“Ouch…Daddy” I breathed out, as he clashed my mouth with his tongue. His scent was so irresistible. His hands moved gently against my skin. He was caressing my neck bone and arms, I felt his hands cupping my breast, squeezing them gently and ignoring me with a soft burning sweet sensation. He roamed his hands towards my nipples and pinched my nipples like he wanted suck on them.
His lips came down to my neck slowly, licking and leaving love bites. The adrenaline in me was becoming pleasurable. As my fingers scratched against his hair. Pulling him closer. I didn't know what I wanted.
“D…Daddy…”
“Shhh… baby girl… just get ready for what I'm about to do to you,” his voice sent chills against ear.
His hands slid to my thighs as he pushed them up and spread them apart. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breast danced in the rhythm. He lowered his head slightly forward and licked my nipple, playing with it with his tongue and soon started to suck it like his favorite lollipop while his other hand slowly slid into my panties. He allowed his other finger to undress me while he played naughty with my nipples. I let out a soft moan and my back arched.
I started to feel different at every touch. Something wet was slippery between my thighs. Daddy saw it and said. “You're so wet… I want to see what they taste like.”
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Millie's POV
[Background Song: Chris Brown's "Under the Influence”]
Millie Jones gripped the edge of the passenger seat, her knuckles pale against the worn leather. The journey was almost beginning to seem endless. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, flanked by dense pines that blurred into a green haze as Richard drove. She hadn’t said more than ten words since they left the house three hours ago. Why bother? This trip had been doomed from the start. Her mother, Adrianna, was supposed to be here. The three of them would finally be doing the “family bonding” thing Adrianna had hyped up for months. But at the last possible minute, her mother had called with that familiar, airy excuse.
“There is a work emergency. One of the partners needs me on a big case. You two go ahead and have fun!”
The subtext was always the same, another weekend with whatever new fling had her distracted this month. Millie’s stomach twisted at the thought. Her mother’s infidelity wasn’t new, but it still stung like salt in an old wound. And now she was stuck with him, of all people. Richard. Her stepfather of six long years. She couldn't believe he had lasted that long. She stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye. Then her thoughts drifted slightly; Forty-five, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that somehow made him look distinguished rather than old. His hands rested confidently on the steering wheel, veins standing out against tanned skin. He wore a simple gray henley that stretched across his chest, the sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle from weekend projects around the house. Objectively, he was attractive. Millie hated that she noticed.
“You okay over there?” Richard’s voice was low and steady, the same calm tone he always used even when she was being difficult. It irritated her.
“Fine,” she muttered, turning back to the window. The air conditioning hummed, but the late summer heat still pressed against the glass.
Her tank top clung lightly to her skin, and she tugged at the hem of her denim shorts, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg they showed. Her hair was quite messy. The air played swiftly, enabling her hair to swirl across her face. Stupid. It wasn’t like he was looking. The music played all along.