Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Cupping her face, I look down at her full mouth, and I have the intense urge to kiss her. Dads kiss their girls on the mouth, right? Bending down, I give her a quick peck and then lick my own lips after. I can taste the sweet candy she was sucking on, and like she can read my mind, she slides the lollipop back in her mouth.
“Let’s get your bags.” I pull her close to my side mostly so I can hide her from the men that are openly staring at her.
“I’m so happy to be here.” She rests her hand on my stomach as we walk, and I keep my arm around her waist.
“Me too, baby girl.” I try not to think about how her hand is slowly going back and forth over my stomach as we get her bags and make our way out to the truck.
I open the passenger door for her, but my truck is so tall I have to help her up. She has to bend over to get the seatbelt for me and I can’t help but glance down at her ass. Her skirt is hiked up, and I can almost see between her legs. Forcing myself to look away, I buckle her in and go around to the other side of the truck. Before I get in, I adjust my cock and then squeeze it to try and make it go down. It doesn’t work.
“Are you tired?” I ask on the way to the house, and she yawns.
“I’m so sleepy.” She’s finished her lollipop, and I watch as she puts her thumb in her mouth.
“Don’t tell me you still do that,” I tease as I take her thumb out of her mouth and hold her hand.
“I can’t help it. My mouth feels empty if there’s not something in it.” She pouts and then grabs another lollipop from her bag.
I think about seeing her on the escalator and how I fantasized about giving her something to suck on and I have to look out the window. I didn’t know it was my baby girl when I had those thoughts, and I have to make myself stop. Yeah, she’s eighteen, but it’s wrong, and I know I can’t act on this urge.
“Do you think I can nap when we get home?” she asks, bringing me away from my thoughts.
“We can do anything you want,” I offer and squeeze the hand I’m still holding. Kimmy pulls it onto her lap, and I can feel her bare thighs as my hand rests between them.
“Good because all I want to do is cuddle together while we watch a movie and fall asleep in your arms.”
Suddenly the thoughts that fill my mind are ones that a father should never have.
Chapter Two
BEAR
“I didn’t pack pajamas.” Kimmy pouts as she walks into my bedroom.
“Why not?” I ask, seeing that she’s still got on the same outfit from the airport despite the fact that we unpacked all of her clothes in her room. She didn’t have much, so I promised her we would go shopping tomorrow.
“The ones Mommy bought me were big and itchy.” She shrugs and walks over to my dresser. “Can I wear one of your shirts?”
“Of course, baby girl.” I walk up behind her as she grabs one out and then turns to face me.
“Is this one okay?” She holds up a threadbare plain white tee, and I nod. It’s an old work shirt, but it’s clean even if it’s see-through.
Just as I’m about to show her where the bathroom is, she pulls on her tank top and starts to take it off. I whip around and give her my back as I begin to scold her.
“Kimmy you can’t just take your clothes off around the house like that. You live with me now.”
“So?” she says, and I can hear clothes hitting the floor. “You’re my daddy. What does it matter?”
I think about her bare breasts and I have to close my eyes tight. “It’s just not right, okay?”
“Fine.” I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Can we watch a movie now?”
“Are you dressed?” I ask as I reach down and make sure that my hard-on is tucked away even though I’m wearing thin basketball shorts that don’t hide much. I changed when we got back so I’m only in shorts and a T-shirt.
“Yes.” She sighs dramatically, and I turn around to see her in my oversized shirt. It covers her better than her clothes, which are laying in a pile at her feet. She must have taken everything off.
“Do you need another lollipop?” I ask when I catch her sliding her thumb into her mouth again.
“No.” She takes it away quickly and then yawns.
When we get to the living room, there’s only the one small couch and nothing else for seating. Since I live alone and always sent any extra money to Kimmy’s mom, I don’t have much for myself. I’ll have to change that soon since she’ll be living with me full-time.