Page 5 of Daddy's for December
Hurriedly, I jump out of the shower and run a towel through my wet hair before wrapping it around my waist and hurrying to her room. Stopping halfway, I glance down at myself. If I don’t want to scare her more, I should get dressed.
Rushing back into my room, I toss on some gray sweatpants and an old university T-shirt, then head down the hall again.
But when I approach her room, my breath catches in my chest.
In between the crack of the open door, my eyes behold my little girl, lying on her bed with her skirt hiked up, legs spread wide, and one hand shoved into her panties. She writhes on the comforter, thrusting her full bosom out of her thin top as her back arches.
My baby is masturbating after seeing me… I try not to groan, but a whimper escapes at the sight of her beautiful body moving and undulating with such grace and eroticism. Sharp pains shoot down my hand as my teeth dig into my knuckle to contain the sounds erupting from my throat. I should just walk away. Go, Ben… As I’m about to, her eyes snap open and find me gaping at her awkwardly.
“Daddy!”
Three
WINTER
Ben freezes in the doorway, a palm hanging on the frame as if he’s stopping himself from bolting inside. I strategically left it wide open for him, like I thought he’d done for me in his bathroom. Seeing him stroke himself and explode by saying my name let me know I was onhismind. Just as much as he’s been on mine.
We’re supposed to be together.
His broad chest rises as he gasps. “Baby…” There’s a warning tone underneath a sense of awe. The sternness of his daddy voice makes me desperate for him. He seems stunned as his eyes focus on my exposed core. With my plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my fingers delve between my spread thighs.
“Daddy, will you help me?”
Tension eases in his shoulders, and his foot takes one step across the threshold. Who knew Ben would be so nervous around me?
“Wha-what do you need help with, baby?”
“I-I’m kind of embarrassed. I don’t know how to, um… I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm before.”
Some of his brown locks fall across his forehead, darker from being wet. His blue eyes continue to stare at my fingers, which dance across my throbbing clit underneath my panties. The way he watches me, and the forming tent in his sweatpants, makes me even hotter between my legs.
“Baby, I… I’m yourgodfather. I can’t be?—”
“No, you’reBen. And I’m Winter.” Taking one wet finger out from beneath the polka dot thong, I press it to my lips and give him some sultry eyes. Or I hope they are. My lower lip quivers as I beg him, “Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck! You’re a naughty little girl. You know that? Absolutely irresistible.” He strides to the bed and points. “Slide your panties off.”
The gruffness of his commands makes my pussy throb with need. I don’t think I’ve ever been this soaked before. Peeling off my wet underwear, I toss them aside as he climbs on the bed behind me.
Tingles shoot down my spine as his soft murmur tickles my ear. “Lay back on my chest, baby.” I do, and he takes each of my thighs and spreads them wide over his own. The climbing rate of my pulse pounds with the feel of his warm body against mine. Involuntarily, my lower back arches with some discomfort.
“I need help.” It comes out as a whisper, but the sentiment of desperation is there. I needBen, my daddy. The only father figure I’ve ever had.
His hands gather my long hair and place it gently over to one side. The shoulder of my sweater slides off, and it tickles when his stubble brushes against it. I press back into his chest just to feel more of him around me. Formidable arms surround me until my entire body relaxes in his hold. When his fingers brush against my knees, I jolt, a sharp breath passing my parted lips.
“No one’s ever touched you before?” Sliding his smooth palm up my thigh, his deep voice sends sparks straight to my needy core.
“No, no one.”
The deep groan he makes rumbles through my ribcage. With every inch his hand conquers, my arousal escalates to an unbearable proportion. My breath comes out ragged and shallow. By the time his finger hovers over where I need it most, he pauses. “You want your daddy to touch you here?”
“Yes, I need it.”
One firm pad of his long digit presses into the sensitive area and my insides jostle so much, it feels like a tense cramp. When he adds a second to my apex, my hips thrust into his hand, trying to chase the ecstasy it holds.
“Baby, you’re doing so good. Just like that. Have you ever put one inside?”
His lips are so close to mine when I turn to face him. Both of our cheeks flush with a fervent fever I don’t want the cure for. “N-no. Will you?”