Free Daddy's Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (erotic taboo breeding erotica) by Francis Ashe

Daddy’s Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (taboo
breeding erotica)
    By Francis Ashe
    Copyright 2012
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    If you’re new to the series, catch up with:
    Bred by My
Daddy
    Daddy’s Baby: Bred
by My Daddy 2
     
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    “Hey Liz! Wasn’t expecting you so early.” My
daddy extended a hand through the open door to take Davis, in his
little carrier, and help me with the rest of the load.
    He set the eight-month-old bundle of energy
and cooing down and wrapped his arms around my waist. Holding me
close, he stooped and kissed me once on the cheek, pressed his lips
to mine and stretched one of his hands just below the top of my
skirt.
    “I can’t believe he’s so big,” he said, “and
you... you look absolutely gorgeous. I don’t know many women that
look better after they have a baby. You’re a little
different, though.” He kissed me again and kneaded the top of my
pelvis with his fingertips before letting go.
    “Well, thanks,” I said, blushing and looking
away. He always knew how to make me feel just the right sort of
embarrassment.
    “Oh stop. You know you’re hot!” my daddy,
Peter, chided. “Come on in, get settled. It’s early, but would you
like a glass of wine? Anything?”
    “No, no, thank you though. I just need to sit
down for a little bit. Two hours in a car isn’t much, but with an
overly excited baby, it gets a little long, ya know?” I said,
stretching out flat on the couch. Daddy just laughed.
    “Listen, sweet, we need to talk. You mom is
out of town, obviously, but she’s coming back today. Her plane gets
here early afternoon. She’s... uh... not real happy. With us, I
mean.” He paced around, still carrying one of my bags.
    “It’s okay daddy, we can work anything out.
She isn’t pissed at the baby or anything is she?”
    He shook his head. “No, no, it isn’t anything
like that. Hell, she’s not even mad at you this time. It’s
all me, I’m afraid. I honestly wouldn’t say much if she finally
started to get on about you and me, but no, it’s something else
entirely.”
    “What is it? Is she cheating on you? Did you
guys have a fight?”
    “No. Well yes, but that isn’t the point.
She’s been with other guys for years. I knew about it though. We
never saw each other, and her being as gorgeous as she is, and as
libidinous, I always assumed. I didn’t – don’t mind. I’m pretty
open about sex, after all.” He paused to make an amused face.
“It’s... oh Hell, Liz, its money. She got another raise and has
been riding me hard about being useless. Even though I keep the
house up, do my little side jobs. I think this has been coming for
a while but now she’s decided that unless I move with her to New
York at the beginning of the year, she’s leaving me. There, it’s
all on the table.” He sat down in a huff.
    That got me irritated.
    Mom always played games like this. Always
told Peter she’d leave him for this reason or that. She never
would, and he knew that. She liked having him around, but I think,
for whatever reason, my patient, too-kind-for-his-own-good daddy
had enough.
    “What are you going to – we – what are we
going to do? You’re stuck with me, and there’s no way in Hell I’m
going anywhere that it snows more than three times a year.” I
asked, slipping my hand into his.
    “That’s the thing,” he said back quickly,
“I’m not sure. I mean, I like it here. Quiet little town, this nice
house, a yard for the dogs I don’t have. I don’t want