Socially Unacceptable by Kelsey Charisma Page A

grinned at each other.
Genie knew why they smiled; they were silently consenting to
something that they shouldn’t and with equal desire.
    “So another kiss here?” he asked, and
encircled moist kiss marks with his finger.
    She dipped under her panties until the first
knuckle disappeared under it. The thin elastic was so low she
touched the hood of her apex. “Or here.” He took note of the exact
spot, and he swayed toward her sex with drunken desire. “You can go
under my panties. I liked that.”
    “If that’s what you want,” he said and
promptly dropped his tongue to her skin. Then he licked slow lines
from her waistband all the way up to her bra. He slipped his wet
heat under her panties and then he drew with moisture up to her
belly. He made longer and longer lines until he was moving her
shirt up her chest and licking over the cups of her bra. When he
reached one side he turned back to the other; one lap would be fast
while the next he would take slow. Sometimes he grazed her nipple
with his teeth, other times he’d suck the cotton, but mostly he
ventured past them to plant his mouth on her neck and nibble. Soon
her stomach and chest were cold from the dampness, but inside her
she burned with an achy throb.
    He continued to lick, but unmistakably
understood her yearning in her moans, because he added pressure to
his tongue and with teeth he’d nibble every inch of her body.
Without discussing their actions, they eagerly encouraged each
other to let their out of control desires get carried away.
    Then he sat up and rolled her shirt up so he
could lick deep in the valley between her pillowy mounds. While
still on his knees, he gripped her panties and skirt in his fists,
and tugged at the sides to wrench them down as far as they could
go. The waist hugged her hips, her taut curves were cut into with
the tight jean, and the cleavage of her puffy, pussy lips peaked
out of her panties. Together they stared at the small dip between
her folds, and they clearly both desired his tongue there. Genie
knew she’d eventually feel his slick heat there, because he licked
his lips in anticipation.
    He tickled her mound, drawing his fingertips
over the small dip between her creamy lips. She trembled as he
swiped her slit with each one. “How’s this, baby?”
    “I don’t know. We used to tickle—now I want
kissed. It’s not your mouth, so it’s not the same.”
    He grinned. “I could do better.”
    He swallowed as if his mouth watered. Her
clit throbbed, and while he saw where her eyes lay, she looked down
to his stiff groin, wondering if she had the same effect on him.
Sure enough his pants bulged with an erection. She wanted to hold
his cock and stroke it to the rhythm of her beating clit, but he
once again bowed to her sex.
    He drew his nose up and down the exposed
creases of her leg but he always faced her slit like he longed to
dip his tongue inside it. The thought of his slick, red meat
plunging in made her wild. She inhaled through her open mouth and
lifted her hips off the couch, forcing his tip downward. His tongue
slid south to the deep wrinkle along her hip.
    She shot her gaze down to her daddy, seeing
his face buried between her legs. His hot breath caress where most
daughters wouldn’t let their fathers be, but they wanted this.
    In fact the taboo relation made exploring
exceedingly more thrilling for Genie. “Daddy,” she breathed out
again, hoping he loved the sound of their intimate connection.
“Daddy, I love it!”
    Seth undoubtedly found their forbidden
fondling exhilarating, too, because he kept his eyes on her while
wandering toward her plump lips in the middle of her mound. Since
he already swiped his fingers across her folds, she dared to say,
“You can kiss in the middle, daddy.” It sounded sincere and
charmingly harmless, but she asked for untamed lust; there was
nothing innocent about a father licking his daughter’s pussy.
“Daddy, please. Daddy!”
    “Right here, baby?” He