Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Panic builds in my chest like a pressure cooker. I make myself get up and pour the rest of my coffee in the sink. “I think you should do what you think is best. But I’ve got to be honest, I don’t like the idea of you going to a place like that. Besides, it’s pretty far…”
I trail off, trying to gauge her response. I don’t want to push her.
She sighs. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
In a burst of action, she crumples the blank paper into a tight ball and tosses it aside. Staring at the crumpled page, I feel like the biggest pile of shit on the planet. This is all my fault; I’m the reason she feels this way.
“Let me take your mind off it,” I say, resting my hands on her shoulders from behind. “It’s a beautiful day. Let’s go out, have a picnic.”
She brightens at this. “Really?”
“Sure. You go get dressed. I’ll get everything ready.”
We’re on the road in under an hour, windows down, radio blaring, and a picnic basket ratchet-strapped to my truck bed. I know exactly where I’m taking her: Big Ridge Lake, just south of Norris Lake. It’s too cold to swim this time of year, but the view is still pretty.
I pick a spot near the tree line, and spread a gingham blanket down beneath a lopsided willow that keeps the sun off us. We eat turkey sandwiches and sip sparkling cider while we watch the ducks paddle by in neat little rows. Tatum tosses the popcorn we brought into the water to catch their attention, and soon enough, she’s attracted a crowd.
I watch her feed the ducks, looking less burdened than she did this morning. She’s got on a pale-blue dress with a high neckline and a higher hem. Just staring at her thighs makes my pants feel tighter. I think of stripping her naked and taking her right here in the park where anyone could see, where everyone would know that she is completely mine. In my imagination, she’s face-down on the blanket with her gorgeous round ass in the air and my cock deep inside her. It’s not long before I’m practically salivating, I want her so badly.
When the popcorn’s gone and the ducks have taken their leave, she returns to the blanket.
“What’s that look for?” she asks me. From the way she’s biting her lip, I suspect she knows exactly what I’m thinking, or something close to it. I wrap my arm around her waist and press my lips to the shell of her ear.
“I want to make you come,” I say plainly, appreciating the color as it rises into her cheeks.
“Now?” she whispers.
“Now.”
“But Daddy—” she begins, and I raise a hand. She silences immediately.
“I know where we are, but there’s no one around. Besides, your pussy is mine whenever I want it, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
“And I want it now.”
After a quick glance around the empty park, she begins inching her skirt up her thighs. I lay my hand over hers to stop her.
“I want you on your hands and knees, baby girl.” It makes my dick ache, how quickly she follows my instructions. I kneel behind her and lift her skirt, exposing her pale yellow panties.
“Face down, sweetheart,” I say, my tone gruff with the force of my arousal. She complies, and her ass lifts a bit higher in the air. I take my time sliding her panties down over the curve of her bottom, letting them pool in the crook of her knees. She’s a vision, her sweet cunt glistening already.
“Spread your legs a bit wider for me, baby.”
“But, Daddy, what if someone sees?”
“You think I’d let anyone else get a look at this juicy pussy?”
“No…”
“Trust me, there’s no one around for miles.”
“But—”
“I’ll take care of you,” I say, and I will. Nothing will happen, and no one will see this beautiful pussy but me.
She gasps as I slide my middle finger between her folds, finding the hard little nub of her clitoris. I rub gently, teasing a whimper from her lips as she begins to squirm against me. The skin of her bottom dots with goosebumps as a breeze hits us both. I smile and rub her a little harder.
“Please, Daddy,” she whispers. I grin, my erection straining painfully against my jeans. But I won’t fuck her here, at least not with my cock.
I slide two fingers into her greedy little cunt and curl them forward, putting pressure on her favorite spot. She lets out a cry that echoes over the lake, and I wonder if anyone’s heard her. Part of me hopes that they have. Stilling my hand, I chuckle devilishly as she begins to move of her own volition, fucking herself on my fingers and reaching up to stroke her clit.
“You want to come, don’t you, baby girl?”