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Daddy Didn’t Pull Out

©2012 Raminar Dixon

This work is intended for mature audiences. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No characters are blood related. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.

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An excerpt from the book:

How about this?” I asked excitedly and sat up on my knees beside him. “You can teach me!”

I can…w-what?”

Come on, Daddy. I know you want to. You can’t hide it from me.”

I put my hand on his firm chest and traced a finger between the furrowed muscles there. Rick made a little noise at the light contact, but allowed me to continue. That rich scent of motor oil was on him and filled my nose, a musky smell like burned-out matches and diesel engines. His breaths came faster as my hand moved down, past his abdomen, and rubbed seductively on the flesh of his thigh.

My tender slit was alive and aching to be touched. I could feel the wetness there, saturating, lubricating my insides. It was now or never.

Teach me, Daddy. I want to learn how to please a man.”

I, uh, Amber, I’m your stepfather, for God’s sake. What on earth are you doing?” Unable to hold myself back any longer, I cupped the bunched-up mound at his crotch. Rick took in a slow, quiet gasp and looked me in the eyes. “Amber, we can’t do this. It ain’t right.”

Doesn’t it feel good, Daddy?”

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