Free Hanna's Awakening by Sue Lyndon Page A

a previous life she could only speculate about.
    His tongue entered her mouth and her worries floated away. She gyrated her hips against his, loving the feel of his stiff bulge rubbing her achiness, soothing it, yet spurring it to pulse greater and greater. Urgency consumed her senses.
    Hanna worked the buttons on his flannel shirt. The mornings had grown cooler and cooler, and today had been the first day she’d seen him in anything but a t-shirt. It hugged his muscles and broad chest, and she gave him a small smile as she reached the last button and tugged the shirt from his jeans. He shrugged the garment off, as well as his undershirt, and tossed them away. Then he pierced her with a dark look and pushed a hand up her dress, slipping a finger past her underwear to delve straight into her wetness.
    “Oh!” she cried, whimpering low in her throat as he swirled around in her moisture.
    “Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like when Daddy touches your pussy?”
    His crass words riveted her. “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Say it. Say you like when Daddy touches your pussy.”
    She panted as she tried to form the words. Words she’d have never dared utter. Like pussy. It’s what he called her moist center, the part of her that awakened at his masterful touch.
    A light slap stung the inside of her thigh. “Say. It.”
    She drew in a deep breath and met his eyes. “I like when you touch my pussy, Daddy.”
    “Ask me to put my finger inside your pussy.”
    “Please… please put your finger inside my pussy.” She tensed up, though she longed to feel the fullness of penetration in a place he’d never been, even with something as small as a finger. He’d stroked her plenty. He’d taught her how to pleasure herself, and he visited her at bedtime every night to assist in her release. A few nights into this ritual, he’d kissed her on the lips for the first time. She’d silently pledged her devotion to him in that moment, and now the thought of leaving him made her feel like she was breaking a sacred oath.
    Thickness slid into her slick pussy, and she cried out her pleasure at the new sensation. More thickness filled her, and she looked at Daddy in question. He grinned and kissed her forehead.
    “You’re doing great. I have three fingers inside you now. But not all the way inside. Your innocence is blocking my passage.” He leaned down, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. “But I’m going to use my cock to break through that, Hanna.”
    He pumped his fingers in and out while she fought for air. This was bliss. Pure and simple. His fingers were magic. His touch was fire. His kisses were love and passion. His heart was beating in sync with hers, or so she imagined.
    Daddy broke away long enough to tug her panties down, past her knees and ankles. The predatory gleam in his eyes as he tossed them to the floor gave her a dark thrill. The roughness of his touches as he worked her dress over her head spoke of his need. She didn’t quite understand what he’d meant when he said her innocence was blocking his passage, but she felt safe in his hands. He knew what he was doing, and he seemed to be good at it. Her body screamed for more of his rough touches, more of his hard kisses and crass words.
    “You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” He gazed at her and cupped her breasts.
    She glanced down, past her heaving chest and at her complete nakedness. Peering back up at him, she smiled shyly and spread her legs in invitation. Daddy stood up to remove his pants. Her eyes didn’t leave him as he stepped out of them, taking his underwear down too.
    Her gaze landed on the stiffness between his legs. Daddy was huge! Much too big for her. Panic had her scrambling to crawl under the covers, but he pinned her down and positioned his hugeness between her thighs. Her pussy quaked, despite her fear over the pain she realized would come. His fingers had filled her up, and she feared a larger intrusion now that she’d seen how large