Sleep With My Daddy

Chapter ４

It's a brief discussion, and then I get off the ottoman and go up to him. I go to straddle him, but he jerks his head away. “No. It's time to back up and change course. "Take a nap" Any time I don't do what he wants right away, he manipulates me to fit his purposes. My feet and shins were propped up against the back of the sofa while I was urged to lie on my stomach in front of the TV. Because we aren't physically touching, the situation seems much more weird and unpleasant than usual.

He must have sensed my bewilderment because he lets out a deep belly laugh and starts the movie. You can't recall this, can you?

To be quite honest, I only stop moving when the opening titles of a bad action movie begin playing. I was literally laying like this between the two of you.

“Yes.” He throws a blanket over my lower body and then pushes my legs apart. In the same way as this The next thing I know, his hand is slipping beneath the covers and bracing my inner thigh. You were sporting a skirt not much longer than this. So, you wanted him to point the finger at you in front of me?

Intimacy and shame are intertwined in my heart. “Maybe.” As his hand rises to brush his rough palm across my exposed flesh, my stomach knots and my chest tightens. I choke down my food. "Perhaps I secretly wished that you would."

He then mutters, "Shameless." So, "Let's see how shameless, shall we?" With his other hand, he yanks the throw away and throws it aside. "Lisa, please raise your skirt."

I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my behind, exposing my tush. How about this?

"You're doing well," he told her. My thigh is being tightly grasped by him. To do this, "Spread your legs" and "raise your hips." So long as I comply, his hand will move up and cup my p***y. Unsteadily, we let out a breath. I thought he was going to jump me, strip me naked, and f**k me against the closest hard object. To be honest, I didn't think he was capable of replicating one of the worst near misses we've had in the last two years

"Wet," William mutters. I mean, were you really that soggy for me that day? If only you'd let me... He jabs me with two thick fingers. As in, "You would have, wouldn't you?"

The answer is "yes," I groan. I wriggle and twist in an attempt to get deeper into his grasp. Like I'm on fire, lustful and filthy and unable to control myself. The thought of touching your fingertips was quite appealing.

They vanished into thin air, instantly. I asked Lisa, "You want to be bad?" Show me."

Now I'm looking up at the ceiling. “How?”

"Join me."

When I turn around, I see that he has his legs apart and is resting his hand, palm up, on his thigh. It would be embarrassing if I had time to reflect on the fact that his fingers are still moist with my need. William taps his fingers and nods. I want you to straddle my thigh. Here and now."

The realization of this fact ushers forth a fresh surge of urgency. To comply, I had to tighten my grasp on his shoulders, and I press my palm gently into his. As a reward, William stabs his fingers back into me. It's impossible for me to contain my whimpering this time.

What you need, Lisa, please take. When I refuse, he takes my hip with his free hand and presses his palm against mine. Take my hand and go.

The cold makes me shudder. That's not the kind of hand I'm looking for.

Currently, I can only offer you my hand. In order to get my c**k, you have to prove yourself. He flashes a lazy, conceited grin. "I'm not some puny jerk that has to f**k your p***y for my own gratification. If I want to go inside you, I'll do it when I'm ready and not a second sooner. His tone is really forceful. Just take my hand, Lisa." His voice is low and sinister as he creeps in closer. Exhibit your beauty for your father.

It's cruel to refer to him in that way. Alright, I sigh. Next, I make some motions, grinding against his palm and pressing his fingers as far as they will go inside me. Not enough, yet it makes me feel both wonderful and horrible. The fact that I'm back in a familiar place while everything else is so strange just adds to the confusion.

William stares at me for a while, his eyes dark and lustful, before bending down and grabbing my breast through my clothing. To my horror, he sucks me till I scream, and then he stares at me. The dress must come off.

I am delighted to conform. I manage to get rid of it after a little struggle and throw it aside. I can't even take a breath from the way he's looking at me. As the c****x of my o****m approaches, I slow down, hoping to stretch it out for as long as possible. While f*****g his hand, I lean back, rest my hands on the ottoman, and expose the sleek profile of my body to him. The man's jaw clenches. You are quite attractive.