Page 6 of Daddy's for December

My entire head buzzes when he places his mouth against my temple, then dips the tip of his finger just at my entrance. Heat simmers in my veins as I writhe against himhard,trying to fit more where I need it most. Sensing my urgency, he shoves in deep, forcing a moan from my throat. Before I know it, the sound drowns into his open mouth.

His free hand clutches the back of my neck as we collide. I’ve kissed a few boys in high school, but this feels so different. Those didn’t give me a twisted, tingly feeling in my belly. Ben’s jaw is so strong as it works over my mouth, then his tongue slides between my lips to part them and we meet.

As his finger thrusts in and out of my pussy, the sound it makes is obscene. The heel of his palm rubs my clit in just theway I need it to, but his kiss… it’s themostsensual thing about him. Domineering and possessive. He tastes like home.

I’m kissing my daddy.

Pressure builds inside me until I reach the point where I usually stop.

Breaking apart with a pant into my open mouth, he presses his forehead to mine. “You feel close, baby.”

“I-I can’t… I’m scared.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Just give yourself to Daddy.”

Knowing he cares for me and has so much more experience, I do. I let him take control of my body and hand over all my trust to the man surrounding me now. With just a few more plunges, that raging urgency becomes a violent fire that consumes me until I explode with pleasure.

“Daddy!” My back arches off his firm chest as I erupt, locked in a blissful state.

“Shh, yes, baby. There you go. Such a good girl.” His mouth moves to my neck and presses a soft kiss, then sucks some on my skin as I come down from the high in waves. Nerves jolt as I do, my body shaking with the intensity of my experience.

Ben pulls his hand from my center and lifts a sopping finger, showing me the evidence of our experience together. Then he slowly places it on my bottom lip. “Lick this, baby. Taste yourself on your daddy.”

Parting my mouth open, I use my tongue to surround the wet digit, getting a sense of the musky flavor of me mixed with his skin. A choked sigh sputters out of his mouth, and his cock surges once against my back. Then he grips my chin and pulls me to him for another kiss. The taste he had given me, I swap to his tongue.

This is it! We’re together! Iknewif I was with him, it wouldn’t take long.

He pulls back, his hands gripping my waist to sit me up. “Baby… You’re too young. You’re my goddaughter, and I’m not sure how Sherry would have felt about this. This is so wrong and I’m sorry to confuse you.” The bed dips as he stands, but I shove my skirt down, then grab his forearm before he walks away.

“No, Ben. It’s okay. I’mnottoo young! And we aren’trelated! It’s-it’s not bad.”

A look of sadness coats his blue eyes. His fingers brush back some of my hair as my gaze catches on the tent in his sweatpants. “We shouldn’t do this. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you need a father figure, a friend. I shouldn’t have… It was wrong of me to take advantage of you. I should know better.”

He steps away from me, and I feel so cold.

Keeping his focus on my face, he pauses at the doorway and says, “I’m going to make us some dinner and we can talk about my mistake more, if you need. Then I thought we could go pick out a Christmas tree to decorate together tonight. Would you like that?”

The fabric of my sweater scratches my hands as I try to straighten it. Everything felt sorightuntil just this moment. Now, it’s like he’s eager to run from me. Fromus.

It’s difficult, but I force a swallow, then give him a small nod as he hurriedly leaves.

What seemed to be a happy moment was just ruined by his fear. If he still thinks of me as his best friend’s daughter, I can’t help that. I mean, theywerebest friends before my mother married Rowan and they drifted apart.

But if he thinks I’m too young, I could show him how much I’ve matured now. I can’t give up. I’m completely in love with Ben Stone.

After cleaning up in my bathroom, I pull on some lined black leggings and top it with a tunic festive sweater. Slicking on a swath of red lipstick, I give my hair a once-over with the brush,then pile it into a high ponytail. My mascara has run a bit, so I tidy it up off my cheeks and apply some more. Underneath a pair of tall rubber boots, I slip into warm wool socks.

Cold weather clothing fills my suitcase, and my mind travels to the boxes I packed up at home. Ready to be shipped here as soon as Ben says I can move in permanently.

But a distant fear lines my thoughts that he won’t agree because of what just happened. Now I’m nervous to approach him and have never felt that way before.

By the time I reach the kitchen, the smell of steaks fills the downstairs. Ben plays some jazzy Christmas music on his phone attached to a speaker sitting on a counter. His worried eyes scan my body as I step off the last step and wander near the island.

“Want to help, baby?” Nodding, I slide around to the other side, where he points to some asparagus. “Steam that in the pot there. And grab the potatoes out of the oven when it goes off. These steaks may be about done.”

As I stand next to him at the stove, his eyes lower to glance down at my face. To lighten my glum mood, he bumps my hip with his, which makes me smile. “Remember, you used to hate corn, but loved asparagus?”

“Ha, yes. And you’d yell, ‘What kid?—’”

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