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  “I am!”

  “You’re not a little girl anymore, Layla. You’re eighteen now.”

  “I know that, Daddy.”

  The place under my panties is getting even warmer. It feels slippery. It’s making me feel good but also … needy. I need something but I don’t know what. “I feel tingly.”

  “Tingly? Where?”

  “I’m not telling.”

  This makes him smile. “Good tingly?”

  “Yes.” Very good tingly. “Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “How will you make me feel like I’m floating?”

  “Well, I’d have to take your panties off to do that.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Will you make the tingles go away?”

  “I’ll turn them into something even better. But I’m only going to do that if you ask me to.”

  I know what we’re doing is naughty. Daddy’s very naughty. And so am I. I’m tired of being a goody-good all the time. I want to have some fun with my new Daddy. “I do want you to. Please, Daddy?”

  His hands stop touching me and he gazes down at me with those tiger eyes.

  I don’t want him to stop touching me. I like the way it feels. I think he might be teasing me by pulling away. He knows I like what he’s doing. “Daddy!”

  “Do you want to show Daddy your sweet little pussy?”

  Pussy. This makes me giggle again. “Daddy.”

  “Say it to me, or I won’t do it.”

  “I want you to, Daddy,” I plead. “Pretty please?”

  “Pretty please what? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

  “I want you to take off my panties.”

  “What else?”

  My face gets hot. And so do my nipples. “I want to show you my … pussy.” I giggle again. God, Daddy’s so funny and naughty and fun.

  He starts peeling off my bikini bottom.

  I close my legs because it feels weird to be naked like this with Daddy watching me.

  “How am I going to see your pink pussy if you do that, baby girl? Do you want to show Daddy?”

  “Yes.” I feel shy, but I open my legs a little so Daddy can see me.

  “You’re so pretty, honey. Fuck, you’re a gorgeous girl.”

  “Daddy,” I scold him.

  Daddy makes me want to give him anything he wants. I like pleasing him.

  “Do you want Daddy to touch your sweet little soft pussy, honey? And turn those tingles into waves of pleasure that are so good you’ll cry and float and feel better than you’ve ever felt?”

  Daddy’s so funny. But the tingles are making me feel kind of … crazy. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Open your legs wider.”

  I do what he says. His blue eyes look darker. The black middle part has taken over the blue.

  Very slowly, he glides his fingers over my … pussy.

  “Oh.” He’s right. The tingles feel bigger now, and deeper.

  “Daddy’s going to play with your little pink button and push you right over the edge of pleasure now, baby. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Daddy’s fingers rub and tease a place that’s so sensitive, it makes me gasp and open my legs wider.

  He flicks me with his thumb, and one of his fingers even pokes inside me, which hurts a little, but in a good way.

  The tingles turn into one big wave of the best feeling I’ve ever had. It starts where his fingers are playing with me and grows into a huge tidal wave of pleasure. Where his other finger is, barely inside me, my pussy starts squeezing around his finger, like my muscles are flexing without me even doing it. It feels so good.

  “Oh, Daddy.”

  “That’s my baby girl. Come for Daddy.”

  I don’t know where he wants me to come to, but I can’t move. My inner muscles are still fluttering around the tip of his finger.

  I am floating.

  His fingers keep playing and the ripples keep going. When they finally stop, I feel sleepy and limp. Daddy smooths my hair back and kisses my lips with his mouth open. He even touches his tongue to my lips.

  “My sweet little Layla,” he murmurs.

  “I want to stay with you forever, Daddy,” I coo, but my eyes feel sleepy.

  “Me too, baby girl. You’re mine.”

  I like the way he says that.

  You’re mine.

  Daddy and I spend all our time together. We swim and I go to his home office with him. He has lots of computers. He does some things with banking, he tells me, and he shows me some of the numbers.

  Later, I take a bath and he helps soap me.

  He dries me off with a towel and helps me put on a nightie. “No panties,” he says. “Daddy wants to be able to see your pussy any time I want, baby.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  He tucks me in.

  “Daddy, can I have a goodnight kiss?”

  He smiles at me. I like Daddy’s smile. He reminds me of that tiger again. “Climb onto Daddy’s lap and give me a good night kiss, sweet girl.”

  I climb on to Daddy’s lap. He’s so big, and hard all over. He has hard ridges and scratchy whiskers. I kiss his lips. I leave my lips open a little, like he does, and I’m surprised when Daddy’s tongue licks into my mouth. I giggle a little because it feels funny, but he tastes good. He tastes like wine. The way his tongue is pushing into my mouth makes my pussy feel tingly all over again.

  “Your puffy little pussy is getting wet for Daddy.” Daddy sounds like he’s growling.

  “It’s not wet!”

  “Wet means you want Daddy to touch you again.”

  I know I’m being naughty, but I do want Daddy to touch me again. It feels so good when he puts his fingers on my pussy. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl. First I want to play a game with you, sweetheart.”

  “I love games!”

  “Did you like when Daddy touched your nipples?”

  I giggle when he says nipples. But then I say shyly, “Yes.”

  “Guess what Daddy wants to do.”

  “What?”

  “I want to taste your sweet little nipples, honey. I want you to feed them to me so I can lick them, like candy.”

  I giggle again. What a funny game.

  “Let’s take off your nightie so we can play.”

  Daddy pulls my nightie off. He moves me so I’m straddling him and I can kneel and lift up to him so my nipples are close to his mouth.

  “Daddy loves your breasts, baby girl. They’re so bouncy and sweet. I bet they taste real good.”

  I want to please my Daddy. So I feed one of my nipples to him, sliding it between his lips. He starts licking me gently. It feels good. His blue eyes are dark again, watching my eyes. I love the way he looks at me, like wants to eat me alive. Like he loves me.

  Then he starts sucking on my nipple and it makes me squirm and giggle again. I feel warm, not just in my nipples. My whole body feels sort of sweet and wet. Daddy takes both of my full breasts in his rough hands and squeezes them together so he can take both of my nipples in his mouth. Then he starts sucking on them. The sweet heat starts overflowing in my pussy and the wave of melting pleasure makes my inside muscles ripple again, even though Daddy’s not even touching me there.

  “Daddy!”

  “That’s my good girl. You like coming for Daddy, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Daddy licks into my mouth again and kisses me for a long time, then he lays me into bed and tucks me in. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

  I wish Daddy didn’t have to leave.

  He closes the door, and I already miss him.

  When I wake up I put on a short pink sundress. I reach for some panties but then I remember what Daddy said, so I leave them off.

  I go downstairs and Daddy is making breakfast.

  “I hope you like pancakes
,” he grins. He’s so handsome.

  “I love pancakes!”

  He lifts me up and sets me on the marble counter. He’s so strong. He starts serving up two plates of pancakes. He puts butter and maple syrup on them.

  “From now on, Daddy’s going to feed you.”

  Daddy’s funny.

  He feeds me a bite from his fork.

  “Yummy, Daddy. You’re a good cook.”

  “Lift your dress. I want to see if you obeyed Daddy.”

  I do. I show him that I’m not wearing any panties. Then I poke my tongue out at him because he’s so funny.

  This makes him laugh.

  But then his face gets serious. “Take your dress off,” he says.

  I don’t want Daddy to get mad at me so I take it off.

  “Open your legs.”

  Naughty Daddy.

  I open my legs.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he says, touching his finger gently to my pussy.

  “Daddy’s,” I tell him.

  “Good girl.”

  He feeds me some more. Then he takes his finger and dips it in the maple syrup. He touches his finger to one of my nipples.

  “Daddy, is this another one of your games?”

  “Sure is, sugar pie.”

  He puts maple syrup on my other nipple, too.

  Then he dips his finger again and touches it, very softly, to my pussy.

  “Daddy! You’re making me all messy.”

  “Daddy will clean you up, baby. Lie back for me so Daddy can lick it all off.”

  Daddy helps me lie back. He opens my legs so he can clean me. He starts with my breasts. He’s rougher this morning than he was last night. His mouth pulls on my nipples until all the syrup is off. It almost hurts a little and my nipples get pink. But it also feels good and my pussy starts to get puffy and wet again.

  He starts kissing and licking a line down my tummy. “Daddy, are you really going to clean me everywhere?”

  “I have to, honey, since I got you all sticky. Do you want Daddy to clean you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He touches two fingers to the syrup again and puts even more on my pussy. He slides his fingers back even further, to my bottom. “Daddy! That’s so naughty!”

  “Daddy likes naughty, baby girl.”

  He turns me on my side and pushes my knee way up so he can lick me. He even pushes his tongue into a very secret place. I squirm but it feels good, too. What he’s doing with his tongue is making my pussy even stickier.

  Then he lays me onto my back again and holds my legs open. He’s so strong. His tongue licks my pussy greedily. He wants to get me very clean. Daddy’s beard is scratchy. He sucks on my button and pushes his finger just inside me, rubbing me, in and out. When he flicks my button with his tongue the pleasure rush is so big it makes me cry a little. I’m floating again. The inside of my pussy is clenching tightly around his finger and each time it does, it feels so good I make little noises I can’t even control. Little moans that sound like coos.

  I touch my fingers to his thick hair. “Daddy, that feels so good.”

  “I like making my sweet baby feel good.”

  Once I’m nice and clean Daddy puts my dress back on.

  We spend the whole day together. I’ve never been as happy as I am when I’m with Daddy.

  I love my new Daddy so much.

  I wake in the night.

  I’m all alone. I’m not used to being alone.

  Daddy tucked me in again and made more tingles. He likes giving me lots of tingles and I like it, too.

  I jump when a huge crack of thunder crashes in the sky.

  I’m scared. The wind is blowing and the rain is pelting against the window.

  There’s a flash of lightning.

  I get up. I don’t have my nightie on because Daddy took it off when he gave me tingles at bedtime. I can’t find it.

  Another loud bang scares me.

  I go out my bedroom door and tiptoe down the hallway. I open Daddy’s door and sneak into his room and I crawl into bed with him. I snuggle up close to him. “Daddy?”

  He wakes up. “What’s the matter, baby? Are you crying?”

  “I’m scared.”

  He holds me in his strong arms and I feel safe. Nothing can hurt me when I’m with my Daddy. He wipes my tears and kisses my lips.

  I try to get closer. I want to get as close as I can because there’s no better feeling in the world than my big, warm Daddy.

  “Shh,” he murmurs. “Don’t be scared. Daddy’s here.”

  I touch my fingers to his chest. He’s so hairy, like a big bear.

  Daddy kisses me and I open my mouth so he can push his tongue inside. I suck on his tongue because I want to take him inside me.

  Daddy groans when I do that.

  I crawl closer and I feel something against my hand. Something big and hard and hot. Daddy’s sheet has come off a little and I can see that it’s him. It’s a big, hard … thing.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “Don’t be scared, honey.”

  “Is that … ?”

  He sounds like he’s laughing a little. “That’s Daddy’s cock, baby. Don’t be scared of me. You’re a big girl now.”

  Daddy’s cock is so … gigantic.

  “You can touch it if you want to, sweetheart. It’s not dangerous.”

  It looks dangerous. It looks angry-hot and it’s … leaking.

  But I do want to touch it. I want to see what it feels like.

  I touch my fingers to it, but then quickly pull them away.

  “Daddy. It’s so hard. And hot.”

  “That’s because it thinks you’re so pretty, baby girl.”

  “It does?”

  “It does. It’s not always this hard. It’s hard just for you.”

  I carefully touch it again. It rears up a little when I touch it, and leaks a little more. It’s smooth and silky. I feather my fingers along its length and Daddy groans again, like it’s painful.

  “Does it hurt, Daddy?”

  “No, baby. It feels good.”

  I like that I can make my Daddy feel good. He makes me feel good all the time. And here’s something I can do for him.

  I touch him some more and squeeze my hand around him lightly.

  “Fuck,” he says.

  “Daddy,” I scold him gently.

  “If you keep doing that, sweetheart, Daddy’s going to come.”

  “Come? What’s come?”

  “You know how Daddy makes your tingles turn into pleasure waves?”

  “Yes.”

  “Daddy comes, too, but it’s … wetter.”

  “What happens when you come, Daddy?”

  “Well … liquid comes out.”

  That’s so weird. “What kind of liquid? What does it look like?”

  “Like cream, sort of.”

  “Does it taste like cream?”

  He laughs again. “I don’t think so.”

  “What does it taste like?”

  Daddy thinks my questions are funny. “It’s salty, so I’m told.”

  “Salty?”

  “Yes. And milky.”

  “How much comes out?”

  “A lot.”

  “I want to see it come out. I want to taste it.”

  Daddy stares down at me sort of sternly.

  “Don’t you want me to, Daddy?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “How do I make it come out?”

  “There are lots of ways.”

  “Can I … lick you, Daddy? Will that make it come out?”

  His eyes are like blue embers, burning. “Yes.”

  “Let me try, Daddy. Please?”

  “I’ll let you do anything you want, baby. You know that.”

  “I want to lick and suck on you like a lollipop. I love lollipops.”

  “That will definitely make me come, sweethear
t.”

  Daddy’s breathing is heavier now. I think he likes the thought of me licking him like a lollipop. I want to make my Daddy happy.

  So I crawl down his big, hard body. I carefully take his huge cock in my hands. And I lick the tip, where some of his cream is already leaking out. It is salty. And milky.

  “Oh, fuck, baby.”

  I don’t even bother scolding Daddy for his bad word. I think he’s feeling like I do, before the tingles turn into tidal waves. He’s gripping the sheet with his fists.

  I lick him again. Then I suck on the round part at the end like a lollipop. It’s so thick. “Does this feel good, Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

  I want my Daddy to come. So I do it again. I suck harder. I can’t suck on much of it because it’s so big. So I play his cock with my hands as I suck on the end. I touch my tongue to the little opening, where the cream comes out.

  I squeal with surprise when Daddy’s cock starts jerking in my hands and the cream starts shooting out of it like a fountain. Some of it shoots into my mouth and I try to swallow it but there’s too much. I drink some of Daddy’s cream but lots of it shoots onto my face and drips down my chin and onto my breasts.

  “Daddy, you were right. There’s so much.” I’m sort of covered in it.

  Daddy’s floating, I can tell. So I just keep licking more of his cream. I like the taste. I like that it’s my Daddy’s.

  Then he pulls me up to him. He wipes my face with the sheet but he smooths his cream over my breasts and my tummy. I can tell that he likes that I’m covered in it. “My baby girl.”

  “My Daddy.”

  I love him.

  “Daddy, when can I have my party?”

  I can’t tell if Daddy’s just distracted, but it takes him a minute to answer. “How about this afternoon.”

  “Yay!” I give Daddy a kiss.

  “Layla, you know our games are our little secret, right? No one else needs to know about them. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I like that Daddy and me have our own secrets.

  “When your friends are here, you can wear panties. And it’s best if you call me Dallas around other people. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Those things are just for us.”

  “I love you, Daddy.”