Landslide by NJ Cole Read Free Book Online

one hand and pulled them over her head, restraining her. Leaning down, my mouth an inch over hers, I could feel each puff, pant, and gasp that escaped from her. Each exhale saturated my face with her essence, and breathing her in, I growled, “Daddy decides when we kiss, how we kiss, and for how long.”
    I heard her whimper as I resumed my kissing, though at a much more leisurely pace. Slowly, I tongue fucked her, stopping occasionally to let her breathe. I would kiss and nibble carefully at her jawline while she would momentarily calm down, and then I’d return to assaulting her mouth with my tongue. It took nearly fifteen minutes until she no longer struggled, but accepted that I was going to tongue fuck her as long as I wanted to. “Such a good girl,” I finally said, pulling back and sitting on the edge of her bed.
    “Now, who decides when we kiss?” I asked to see if she had retained the information through the excitement of the moment.
    “Daddy.”
    “And who decides how we kiss?”
    “Daddy.”
    “And who decides how long we kiss?”
    “Daddy,” she sighed.
    “Yes. Daddy knows best. Now, let me see what my little girl decided to wear to bed to please Daddy.”
    When I looked down, I saw that she was wearing a thin grey t-shirt that came to a stop at her thighs. I raised an eyebrow at her.
    “Daddy, I didn’t know you were coming up here. I thought…”
    With a finger pressed to her lips, I silenced her. “Now, little girl. Daddy told you earlier that he would fuck you, and you knew Daddy was spending the night.”
    She nodded, so I removed my finger from her swollen—and likely to be bruised in the morning—lips.
    “Yes, Daddy, but I thought that you were just going to hang out downstairs with my dad…um, Carter. I didn’t know you would really come up here. Since Carter said you had been drinking, I figured you’d be staying downstairs.”
    I never would have told her not to call Carter, Dad, but I did like that she made the decision herself. I knew it made me sick in others’ eyes, but staring down at her hot little body right then, I didn’t really give a fuck what it made me or how other people saw me. I would never feel this way if she were actually a little girl…let alone my biological daughter.
    “You need not worry about what Daddy is doing or is going to do. Just know that he wants you, and if Daddy says he’s going to fuck you, he is going to fuck you. Do you understand, little girl?”
    She nodded quietly, and I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes she was excited.
    “Now, as for your clothing…” I grabbed her shirt and tore it from her body. “This is completely unacceptable. You will sleep in a nighty or nothing at all.”
    I lifted her to remove the now shredded garment and, without a second thought, threw it over my shoulder. It crumpled to the floor as I stared down at her heaven sent body. She wiggled under my penetrating gaze, causing her pert, braless breasts to sway slightly with the movement. I slid my finger into the elastic band of the navy blue or black cotton panties she was wearing. It was difficult to tell the exact color in the dim moonlight, but I’d examine them again more closely tomorrow in the light of day. “Off,” I commanded and held out my hand to her. She moved quickly as she wiggled her hips and shapely legs out of them, then placed them in my hand like she would a trophy I had won. Unlike her shirt, I did not toss them to the floor, instead putting them in my pants pocket to keep for later. Sick? Sure it was, but I’d crossed that line long ago. I knew what I wanted, and like hell if I wasn’t going to take it.
    Mackenzie lay before me, completely bare. Her pussy was silky smooth, just like each time we’d been together, and I briefly asked myself if she had done that specifically for me, or if she kept it bare like that all the time. Recalling the conversation from dinner, I jealously wondered if I was the only man who appreciated the