Chapter 1: The Arrival
"So?" I whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, my hands gripping her hips as I pushed harder into her sweet pussy. "What do you say, Princess? Let Daddy take you on a nice vacation."
Mischa moaned and whimpered against me, her fingers curling against the smooth glass, searching for some kind of handhold. By this point, we had been going at it for quite some time, and I knew from her whimpers that she was close to cumming all over my cock.
I could feel myself getting close, both to orgasm and to her finally relenting. Lost in her completely, my hands moved around to her front, pulling her back against my chest as I nibbled her earlobe. Through half-open eyes I took in this gorgeous creature, the full breasts that bounced a little with each thrust and moan, the hard nipples, the round ass pressed against my hips. I couldn't get enough of her; I wanted my mouth on every single inch of skin at the same time, eating her and tasting her. I twisted her around to kiss her lips, my hands moving up her body to pinch the nipples as I felt her cum.
I wasn't too far behind, moaning myself as I filled her up, my body spasming with pleasure. Mischa had gone limp against me, so I took a minute, resting there against the windows, watching the surf pound against the Malibu shore as I caressed her body.
"It means a lot to you, doesn't it, Daddy?" She turned, wrapping her arms around my neck. Big green eyes stared into mine, and I kissed her nose. Lifting her up, I carried her to the couch.
"Yes," I nodded, laying her down and crawling over her. "I want to show my beautiful little girl off. I want to enjoy you in every way." She sighed softly as my mouth closed over a nipple, sucking softly, my tongue swirling around the hard tip.
"Mmm, are you proud of me, Daddy?" She moaned, her hands moving through my hair, holding my head close to her.
"God, yes," I murmured, already opening her legs again.
"Be honest," she giggled as I dipped my tongue into her belly button. "You want me in the skimpiest dresses, teasing the other men, making them crazy. You want to see their reactions. You like knowing they can see me, but that you're the one that gets to fuck me. Don't you, Daddy?" I couldn't help laughing myself.
"You got it, honey," I replied, kissing her clit. "You got it."
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Not three days later, we were in Aruba, lounging under a gauzy tent just steps from our plush cabana. A private beach spread out in front of us as far as we could see, and the luxurious resort we were booked at was tucked in behind us, amid the foliage. It was paradise, and we had arrived that morning.
We had just had lunch, and were relaxing, per Mischa's request. I had positioned myself on an extra-wide lounge chair, with Mischa in between my legs. She was wearing one of my gifts, the skimpiest white bikini I could find, and I was enjoying the view. Not just of those gorgeous breasts of hers, barely covered by white fabric triangles or her tan legs; I was also enjoying the blatant stares Mischa was garnering from anyone nearby.