Free Daddy & His Little Baby by Jade K. Scott Page A

hadn’t moved away. I wish I’d
kissed you back. I wish…”
    Suddenly, I felt his arms around me. His lips
pressed urgently against mine. I froze, but then melted. I relaxed
my lips and closed my eyes, and I felt his tongue slip inside my
mouth. His breath was sweet. I think he must have been drinking
wine earlier.
    I put my arms around his neck and surrendered
to the kiss. His tongue probed inside my mouth, swirling around and
wrestling with mine. I felt his hands on my back, drawing my body
against his, the warmth of our bodies mingling together
rapturously. My fingers tangled in his hair.
    His lips moved down my neck, kissing down,
down until his lips rested softly at the base of my neck, hovering
lightly over my throat. He squeezed my body close to him, and I
sighed joyously as his strength enveloped me. His hot breath
against my skin was exhilarating.
    “Oh, my God,” I whispered softly.
    “Tess… oh, Tess,” he moaned.
    As he continued to kiss my neck, one of his
hands came forward and rested lightly on my stomach. It started to
move slowly upward until it rested ever so gently over my breast.
When I didn’t object, he cupped it, fondling it delicately. I
moaned softly in his ear.
    His entire body shifted as I moaned, as
though it were trying to contain the enormity of his passion, and
he groaned. I wanted… no, needed to feel the cause for this
reaction, so I let my hand drop to his lap and slowly inch up
toward his crotch. My hand slid up over the massive bulge, which
threatened to burst forth from his pajamas. He groaned again as my
hand touched his shaft, and his mouth closed over mine with a
grunt.
    As his tongue probed once again inside my
mouth, I felt his hand moving down from my breast. He pulled my
nightgown up, and his hand rested flat on my belly and slid down,
his fingers poking inside the waistband of my panties.
    “Yes,” I whispered, “touch me, Daddy.”
    His body shifted again, and he shoved his
hand further inside my underwear. It rested over my pubic mound,
cupping it tightly for a moment, and then continued. He spread my
labia apart, and I felt one of his fingers poking inside my
dripping wet hole. His slippery finger moved upward and brushed
over my swollen clit, and I gasped, my hand instinctively gripping
his cock through his pants.
    He began to rub my clit in tiny circles. Tiny
jolts of pleasure surged through my body. I fumbled to free his
cock from his pants, and it sprang out as soon as I tugged the
waistband free of it. My hand wrapped around his shaft and gripped
it tightly, and he thrust against it, pushing his cock up through
the opening between my finger and thumb. He grunted as he
thrust.
    I slid my hand up and down his shaft as he
continued to finger my quivering pussy. His cock pulsed madly in my
hand, and he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my hand as I
rubbed him.
    I suddenly became overwhelmed with the desire
to taste his cock. I pushed him backward slightly, and I bent my
head and quickly took the head between my lips. I tasted the salty
wetness of his pre-cum against my tongue, and I felt the walls of
my cunt begin to pulse excitedly. He moaned as my tongue swirled
around the swollen head of his manhood. My mouth slid slowly down
on his cock, taking it as deeply as possible down my throat. I
gagged slightly and gasped, pulling back up. He was so huge I could
barely take half of him in my mouth.
    My hand grasped the base of his shaft, and I
began to bob my head up and down, sucking his cock with all the
passion I felt for him. He leaned back, his eyes closed, his elbows
digging into my mattress.
    Suddenly, he gasped, “Stop, stop!”
    “What’s wrong?” I asked him.
    “Nothing, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I
just don’t want to cum yet.”

    My face flushed scarlet, and I said,
“Oh.”
    He took my face in his hands and kissed my
lips, and then he said, “It’s my turn, now.”
    He lifted my nightie over my head and tossed
it aside. His head bent