LOGINâYour naughty little words, that little plea, are going to keep me hard as a rock,â Daddy says.I smile up at him.Daddy shakes his head at me, but his hips flex forward and his erection digs harder into my hip. His hand slips under my tank top, pushing aside the little band of elastic that is the shelf bra, and he holds my breast, flicking the nipples with his thumbs.I arch and moan and spread my legs so he can settle between them. His shaft is now exactly where I want it. I need to get my pants off so he can push inside me.He lifts onto his elbows enough that he can tug my shirt down, baring me to him. I watch him as he sees me for the first time. His lips tip up in a grin as my breasts shimmy with my quivering breaths.âSuch sweet little nipples. Fuck, Daisy. I want to eat you up. I want to lick and suck every inch of you.ââYes.âHe chuckles and leans forward. Just as his lips part to take in one of my nipples, his radio beeps from where itâs clipped to his loosened belt. The cr
âOn your knees,â he says.âWhat?ââYou heard me. And the correct response is the one you just gave and then obedience.âThe one I just gave? Oh. He wants me to call himâŚI lower to my knees. âYes, Daddy.âHe steps closer and tosses my blanket off to the side. He cups his hand under my chin, then tilts my face up so Iâm looking straight into his eyes.âYour mom thinks youâve got something going on with one of your teachers at school. Is that true?âI shake my head, but I canât move it much since heâs holding me still.âAnswer me, Daisy.ââNo.ââRemember who youâre talking to,â he says.âNo, Daddy. I donât have a crush on a teacher.ââThen who? One of my hands?ââNo, Daddy. Just you.âThe satisfaction that lights his grey eyes has a shiver running down my spine. Iâve never seen him look so happy. I never knew he wanted me. I would have laid myself out on my eighteenth birthday if Iâd known.âJust me,â he whispers. âOnly me.âHe runs his thumb along my bottom lip, his gaze locked on my m
Iâm just finishing up my last chores when I hear someone come into the horse barn. Since Pom is my horse, sheâs my responsibility. Iâll be honest and say that as much as I hate cleaning up horse shit, I love my horse.âDaisy,â Ry says as he comes to the door of Pomâs stall. âAre you going out for a ride?âI swallow, not sure what the right answer is. I want to take Pom out like I usually do, but Iâm afraid heâs going to tell me that I canât.âThat was the plan.ââHow about you ride fences with me for a while? I have something I want to show you.ââOkay,â I agree immediately, even though I know that what he has to show me is more likely something ranch-related and not sex related.Still, my clit throbs against the seam of my jeans at the thought of being alone with my stepdad. We donât spend a whole lot of time together. And when we do, Iâm usually so nervous that words just start spilling from my lips. Iâm sure he thinks Iâm a total dork.By the time I saddle Pom and climb on, Ry is
The sun heats my face. Itâs not spring yet, so I close my eyes and enjoy the unexpected warmth. My horse, Pomelo, snorts nearby, and it comforts me to know that Iâm not fully alone.I grew up in a more suburban area. Since my mom married my stepdad, and we moved to his ranch, Iâve enjoyed all the country has to offer.Riding Pomelo is definitely my favorite thing about living in the wide open space. I pull tighter on the sleeves of the flannel shirt I tied around my waist when I got too hot. My tank top isnât quite warm enough, but Iâm not willing to put the warmer shirt back on just yet.I let my hands float out at my sides to the edges of the small blanket I set down. I smooth my hands backward and forward, running my fingertips over the tips of the tall stalks of grass. I feel the breeze move them against my skin as I do.The smell of hay and grass â and even a little of the manure and cow pies â surrounds me and reminds me where I am.I hear hoofbeats approaching and look over t
He makes the sundae all out of order. First, he takes the chocolate syrup and drizzles it all over me, on my breasts, down my torso, even letting a little drip onto my clit. I gasp at the cold stickiness as it surrounds that little bundle of nerves.I can tell by his smile that he likes my reaction, so he does it again and again. Lines of chocolate slide down my ass like stripes, then pool beneath me as I writhe and shift restlessly beneath the onslaught.When he feels Iâve had enough, Daddy takes out the whipped cream. He squirts a swirl onto each of my nipples. It starts to slip away on a slide of chocolate syrup, but he lifts it back where it belongs.He squirts another swirl onto my clit, but I canât feel it. The syrup is too thick and coats me completely. He sets a fresh strawberry slice into each pile of cream before reaching back into the box.He pulls out a spoon, then opens the strawberry ice cream. I bite my lip.The syrup and whipped cream are both cool from being in the
The light from the fridge casts a beam across the kitchen floor as I rifle through the shelves, looking for something sweet. I have a sweet tooth, even at one in the morning.I made some cupcakes and I swear I hid one in the back of the fridge, but I canât find it. I slide jars left until they clink against the side of the fridge. Then I slide them right just to be sure as I look for the little plastic container I hid.âLooking for this?âI gasp and spin around at the sound of Westâs voice. He stands in the middle of the kitchen in his boxers, holding the cupcake up to his mouth.âThatâs mine,â I say, a little too loud for this time of night.âWhatâs yours is mine,â he says as he takes a huge bite.âDoes that mean whatâs yours is mine?âHe chews thoughtfully before his lips spread in a dirty grin. I stick my bottom lip in a pout as he eats the last strawberry short-cupcake.He licks a little of the whipped cream frosting from the corner of his mouth and takes a step closer to me.âI w







