And when I did?
I was going to make her cry.
My c**k throbbed against my waistband.
I clenched my fists. herm
And then Tasha opened her mouth and made it worse.
“So. Daddy. I have something to tell you” she said.
“Lyra and I are going to a party tonight.”
Lyra blinked.
Her lips parted.
Her hand tightened around the mug.
She hadn’t known.
She wasn’t going to a party.
Tasha blindsided her.
And I could feel the tension dripping down Lyra’s thighs like the wet trail I saw earlier.
I snapped my gaze to my daughter.
“No.”
“Daddy…
“No.”
“Please,” she whined, moving closer.
“Come on. It’s just a bonfire. Pack land. We’ll be surrounded by people you know. Nothing bad is going to happen. We just want to have a little fun.”
“No.”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
I stepped forward, towering over her now.
“No s*x. No drugs. No f*****g threesomes, Tasha. I mean it.”
She smirked.
“Can’t promise that, Dad.”
My jaw locked.
I turned my head.
And f**k me.
Lyra.
Those n*****S.
Hardened.
Her breath hitched the moment I looked at her. Her thighs pressed together. Her lips trembled like she wanted to speak but knew better. That shirt was barely hanging on her shoulders now, collar stretched from wear.
Dirty Little Secrets
The fabric dipped low between her t**s, showing the tight valley of soft, warm cleavage. There was a droplet. of water on her chest, sliding down between her breasts like it had no idea how badly I wanted to lick it off.
My eyes dragged over her slowly.
Down her thighs.
Her legs were long. Smooth. Thigh gap soft and soaked.
My mouth watered.
My c**k pulsed.
I looked back at Tasha.
“What do you have in mind for this party?”
I asked, trying to force calm into my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry Daddy,” she said, grabbing a bottle of water and spinning the cap off.
“When you see us, you’ll know. We’re not your little girls anymore.” f**k.
My c**k pushed so hard against my zipper I had to shift my stance.
That was when my phone rang.
I checked the screen.
Council. s**t. I was going to be late.
I growled under my breath and stepped forward, brushing past both of them. I leaned down, kissed Tasha’s forehead.
“When I’m back,”
I muttered.
“I want to see what you’re wearing before you leave. No surprises.”
She smiled.
“Can’t wait, Daddy.”
I stormed to the door, heart pounding, c**k still full, brain burning..
I stepped outside. The sun slapped my face. My boots hit the stone steps. I was halfway to the car when…
“f**k,”
I hissed.
“The goddamn keys.”
I spun, already furious.
The door opened.
And there she was.
Lyra.
Running toward me.
Barefoot.
That shirt clinging to her t**s like it was painted on.
And those f*****g breasts.
Bouncing.
Up.
Dirty Little Secrets
Down.
Up.
Down.
With every step, they jiggled violently. Her n*****s stabbed the shirt like they were begging to be sucked. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, strands falling over her face. She squinted in the sunlight, lips parted, ts f*****g bouncing like they were trying to hypnotize me.
My c**k pulsed.
Veins tight.
Balls aching.
She reached me and held out the keys.
“Mr. Thornvale,” she said, breathless, cheeks pink, lips glossy.
“You forgot your keys, sir.”
Sir.
I took the keys from her hand. Our fingers touched. She didn’t flinch.
But then.
She stepped closer.
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