Daddy…Please Teach Me
My mouth went dry.
He paused beside my chair on his way to the stairs. One big hand settled on the top of my head, warm and heavy. He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to my forehead.
The brush of his lips was soft.
Almost chaste.
It still sent a fresh gush of wetness into my panties.
“Night, Jenna,” he murmured. “Good to see you.”
“Night, Uncle Jayden,” I whispered back, voice a little too breathy.
He disappeared up the stairs. I stayed behind to help Mom with the dishes, hands moving automatically through hot water and soap while my mind raced. The forehead kiss still burned on my skin. My clit was swollen, aching, every shift of my thighs sending little sparks through me.