Page 51 of Rayna's Daddy

“Yeah, I am kind of hungry.” I rubbed my tummy and pretended not to know what he was talking about.

Kyler smirked and my insides flipped. I wasn’t fooling him.

He removed my sweater and threw it in the hamper. He gathered the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head.

I covered my chest with my arms.

“You don’t need to hide from Daddy.” He cupped my cheek.

“My boobs are too small.” I whisper.

He leaned in and kissed me. I lifted my head to deepen the kiss. He pulled back. “Your tits are perfect.”

He kissed me again and pushed my hands away and cupped one of my tits. I shudder. His palm caressed my nipples. They were beaded and ached. He grabbed it between his fingers and twisted. The sensation sent a shot of pleasure straight between my legs. Kyler leaned over the rise of my breast. His tongue moved down and captured my hard nipple in his mouth. I arched my chest and grabbed the back of his neck.

He switched to the other breast. I didn’t realize how sensitive my breasts were. While he worshipped my boobs, he peels my wet panties down my legs.

I step out of them. He released my nipples with a pop.

“Okay, in the shower you go.” He nudged me forward.

I pulled the elastic band out of one of the ponytails.

“Let me do that.” Kyler removed the other tie and ran his hand through my hair.

“In you go.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxer briefs down his legs. “You’re staring, little girl.”

“I can’t help it.” I sigh, and step into the shower.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He steps in after me. “This shower isn’t about sex, it’s to get you clean.”

“Yeah, Daddy.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Nothing sexy about that at all.”

He chuckled and moved me under the spray. Then he turned on the knob on the opposite wall. I look around the stall, noticing five or six other shower heads at different angles and different heights and one big one in the ceiling.

Kyler followed my gaze. He smiled and grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up with shower gel. He rubbed it all over me, taking his time massaging every inch. Kyler didn’t miss a spot. He rubbed the cloth between my legs. It got me worked up all over again. Once we were all soaped up. Kyler held me to him.

“You ready?” He reached behind me and pushed a button. “Hold on.”

I yelp and grab Kyler around the waist as the water poured down over us. A steady downpour covered us both, washing the soap, and the evidence of our releases down the drain.

I leaned against him, letting the deluge lull me into peace. I felt safe in Daddy’s arms.

A few minutes later, Kyler turned off the water.

“No, Daddy.” I reached for the knob to turn it back on. It was like we were standing inside of a rainstorm.

“We can enjoy the shower more later.” He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me drying me off.

“Bath time and shower time.” I huffed. “We have a lot to do.”

“We do.” He kissed my neck. My skin tingled. “Good thing we have all the time in the world.” He said it so matter of fact like we had a future.

“But you don’t have time for a little?” His own words echoed in my head.

“We will talk about that and many other things over dinner.” He wraps a towel around his waist and continues drying me off. “Let’s get you dressed.”

We walked back out to the bedroom. My suitcase laying open on his bed. He flipped through my clothes and frowned. He picked out a t-shirt with the word dangerous written across the front in pink glitter, with a pair of plaid cotton shorts and pink and white striped knee-high socks.

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