When his mouth peels back, I bite my lip, desiring so much more than daddy's cock in my mouth. “What do you have that I don't?” I meekly buzz.

He whispers, “Experience.”

I shiver. No word in all the English language has ever made me feel as vulnerable as that one. I felt dominant before—in control—when daddy's

cock was in my mouth. Now I feel like I have no idea what's about to happen.

My brain is frozen, incapable of seeing the future, stuck instead on the lustful, seductive look in daddy's eyes.

Daddy's mouth finds its way to my neck, and with an open mouth, daddy's tongue glides across...