M y breath hitches as his hand draws a lazy line up and down the back of my leg. He moves a few inches closer to me so that both of our lower
halves are hidden behind the counter.
"If you keep prancing around the house like this, I might take as a sign that you want me to touch you."
I swallow as his fingers get a tiny bit higher with each pass.
"Is that what you want, Allie?"
I can't even form words to answer.
"If you show me your tits again, I'm going to pinch them. Is that what you want?"
"Is... is that what you want?" I ask.
"Are you asking because you want to please me?"
Do I? Yes. I do, so I nod.
"Good girl," he whispers.
I moan and shift my hips at his words.
"You like praise, Allie?"
"I... don't know."
"Then let me ask you this, do you want to be daddy's good girl?"
A drip of wetness overflows from inside me. It cascades down my inner thigh. I close my eyes, praying he doesn't feel it. But then he groans and whispers a curse.
His hand trails higher, slipping into the loose leg of my pajama shorts. When his fingers glide through the wetness on my thighs, his hand tightens around my leg.
"Fuck," he whispers.
We both look over at Mom, but she's still talking on the phone, looking down at her tablet.
"You want it, don't you, Allie?"
I nod.
"Give me words. Tell me you want it."
"I... I want it."
He leans even closer, whispering into my ear. "Say 'I want it, Daddy,'
like a good girl."
I shudder. "I want it, Daddy," I whisper.
"Good girl."
His finger traces over my entrance, then glides higher. I'm already close to coming. If he touches my clit, I know I'll combust, but I want it. I need it. I grip the edge of the counter and tilt my hips back to give him better access.
Mom groans, taps at her phone to end the call, starts stuffing all her things into her bag and says, "I need to go in early."
Daddy and I break apart as she walks around the counter to fill an insulated travel mug with coffee. I pant as I grit my teeth.
My hands still grip the counter, but now in frustration because I was so close. When I look over at Daddy, he's watching me. Our eyes lock and hold as he lifts his finger to his mouth and licks them clean. My mouth drops open.
I may technically be a virgin, but I thought I knew a lot about sex and what turned me on. Turns out, I have no clue, because watching my stepdad lick my flavor from his fingers is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Garrett," Mom says. "I need you to move your truck. You're blocking me in."
He looks at his watch. "I have to get going, anyway. I'm supposed to pick up a load of reclaimed wood at eight and it'll take me a while to get there."
"Let's go, then," Mom says before turning to me and adding, "Don't be late for school."
"That's right," Daddy says. "Be a good girl."
"Yes, Daddy."
I say it in a bratty voice that has Mom rolling her eyes and turning for the garage. But Daddy stays there for a minute, watching me. His gaze trails down my body, then back up. Then he presses the heel of his hand to the tent in his jeans and lets out a deep groan as he shifts his hips.
"We'll finish this later," he says before turning and following mom out to the garage.
