Preacher Man
I nod solemnly. “I’ll go with you anywhere.”
A corner of his mouth ticks up. “Maybe even the ocean.”
A smile spreads across my face and I feel his manhood spring to life against me. I look down into the bath and watch in fascination as his shaft unfurls and grows thick, the head lifting out of the water’s surface. Fullness blooms in my tummy and I feel a little zing in that little pebble of flesh between my thighs. “Is it playtime again, Daddy?” I whisper.
Joseph’s hands find my bottom and flex, molding the flesh roughly. “It’s always playtime when we’re alone, little girl.” His finger presses to the hole between my backside cheeks and I gasp. “Shhh. We need to be quiet. I’m not supposed to be in here while you bathe.”
I almost come then and there. Thank God I have a name to call it now. Coming. That place I’ve been building toward for so long, but not achieving. It’s now the place Joseph takes me by playing pretend with me. That’s what we’re doing, even though it feels so real. I can’t explain the deep, abiding desire inside me to play house with Joseph in this way. To pretend what we’re doing is against the rules. As if my mother is downstairs assuming me and Joseph are behaving the way a father and daughter would. But we’re not behaving. We’re too drawn to each other for that.
“I promise to be quiet,” I say, arching my back and lifting my breasts out of the water. Joseph’s eyes darken so rapidly, his breathing turning shallow, that I grow in confidence, leaning back and shaking my breasts for him. “Do you like that, Daddy?”
His hand disappears below that water and begins to disturb it immediately, his fist traveling up and down his big trunk of flesh. “That’s right. Shake them right to left. Give me a dirty, little show, baby girl.”
A giggle sails from my mouth, as natural as breathing. “You can play with them if you want to. I won’t tell.”
Daddy’s head falls back on a long groan, his hand moving faster and faster. “Come over here and sit on my lap. Give me a special hug with your little pink pussy, the way I taught you.”
Lust rains down on me with such force, locking my muscles, I wonder how I find the strength to straddle Daddy and let him angle his big shaft against the opening hidden away inside my folds. I bite my lip to stay quiet and hold on to his solid shoulders, letting him push me down, inch by inch. When it becomes too much, I let out a sob and Daddy puts a hand over my mouth.
“Quiet as a mouse, remember?”
“Sorry,” I whisper, when he takes his hand away.
Daddy leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making me squirm and gasp. “Do you remember what to tell her if we get caught?”
He’s letting me decide how far to take our game and I have no fear or reservations—only incredible, building excitement—when I say, “I tell her it’s my fault. You tried to resist me, but I kept teasing and teasing.”
His chest shudders and his hips start to roll beneath me, his manhood dragging in and out of my private hole. “That’s the truth, isn’t it? She left me alone with you too many times. After school, while she’s off at church. And there you are, sprawling out on your Daddy in nothing but T-shirts and panties, so he can’t concentrate on the ball game. There’s only so much a man can stand.”
That delicious build up is happening inside me again, partly because of Daddy’s forbidden words, but mostly because in this position, I can bear down hard and rub my pleasure spot on the base of his thickness. And oh God, I do. I start out slow, but in the end, I ride my Daddy so hard, water splashes over the side of the bathtub. Our breath rasps between us, both of us trying hard not to make a sound. Joseph’s grip on my bottom is so tight, he’s going to leave marks behind and I love that. I love it so much, I lean in next to his ear and say, “Bruise me, Daddy. I’ll tell her you spanked me for being bad.”
“Fuck,” he pushes through clenched teeth. “You’re making me come.”
On instinct, I tighten up the muscles cradling his pulsing rod. “That’s what little girls are for,” I whisper innocently. “Right, Daddy?”
I grind down one more time on his ample girth and let myself fly. Coming. I’m coming. Freefalling through a star studded night sky, my eyes rolling back in my head and everything below my waist squeezing hard, pulsating, pulsating and then I can do nothing but shake while relief courses through me, adrenaline still whipping in my blood stream. And love. My heart won’t let me forget about that.