Page 68 of Off Limits

He sits down on the edge of the bed and smiles at me, and for a brief moment we just look at each other, expectant and kind of awkward, until he reaches a hand around the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s heated and hungry, and the touch of his tongue to mine sends my hormones soaring even though we’ve already had sex three times today. My Jean-Luc, my daddy. He does love me. I’m sure of it.

“I fucking missed you,” he growls. “In the two hours since you went to bed, I missed you.” He lowers me down onto the bed on my back and hovers over me. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

“What about Mom? Is she still up?”

“She’s in my room,” he cocks a chin to the wall separating our bedrooms.

“Again?”

He takes a breath. “I can’t get her to sleep in the basement. It’s one more night, sweetie. We just have to be…quiet.”

A responding ache pulses between my legs. He wants me. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Mm,” he chuckles low in his throat. “I like that so much.” He bends down to kiss me again, teasing me with the feel of his erection against my belly, until I’m squirming and moaning underneath him, trying to rub my pussy against him through the two layers of clothing we’re wearing.

After a moment he rolls off me onto his back and says, “Why don’t you get undressed and come straddle me so I can look at you?” He places both hands behind his head, making his chest look even broader and emphasizing the bulk of his huge biceps.

I stand up and pull off my sleep shorts and tank top and feel his eyes burning me up as I straddle his lap, lowering myself over his crotch and grinding playfully. “Mm, little girl,” he growls, cupping my hips and ass with heavy hands. “You’re so fucking sexy. You see how you make Daddy feel when you sit on his lap?” He pulls me down hard against him, his erection pressing against my sore pussy, and I wriggle against him, the soreness almost pleasant, arousal blurring and transforming the pain.

“I want to give you something special,” I say timidly. “I wish I could have given you a better Father’s Day gift.”

“Oh, sweetie.” He smiles. “I love your gift.”

“But I mean, I want to give you something else. If you want to.” Suddenly I’m heating up with embarrassment. Surely this isn’t that hard to say. “Anal sex.” I blurt it out. “I thought maybe…would you like that?”

“Sweetheart,” he says gently, then his whole face transforms as a smile pulls at the corner of his eyes. He laughs—a delicious, low rumbling sound. “Wait. Are you saying you want to give me anal sex for Father’s Day?”

I can’t help but laugh either, an almost hysterical and involuntary reflex. When he puts it that way…it highlights the absurdity of this whole thing.

“I guess so,” I giggle. “I didn’t really mean it that way, but I guess so.”

“Oh, baby.” Placing one hand on the small of my back, and using the other to lift himself up, he pulls himself up into a sitting position, back against the wall, taking me with him so I’m still straddling him. It’s close, and intimate, our faces only a few inches apart, mine slightly higher than his. He raises his knees so that his thighs are against my back, and I feel deeply, safely cocooned by him. “It’s something I would love to do with you, but not tonight. We would have to work up to it, train you so you’re ready. Most women…not a lot of women want to do that with me. Because of my size.”

“I can take it,” I say bravely, and his eyes smoulder with heat.

“I know you can,” he says thickly. His cock, sandwiched between his belly and my pussy, jerks, and I feel proud of myself for offering him something he wants. “You take my cock so well now in your mouth and your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say shyly. Then: “Have you had anal sex before?”

“Me? Yes, I’ve done it before.”

“Have you ever done it with Melanie?” It’s an impulsive question. I shouldn’t want to know, shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t care—but I do.

“With your mother?” He’s buying time by repeating my questions. “Do you really want to know about stuff like that?”

I nod.

“Sweetie. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to talk about that.”

“Why?” It comes out more plaintive than I mean it to. “Just tell me. I just want to know.”

He sighs. “Yes. Yes, we’ve done it.”

“Oh.” I lower my head. I immediately regret asking. Knowing that Melanie has already given this to him makes me feel completely deflated.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently, nudging my cheek with his nose until he finds my mouth and planting a soft kiss to my lips. “With you it will be different. You know you’re my special little girl.”

“That’s what I want to be,” I murmur, with a sad smile. “I want to be special to you.”

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