Daddy Bod (Daddy Sized #1) Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Daddy Sized Series by Margot Scott
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 19169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
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“Does it interest you?” I ask.

ElectricJay20: Anything that makes your pussy wet interests me.

My inner muscles throb so hard, I have to shut my eyes.

ElectricJay20: That. Whatever has you making that face, I want more of it.

I have to chuckle. “You’re making me make this face with your dirty talk. Saying you like my pussy wet. Are you hard right now?”

ElectricJay20: Always when I’m looking at you.

I catch my lip between my teeth. I love being the reason Jay’s cock is hard. I love the thought of making him come. He says his orgasms haven’t been this explosive since he was my age. I get so horny imagining him coming all over his chest and stomach. I can’t picture the real him, but he once described himself as a big guy with a beard and a belly.

I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I picture Jonathan in Jay’s place while we talk. It makes for awkward breakfasts the next morning, but it feels so good in the moment.

“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.

ElectricJay20: Not yet. Still enjoying the view.

ElectricJay20: Do you want me to stroke my cock?

“Yes, please.”

I start to read. The sexy story, plus the mental image of Jay as Jonathan with his hand around his fat cock, has my skin feeling hypersensitive to the point that gliding my own fingers down my thigh elicits a gasp.

“’My legs spread apart like they instinctively know what’s about to happen,’” I read. “’Maxwell’s cock is a constant presence against my hip. I buck and tremble, pulling at my binds. My hands long to touch him, but I savor the feeling of being at his mercy. He’s my daddy, and I’m his little girl. He can do whatever he wants to me...’”

The ache between my legs pulls at my focus until I can no longer concentrate on the story. I knead my inner thigh, painfully close to the source of my torment and my pleasure.

ElectricJay20: Poor baby. I bet your pussy’s crying for Daddy.

ElectricJay20: If I was there, I’d take such good care of you.

I’ve fantasized about the things Jay and I would do together every night since the first cam session. The games we would play.

“What would you do?” I ask in a voice that’s slightly higher-pitched than my own.

ElectricJay20: I’d sit you on my lap and kiss your lips until they’re tender and swollen.

I touch my lips. “Then what?”

ElectricJay20: I’d grab two good handfuls of those gorgeous breasts and tease your nipples through your top.

I grope my breasts reflexively, my nipples already stiff against my palms. The silken crop top makes every point of contact feel twice as sensitive, twice as pleasurable.

“Then what?” I ask again.

ElectricJay20: I would ask my baby girl where she wants Daddy to touch her.

ElectricJay20: And I’d make you beg me to touch you there.

“Oh, Jay...” I press my thighs together. “I wish you were here. I wish you were...”

ElectricJay20: Go ahead, baby. Say it.

ElectricJay20: You know you want to, and I want to hear it.

I do want to say it. Not only because it turns me on, but because it feels right to say it to him.

“I wish you were my Daddy.”

ElectricJay20: Good girl.

Heat and longing sweep through me like fire. I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear—or see—those words directed at me. But now that I have, it’s like something inside me can finally lie down and rest.

I’ve been good. I am good...

“Say it again, Daddy. Please.”

ElectricJay20: You’re Daddy’s good girl, baby.

My whole body flushes. I desperately need some form of contact against my clit, even if it isn’t direct pressure. I wedge my hand between my legs, pressing the side of my palm to my mound. It’s not enough to sate me, but it’s enough to make me whimper.

ElectricJay20: Are your panties wet?

“Yes,” I whisper.

ElectricJay20: Let Daddy see.

I hesitate. I promised myself I wouldn’t get naked on camera because I didn’t want those images being used against me later. I want to believe Jay wouldn’t do that, but this is still the internet.

Jay seems to understand my reluctance.

ElectricJay20: You don’t have to take them off. Just show Daddy the wet spot.

I reorient myself on the bed and spread my legs, sliding the crotch portion of my shorts aside to show him my dampened panties.

ElectricJay20: Every inch of you is fucking beautiful, baby girl.

ElectricJay20: Touch yourself for Daddy.

ElectricJay20: I don’t care how you do it, if you need to keep your face or your pussy out of focus.

ElectricJay20: I want to see you come.

And I want to come. But, more importantly, I want Daddy to see me come.

I grab a pillow for my neck and then shift onto my stomach, making sure I can still see my laptop and the chat box. My face, upper body, and the curve of my hips are all visible on the screen, but everything below that is out of the frame.



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