Page 23 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

I made it this far.

I wasn’t going to let the night pass without at least kissing him once.

Once I figured out how to go about that, I wouldn’t stop myself from achieving my goal.

Sleep didn’t come easy. How could it when Dad was cupping my tits under my shirt? He had started a few minutes ago, and he kept pinching my nipples between his fingers.

His cock was getting hard, and I knew then that my plan would work out, without me doing much for it.

I sighed when he cupped one of my tits in his large hand, squeezing and massaging it slowly, almost as if he was examining me. I reached back with my left hand, needing to touch him too. I placed it on the side of his thigh, pulling him closer while I pressed back against his crotch.

He was only wearing his boxer, and with the thin fabric of my pajama pants, his cock could nestle itself between my ass cheeks. He started to move his hips, sliding his cock back and forth.

I was horny, and I hoped that this time, it wouldn’t just end with just a blowjob. “Can we have sex, Daddy?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet.

A groan left him, and he squeezed my tit harder until his touch made me squeal. It didn’t hurt, but the strength of his hand surprised me.

“You know we can’t, Tate.”

“But you want to.”

He laughed, easing his grip on my tit to touch the other. “Of course, I want to. But we can’t,” he repeated. “We don’t want to get caught, do we?”

I shrugged. I didn’t really care at this point.

“Naughty kitten,” he muttered, with his face buried in my hair. “I sure would like to know how it would feel to fuck this pussy. Look at you…all wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” He moved his hand from my tits to my pussy, sliding it into my pants, and cupping it with his palm pressed against my clit. “All this for me. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock inside you?”

Yes.

Yes!

“Please,” I begged, arching my back to feel more of his cock.

“You want me to fuck you with your mother right next to us. That’s what you want, baby?”

“Yes!” I cried out and started rolling my hips, rubbing against his cock while he kept his hand hooked around my pussy. “Please, Daddy.”

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that? Wanting your daddy to fuck your tight pussy with mommy next to us. That’s something only a little whore would want. Is that what you are, baby? A whore?”

“Yes!”

“Say it,” he hissed.

“I’m a whore.”

“That’s right. My little whore.”

I didn’t care what he called me. As long as he said that I was his, he could call me whatever he wanted. I had reached my goal already, but once he was inside of me, there was no way either of us could go back to being normal around each other.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and moved away from me. As he turned onto his back, he made me move on top of him, straddling his lap. I looked over at Mom just to make sure she was still asleep, and when I was certain that she was, I focused my attention on Dad again.

He had his hands on my hips, slowly moving me on top of him. My pussy slid along his length, and when I looked down, I could see the tip peeking out of the top of his boxers.

“Rub that pussy on me, baby. Come on, make me hard so I can fuck that tight hole,” he ordered. He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I rubbed on him, moving my hips back and forth as his cock hardened even more. My clit was pulsating, and the urge to come became stronger with every move I made.

“Please.” I started begging again, and I dug my fingers into his chest, needing to hold on to something.

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