Chapter Four: Two bodies coupled as one. Two souls connected.
She was lying on her back on the hotel room bed―panties soaked with arousal and anticipation. Her father peeled off her scant underwear and climbed onto the bed. Emma spread her legs apart, exposing her sex, and offering herself up to him.
James began by leaving a trail of kisses up his daughter's smooth, silky, inner thighs. Starting just above her knees, Emma felt her father slowly, seductively working his way up towards her promised land. Goosebumps were goosebumping all over her body.
Emma was feeling emotions, sensations and an arousal she had never felt before. It was so incredibly intense that the instant her father's tongue brushed against her delicate, pink petals, her body tensed and she exploded into orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Emma was in heaven.
But James Andrews wasn't finished with his little girl yet; in fact, he was only getting started. Slowly, softly, skillfully he began pleasuring his daughter with his tongue and mouth―gradually building her up towards another crushing climax.
She started screaming and squirming every time her father's tongue flicked against her sensitive, swollen button. Emma's breathing was hard and fast; her heart was racing in her chest like an engine revving against the red line.
James seemed to sense Emma's desperate, growing urgency, and started pushing the pleasure―paying more and more attention to her throbbing, aching, little clit.
Daddy's affectionate attention was driving his little girl insane with arousal. The musky scent of her sex now permeated the air. Her moans, groans, and screams were echoing off the thick hotel room walls. Emma knew she was close; it wouldn't be long before she would be pushed over the edge and plunged once again into the delicious depths of ecstasy.
Emma grew silent and her body stiffened. "Oh Daddy! Oh my God!" she screamed out as a massive orgasm sent her body into convulsions.
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James was standing at the edge of the bed, wiping her pleasure off of his chin while he watched his angel slowly floating back down to earth.
His arousal had returned and it didn't take Emma long to notice. "Daddy, you're hard again," his daughter said. "I wanna feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please!" she begged.
Without apprehension or hesitation, James climbed back onto the bed and aligned his desire with hers. Emma couldn't believe this was actually happening. Her deepest desire, her wildest, most impossible fantasy was about to come true.
It took James three tries before he was finally able to work the head of his cock into her pussy. Emma let out a loud, high-pitched squeal when he finally penetrated her.
Slowly, gently, deliberately, James pushed into her. "Wow, honey, you're awfully tight."
Lexi had told her that guys like girls who are tight, which made Emma resist the constant temptation to fuck herself with her toy. She wondered now if her plan had now backfired. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
James grinned. "You don't need to apologize, sweety. Does it hurt?"
The feeling she was feeling was a mixture of pleasure and pain. "A little, Daddy, but I'm okay."
"You need to let me know if it's too much, alright?"
"Okay. Just give me a minute to get used to it."
