What I did know was that every time he left the room rock hard, the telltale bulge in his pants
preceded him out the door.
Today was like any other. Cuffed and naked under my sheet. I’d found I could get just a little stimulation if I trapped the silky material between my thighs and rubbed them together, making the smooth fabric slide over my sensitive clit. It wasn’t much, but I went crazy trying to make more of it, twisting and turning as far as the cuffs would let me.
Suddenly there was a soft click, and my right hand was free. What? I examined the cuff. It hadn’t latched properly. My first thought was to reattach it, but then I remembered Daddy’s erection when he’d left the room. Maybe he was…
Curiosity got the better of me. Wrapping the sheet around me, I opened my door as quietly as I could and sneaked down the hallway. At the top of the stairs, I listened. There, a sound. A moan? It came from his bedroom. Holy shit.
With quiet steps I approached his door. It wasn’t fully shut, so very carefully, I nudged it further open. He was on the bed, stark naked, fisting his huge cock. As if hypnotized, I stared at his large hand skimming up and down the slippery shaft while he moaned. My nipples tightened and warmth rushed through me, like a blush or a fever. This was so hot.
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He whispered words, difficult to make out. Sometimes one or two were audible. “Yeah,” or “Suck it.” Things like that. I wanted him to tell me those things. To hear him say them to his little girl. I’d be his little whore if he wanted me to. Anything he wanted.
I rubbed myself frantically as his strokes sped up. His hips pushed off the bed, and I knew he was getting close. I’d never seen a guy shoot before, and I watched with wide open eyes, determined not to miss a thing while I rapidly approached my own finish, my breaths coming
faster and heavier.
“Fuck. Fuck! Take it, Kaylee. All over your face.” The first spurt jetted out of him, a thick arc of white that splashed onto his chest. Another followed and another. Each one slightly shorter, slightly smaller until the last of it slid lazily out of the tip and onto his clutching fingers.
