No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom. It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it. Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that
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"Not at first, no, I didn't think that." He grins and bends over her to kiss her shoulder blades, saying, "But once you came onto me, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. It's a present for your birthday, and it's a present for mine. Something we can both enjoy."
And oh, he does enjoy it more than she could possibly begin to know. It's a constant surge of power mingled with absolute adoration for her, and more than that, it's an incredible way to reconcile those two very separate sides of himself, the side of daddy and the side of Richard. There are still parts of himself he has to keep hidden, of course, but he feels so much freer now that he doesn't have to keep up the appearance of being nothing but the good daddy.
The sight of her climax, and the sensation of it around his cock, leaves him utterly helpless. He roars her name and drapes himself upon her, moans pouring from his mouth while he pounds straight through his darling girl's orgasm. The way she soaks him wet is sinfully erotic, and he give in, letting her drag him with her. With a few explosive bursts of pleasure, he finds his own orgasm, and collapses upon her to pant while, for a few blissful seconds, his mind is absolutely blank of everything but ecstasy.
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She feels so fucking good. All she can do is lay there and let her body twitch and squeeze under him, trembling with those delightful aftershocks that she gets after he makes her come. So much better then when she does it to herself. It's just more powerful with him, more long lasting.
"Mmmmm I did come on to you," and he was so fucking easy, her father, the little slut. "I love it when we have daddy time."
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The sound of her voice brings him back from that non-existent plane where boneless pleasure is the only reality. He groans low, chuckling while he lowers his head to kiss her shoulder and up the back of her neck. "I know, baby, I do, too. I love spending time with my gorgeous little princess." As he slides free of her, he leans up to nip the ridge of her ear. "There's nothing I like more than sharing such special things with you."
Arm slipping around her waist, Richard drags her with him as he lies back against the pillows. He clutches her to his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin, only bending his head to plant kisses upon the top of her head. To spend all of eternity doing nothing but this, ah. Bliss.
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She drapes herself over his chest. Blond and tan skin, long limbs, wrapping around him and pressing her face against him, breathing in his sex scent. Fuck, she loves him, she loves this easy feeling that they have together, especially afterwards.
"Let's not go back," she slurs her words, sex drunk and sleepy. "We can spend the rest of our lives out here, somewhere else, fucking. Fucking in each state. That would be awesome."
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He chuckles, squeezing her tight. "I've had that same thought," he says, his words murmured, "but I'm afraid it's unrealistic, darling...your mother would be displeased. Delilah, too, she'd be furious. Not to mention all our stuff is back in Ohio. Money and everything. And school for you." Richard laughs softly, burying his nose in her hair. "But what a nice thought it would be. Moving from hotel to hotel. Humbert and Lolita, two anonymous people among a sea of them. A man and his glorious little daughter."
He nuzzles against her, his face getting lost in the tangle of that blonde mane. "Besides. Better to enjoy the moment while you have it than try to extend it past its due."
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"Just a little while," her voice is softer, her fingers curling and uncurling through the soft hairs on his chest. Yeah, no, this is heaven and there is no need for logic or anything else in heaven. Just them and room service, wouldn't that be so, so nice? So very nice.
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Though the idea is tempting. Sorely tempting. Ill-thought-out plans always have a bad habit of appealing to him. He can see it, traveling from coast to coast, hustling dope for gas money or robbing stores, maybe. Fucking like rabbits all the while. Wouldn't that be lovely.
"Maybe once you've graduated," he murmurs, laughing quietly.
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"It's so fucked up, it would be awesome."
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No, better to keep his tired eyes shut and kiss her blindly, and tell her, "We'll see, we'll see, it would be beautiful but unwise, but maybe it'll happen, yet. You never know what the future will bring, now do you."
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