Oh, she just bet.
Nobody ever died because they needed an orgasm, Marisol.
No. It just felt like it sometimes.
“Uh-huh, I believe that.”
“Why, teeny, are you calling Daddy a liar?” His voice was a soft croon that had made her shiver with pleasure.
“Of course not, Daddy,” she managed to squeak out.
“I thought not. That would be very naughty.”
Oh shoot. Her pussy clenched at hearing him call her naughty.
She turned around and managed to wrangle her bra off without having to take off her sweater or T-shirt. It was only after she had it off that she thought about the fact that she was going to be braless around him.
This was not going to help her arousal issue. She turned back around to see he was indeed peeking between his fingers at her.
“Daddy!”
“What? I have to keep an eye on my Little one. Means you get into far less trouble. Hand me the bra.”
“Why?”
He raised his eyebrows as though to tell her that he didn’t need a reason. With a reluctant sigh, she handed it over and he tucked it down the side of the recliner.
“Come here.”
She walked over, wondering how she was going to fit on there with him. Reaching out, he picked her up and plonked her down on his lap. She was resting with her back against his front, her head on his shoulder.
Then he arranged the blanket over them.
“Comfy?” he asked in her ear.
No. Not at all. How did he expect her to be comfortable when he surrounded her? His scent teased her. He smelled like the fresh outdoors with a hint of smoke from when he’d lit the fire.
Earthy. Outdoorsy. His strong arm was wrapped around her middle, just under her breasts. She shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. Trying to put some space between them. Her erect nipples brushed against her T-shirt.
That was a bad, bad idea.
“Stay still, Mari-girl. Moving around isn’t a good idea.”
“Sorry,” she said. But she didn’t last long until he was moving around again. Especially when he shifted his arm, and brushed it against her hard nipples.
“Linc,” she groaned.
“What do you call me,” he growled.
“Daddy.”
“What’s wrong? You’re all squirmy.”
“N-nothing.”
He slid his hand lower, close to the top of her pussy.
“You sure about that? You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Mari-girl? Because lying means you get an immediate punishment.”