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her flesh move and give, the better it was. She started rocking with him, her breath coming faster and faster. His hand was huge between her legs, his palm rubbing over her young, delicate mound. She heard a wet noise between her legs, as if someone were smacking their lips.
    “Do you like that?” he asked her softly.
    She nodded, riding his hand now, her narrow hips beginning to move in circles. He slowed, almost stopped. She whimpered.
    “Tell me,” he said, his eyes meeting hers.
    She hesitated. His thumb gently rubbed that spot at the top of her little crease and she shuddered, straining against him.
    “Come on, Darla, tell Daddy how much you like it.” He started rubbing it harder, and slowly began to ease another finger into her. She felt stretched open there somehow and she gasped.
    “Oh Daddy, yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I like it, I like it, please don’t stop!”
    “Good girl,” he urged, moving his fingers faster to reward her.
    She felt something tightening in her lower belly. Her thighs were spread as wide as they could be now, and she was grinding herself against his hand, making small, high noises that came out almost as squeaks.
    “Come on, Darla, that’s good… fuck Daddy’s hand!”

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    She gasped at the harshness of the word, her eyes flying open, but the jolt it sent through her, centering and radiating out from between her legs, was incredible. His thumb rubbed her, his fingers moving in and out of her very quickly. She couldn’t tell where he began and she ended, and that sensation of floating that she always got when she rubbed herself there was intensified beyond anything she’d ever known. She felt like she was flying.
    “Ooooo Daddy, it feels so good,” she panted, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
    “I know,” he murmured, using his other hand to tweak her hard, pink nipples, so small they were like wee pebbles, back and forth between them. She moaned and rocked, her whole body begging him for something. “I’m gonna make you come, sweetheart. Let Daddy make you come for the first time.”
    Her only thought was how did he know? but her body finally obliged, and she shuddered all over, the ache between her thighs released in a little flood of pulsing fluid she was embarrassed might be all over her daddy’s pants. The shock at the overwhelming sensation must have shown on her face, because he chuckled.
    “Oh sweetheart, I love you so much.” He leaned in to kiss her mouth, easing his fingers out of her and she sighed. It sort of hurt between her legs, and it was all swollen and wet. She watched, wide-eyed, as he put his fingers to his mouth and licked them.
    “You taste fantastic.” His eyes were dark with something. He fumbled between them, unzipping his pants and revealing himself to her.

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    She’d never seen a hard one. She’d caught him naked out of the shower a few times, but the small dangling thing she’d glimpsed held no resemblance to the throbbing rod of steel he held in his hand. It seemed impossibly huge to her.
    “Do you like Daddy’s cock?” He watched her curiously. She didn’t know what to say, so she nodded.
    “You can touch it,” he urged.
    It seemed to wink at her. She reached for it hesitantly, wrapping her hand around it, mimicking him. Her slender, delicate fingers encircled its girth. He groaned and thrust gently, almost imperceptibly, into her hand. He moved her fingers up his shaft, so she was holding onto the mushroom-like tip, and showed her what to do, his hand covering hers at first, moving it up and down, again and again. He moaned when he let her hand go and she continued the motion.
    Excited by his response, she went faster, matching her movement to his breath.
    “That’s it, baby, god, yeah… good girl… faster,” he urged.
    Her arm was tired, so she switched hands and he shifted and threw his head back when she did. She found the tingly feeling coming back between her legs and she longed to touch herself