I glance around the kitchen.It’s large, probably the size of my living room and kitchen combined.This cabin was Granddad’s wedding gift to my parents.Like most of Granddad’s gifts, it’s over-the-top luxurious.
“Remember that time you came down here in the middle of the night?”I ask.
Leah smiles.“Last time we were here?Yeah.You were sneaking one of your dad’s edibles.You looked like I caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.”
“Yeah, that time.”I laugh.
“You acted so weird.Were you high, or what?”
“No.”I take a step toward her, then another.The tile floor is cool under my feet.
Goosebumps rise on her arms.She has to tilt her head back to see my face.“Then what was it?I stood here for ages, waiting to get some leftover cake from the fridge, and you didn’t move.”
“Do you remember what you were wearing?”
She gives me a puzzled look.“Pajamas, I guess.”
“Yeah.Let me tell you about those pajamas.The top was light purple.It had lace right here.”I trace a line across her T-shirt above her breasts.
Her pupils widen, darkening her blue eyes, obliterating the flecks of amber.She sucks in shallow breaths.
“And it came up to here.”I trace a line above her belly button.“And the little shorts you wore with it?Fuck, baby.They made your ass look so spankable.I stood behind the fridge door because I was trying to hide.You made my dick so hard it was painful.”
“I had no idea.”She rests her palm against my chest, just over my heart.“I wish I’d known.”
“Yeah?Why?”
“Because then I would’ve done this.”She grabs a hand towel and folds it a few times.After setting it on the floor in front of my feet, she kneels on top of it.
My heart thunders with anticipation.All my blood roars south.“Baby girl, what are you doing?”
“Let me taste your cock…Daddy.”
4
Dmitri
She called meDaddyagain.I stare down at her.I can’t think.I can’t fucking breathe.All the blood in my body has gone straight to my dick.
“Please?”Leah looks up at me, her eyes searing my soul.All that blue, all for me.Those long lashes fan over her cheeks as she blinks.“I really want to taste you.”
I want to yank off my pants and stuff myself down her throat, but I force myself to relax.I want to savor every moment.“Taste me where?”
“This part of you.”She touches my upper thigh and slides her palm toward my bulging cock, which is currently fighting against the confines of denim.
I hate denim.I hate all clothes, all barriers.
I unbutton my jeans, shove them down just far enough to pull out my cock.“This is what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
That honorific warms me all through.I want to pound my chest with pride.My little girl wants my cock?She can have it.
I yank off my shirt so I can see better.“Open wide.”
She parts those luscious lips.Instead of thrusting right in, I trace her mouth with my tip.Every warm, wet slide teases my nerve endings.Her tongue flicks out and tastes me.
“Fuck.”Can’t wait anymore.I push into her mouth.
