LOGINâShh. Iâm not going to fuck you yet. I want you to spread out before me the first time I feel your pussy stretch around me. I want to see my cock work in and out of you.âHis words have my hips shifting restlessly. I push back as he pushes forward and his cock slips between my thighs. I move my feet closer so I can press my thighs together.âThatâs it,â he groans in my ear. âThatâs Daddyâs good girl. Get me off, princess. Hold me as tight as you can.âHis shaft rubs along the lips of my pussy. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his groin. The new angle has my pussy lips parting slightly and coating him with my wetness. Between his precum and the slick leftovers of my epic orgasm, he glides easily between my thighs.On the next forward push, his blunt tip flicks my clit. I reach back and grip his hip with one hand as the other presses against the tree trunk to support me as he thrusts hard and fast.âSo slick. You came hard, didnât you?ââYes, Daddy. Iâve never come so hard.ââWai
With a smile, he wraps his arm around me. I wait for his hand to land on my shoulder, but it doesnât. It slides under my arm and wraps around me until heâs cupping my breast. I gasp, but then I close my lips.As if heâs rewarding me for my obedience, Daddy gently pinches my nipple. I arch into his touch and moan.âShh,â he chides.I nod and apologize, so he starts again, this time flicking his short, blunt thumbnail over the very tip of my hardened nipple. Itâs so hard to stay still.I need more.As we glide up to the top of the Ferris wheel, he keeps flicking my nipple. It sends zaps of pleasure down my torso and thighs. Back and forth, flick, flick, flick.By the time our gondola starts to reach the top, Iâm desperate for more.My hips shift on their own.âWhat do you want, Kinsey?â he whispers.âMore. Please.âHis other hand slides up the inside of my thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of my shorts. Theyâre short enough and loose enough that his whole hand can fit insid
Where are you?The text comes from Brysonâs phone. I text him back that Iâm still in line for one of the rollercoasters. I know Iâll be late for lunch. Iâm sorta hoping that I miss it completely. Iâd rather just get one of those huge turkey legs and a churro. Not exactly healthy, but itâs a vacation. As I zigzag through the line alone, I get another text from Bryson.Landmark?I tell him where to find me and keep an eye out. When I see him walking up beside the line of people behind me, Iâm surprised heâs alone. I smile and wave when he gets close. He looks relieved when he spots me.âDo you need your shirt?â I ask.âUnfortunately.ââYou could just tell her you couldnât find me.ââI wouldnât want to get you in trouble.âI shrug. âI donât mind. I was planning on skipping most of the family gatherings, anyway. Whatâs she going to do? She canât ground me to the hotel room and she sure as hell wonât stay there to make sure that I do.ââNo, but she can punish you when we get home.ââItâ
âThe kidsâ table? Iâm eighteen.ââYour cousin Sarah is nineteen and I donât see her complaining,â Mom says.I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. Sarahâs in college and brought her boyfriend to the family reunion. Of course, she doesnât mind sitting at the kidsâ table. Theyâre both totally cracking up about it. Itâs a lot less of a joke for me when Iâm by myself.âWhen youâre twenty-one, you can move to the adult table where the wine flows freely,â Mom says.I snort. Thatâs a really easy way to make sure that when all the adults get drunk, they donât accidentally give any alcohol to the kids. Momâs family reunions are crazy before the alcohol. Afterward, itâs like a weird rave with a bunch of dad bods and mom bods.I look over at my stepdad, Bryson. He looks even more miserable than I feel. Heâs a little uptight on the best of days, but with a few of Momâs cousins trying to flirt with him, he looks positively stiff.With all Momâs siblings and cousins around, sure Iâm treated like
Even that, even those wet little presses of his lips, have me panting. Just as his mouth hovers over my opening and I can feel his breath against my sensitive skin, someone comes into the barn.All the tension leaves my body and I collapse onto the blanket-covered wood beneath me in desolation. If they take Daddy away from me again, Iâm going to cry. I hear John talking with a couple of the ranch hands. I donât recognize all the voices.When I feel the rasp of a tongue circle my opening, I pull in a sharp breath. Daddyâs hands tighten on my thighs in warning, so I pull a corner of the blanket over to cover any noises that break free from my pressed lips.âSo sweet,â Daddy whispers.I lift my hips to his mouth, begging for more. With slow deliberation, his flexed tongue presses inside me. When the beard scruff on his cheeks digs into my thighs and heâs as deep inside me as he can go, he flicks his tongue up.My back arches as if heâs pulled a string and my spine curves under the pressu
Daddy has me ride Pom back home while he helps John fix the fence. I wonât deny that Iâm disappointed, but that orgasm was the best of my life. I really, really hope thereâs more like that in the near future.When I step into the kitchen, Momâs at the table, eating lunch.âI thought you were going to be gone for a while.âI put away the snacks I packed to take with me so I could enjoy the nice day and maybe even read a book. That had been my plan before Daddy...became Daddy.âA couple of guys from my school were racing on the road and tore through the fence, so Ry had me come home.ââTore through the fence?ââYeah, I think the mud got him and his car slid down off the road.ââIs he okay?ââCasey? Heâs fine, but his car wonât recover.ââBetter his car than him,â Mom says.I grunt in agreement as I make myself a sandwich.âYou going to head back out once Ry gets home?âNormally I would, but today⌠âNo. Iâm going to relax for a while then go make sure Pomâs settled. She didnât get as muc







