Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 4)

She moaned as he felt her breast in his palm. His fingers were shaking as he played with the nipple, causing his daughter to push her breast into his hand and let a little moan escape her lips. Their lips were almost swollen from the continued passionate kissing.

Suddenly, Eric pulled away; his breath coming in short gasps. “Melinda, we can’t, we…we…have to stop.”

His voice didn’t seem that convincing to Melinda. She pushed him onto the ground, ignoring his weak protests and again brought her mouth to his. Her hand worked her top up until both breasts were exposed to the cool late afternoon air, causing the nipples to harden even more. She boldly lifted up her dad’s shirt with ease, and threw it on the floor.

God, they’re beautiful, Eric thought, although he knew this was going too far.

“No, Melinda, stop,” Eric said pushing Melinda off of him.

Melinda fell onto her back, her chest heaving, looking up at the sky. “I’m… I’m an idiot, dad. I always spoil everything. I’m sorry, dad.”

Eric sat up, picking up his shirt and looked at his daughter. He was so worked up that he was losing control. It’s my fault, not Melinda’s, he thought. I’m the adult and I led her on. Then a sigh escaped his lips as he looked at his daughter’s breasts then down to her black pleated skirt.