitchen counter.” I hiss into her clutching wetness. “I also have another little surprise for you.”
I lap at her clit as she shakes and moans, reaching into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and pull out the fully charged little silicone toy. I have a closet of toys at home with her name on them. Things I gathered in my delirium once she turned eighteen and my fantasies turned into madness.
“Wha—what’s that?” Her voice shakes as I touch the slender tip of the toy to her opening.
“You’ll find out. But this stays in you until I tell you to take it out, do you understand?”
Her mouth opens but I steal her words by sucking on her clit and easing the sleek, insertable vibrator into her still sore opening.
She hisses but I lick away any discomfort. God, hoe badly I want to push her legs apart and sink back into her down to my balls but I won’t. I can’t.
She wants this dance placement and I promised to help her in any way I can to make that happen. I didn’t have enough time to look up how to get to the powers that be that run The Ford Center Dance Company otherwise I would have showed up wherever they are with a stack of cash and a nine-millimeter hoping they would take the cash and I didn’t have to use the other.
But I’d do whatever it would take. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for me to intervene so here we are.
Her back curves off the counter as she pants and I work her with my mouth.
“I want you in side me.” She whines and the storm inside me grows but I can’t. Not now. She’s just starting to walk like every step isn’t lighting off a firecracker between her legs and she has a performance to give so it’s my job to make the best decisions for her no matter what my dick wants.
“Can’t do that, baby. Now, come for Daddy. Make me happy and soak my face with a pretty, sloppy little squirt.”
“No!” She snaps. “I need you. I want Daddy to fuck me again. I won’t tell, I promise.”
God, I nearly spill in my pants. The undercurrent of taboo between us is not lost on me. She’s my niece for all intents and purposes. Half my age.
There are hurdles to get over for sure, I won’t hide her. She deserves a full life, out in the open even if the first parts of our relationship are bumpy, I’ll smooth them out. By any means necessary.
I keep at her soft pussy with my mouth while I pull out the pen sized controller for the vibe that’s being cradled by her soft wet walls and click the end three time and she nearly launches off the granite.
My heart booms, my breathing ragged as I lap and suck and lick, swallowing down her sweet nectar as mine, mine, mine pulses inside me.
If she only knew the obsession I’ve harbored for her for a year, would she be scared? Hate me?
She thinks what happened between us last night was right place, right time and me seeing her as something I never had before.
She’s wrong but I’m going to let that little secret ride for now.
God, this girl has me by the nuts for sure. I’m not sure she understood what her little crush on her uncle could turn into.
Did she just want me to take her shopping, teach her to kiss, give her baths and protect her from the big bad wolf?
Because, I’m the fucking wolf and I’m still not a hundred percent sure she understands that.
“God.” She hisses then corrects when I pinch her clit between my teeth. “Daddy! I mean Daddy!”
A growl crawls up my throat as I drag my tongue along her slit.