Part 2/2
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“Please Daddy. I just want to make you feel good. Show me that I’m not a freak.”
Richard nearly came in his pants listening to her beg so good. It was a fight to prevent himself from reaching in his pants and jerking himself to completion right in front of her.
A million different what-ifs ran through his head. What if he hurt her? What if Mercedes came home early from her trip? What if she didn’t like it and nothing was ever the same?
Thoughts ran circles in his head until he looked down at his daughter and into her chocolate brown eyes. They were blown out with desperation and lust, a look he had never seen before in his baby girl, and one that he just wasn’t strong enough to resist.
“Okay, baby,” he said, finally making his decision. “Kneel on the couch next to me.”
Callie’s face lit up, and she wiped away her tears. Quickly, she scrambled onto the couch and knelt so that the front half of her body was draped over the arm of the chair—ass presented high in his face.