Landslide

by NJ Cole

  I tore my eyes from his for a split second to glance down at his hand. He was still moving his finger in and out of the beer bottle slowly. When I dared to look back at his face, he smirked at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

  My cheeks flushed a pink that travelled down below the neckline of my hoodie. I had to regain control of myself…be the confident Kenzie that I was at school, and not turn into a blubbering, nonsensical mess. Clearing my throat to regain composure, I calmed myself enough to speak.

  “Hello,” I said as steadily as I could, so as not to show my emotions.

  “Hey, Kenz, can you grab me another beer?” my father asked suddenly, looking away from the game for a brief moment to catch my eyes.

  “Um, can I get you anything, Senator?” I asked, the double entendre causing me to blush again.

  “No, thank you. If I want something, I know I can just get up and take it.”

  I glanced over at my father, sure he would have thought that an odd response, but he was too engrossed in the game to have even noticed.

  “God damn Cowboys!” he yelled at the screen, apparently oblivious to what his friend had just implied.

  I used the retrieval errand to regain my composure, and after delivering the cold beer to my dad, I kept to the kitchen, preparing our Thanksgiving dinner.

  Not only had we planned to eat between games, but my dad wanted to have the meal in the living room so we didn’t have to miss anything. In the end, however, Maxwell convinced him that the three of us should eat at the dining room table, even if we ended up missing the start of the second game.

  My dad carved the turkey while Maxwell uncorked the bottle of wine he brought, grabbed three glasses, and started to pour.

  “Hey now, you're not corrupting minors there, are you Senator?” my dad joked.

  “Oh, I forget. Mackenzie just seems so grown up, but she’s just a little girl, isn’t she?” Maxwell joked back.

  “I wish. I don’t even want to know what goes on at that college she goes to…but she is underage, so no wine for her.”

  “I’m right here,” I reminded them petulantly. “And I’m not that young.”

  “Don’t remind me. I hate that she’s growing up. You should have seen me the first time a boy came over to take her on a date.”

  “Dad, please.” I knew I was bright red; I couldn’t help it. I wished he would just stop talking and eat.

  “This sounds like a good story,” Maxwell goaded him. “Do tell…”

  My dad didn’t need much encouragement. “This kid, some Bradley, or Benjamin…”

  “Brian,” I supplied, though I don’t know why I was encouraging him.

  “Yeah, Brian. Well, anyway…this kid shows up with a fucking ring in his eyebrow, and he thinks he’s going to take Kenz out?”

  “Dad, he was a nice guy.”

  “There are no nice guys. All they want is to get in your pants. Tell her, Max.”

  I glanced at Maxwell, who was choking on his food. It was nice to see him unnerved for once. I should have let it go—I really should have—but I couldn’t resist.

  “Now, that’s not true. Not all guys are trying to get in my pants. I mean, you’re a guy, aren’t you, Senator Joseph?”

  He continued to cough and sputter.

  “Jesus, Max! Eat much?”

  My dad’s joke spared him from answering. We ate in silence for a few minutes after that, the only sound coming from the game on the television.

  “I do have to say, though, that guy I saw over at your dorm when I stopped by last week didn’t look like a loser. What was his name? Jon, I think. Anyway, nice kid.”

  I knew exactly who he was talking about. Jon, my roommate’s ex, had stopped by to get a few things. He was a huge player, but unlike that poor kid Brian, from high school, Jon knew how to schmooze the parents. Also, unlike Brian, Jon was trying to get in my pants; I just wasn’t interested.

  “Dad, he was no one. And I’d appreciate if this conversation would end now.”

  The rest of dinner went better. Maxwell asked about my major—which was still undeclared—and some of my other courses. He actually seemed genuinely interested.

  By the time I brought out the pumpkin pie he had made, my dad decided he had spent enough time away from the game. “Everything was delicious, Kenz. I’m going to take this into the living room and catch the next game. Coming, Max?”

  “In a minute,” Maxwell said, taking a bite of his pie.

  I started to clear the dishes from the table, and on the second trip, Maxwell stood. I thought he was going to watch the game, but he came to stand directly behind me instead. I could feel the heat seeping from his body and leeching into mine, as I stood there frozen at the sink.

  “Daddy missed you, little girl,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Did you miss Daddy?”

  I gulped and nodded, which was all I trusted myself to do.

  “I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours tonight. Do you want that?”

  I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and nodded again.

  “Tell me, little girl. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it come from your sweet lips.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I said in barely a whisper, my body trembling. I loved and hated that he could do that to me.

  “Such a dirty mouth. So deserving of a spanking,” he practically growled as his warm, moist breath rolled over the side of my neck and jaw.

  “What the fuck!” my dad yelled, making us both jump apart. “Maxwell, get in here! You’ve got to see this call.”

  “Be a good girl,” he whispered, leaving me standing there alone, frustrated and beyond horny.

  I knew his words were just words, because there was no way the two of us would be able to sneak away for more than two minutes with my dad in the house. It meant a lot to me that he’d made the effort, though, and I hoped that maybe he would again in the future.

  I put away the leftovers and did the dishes before I joined Maxwell and my dad in the living room for the rest of the current game. When it came to an end, I expected him to leave, but instead, he and my dad started a game of chess. I thought chess was boring to play—and even more boring to watch—so I said goodnight and headed up to bed.

  An hour after I escaped up the stairs, I heard a knock at my door. My heart raced at the thought of Maxwell in my innocent, childhood room. “Come in,” I called out.

  I tried to hide my disappointment when my dad was the one to open the door and stick his head in. “Hey, Kenz,” he said, his speech slurred. “Max and I have been drinking, so he’s going to spend the night tonight. Do you know where the extra pillows are?”

  Maxwell was spending the night? My heart leapt into my throat before it started to race. Then again, if Maxwell were anywhere near as drunk as my father, he would be passed out in ten minutes and wouldn’t even need a pillow. He’d be content to sleep on the kitchen floor if that’s where he landed.

  Sighing, I stood up and walked past my dad into the hall. “Here,” I said, handing him a pillow from the linen closet. “And here’s a blanket, too. Now, how did you get so drunk?”

  “Kenz, I’m not that drunk,” he insisted, though he clearly was. “Max and I are playing chess, and each time we lose a piece, we have to do a shot. As it turns out, he’s a bit better than me, but I’ve got him next game.”

  I just shook my head and went back into my room for the night. Even if Maxwell had been serious about what he said during dessert, he would be in no condition to do any of that now. Though it was still early, I clicked off my light and went to bed to the sound of laughter floating up from downstairs.

  Chapter 5

  “Checkmate,” I said, watching as Carter downed another shot. At some point, we had stopped drinking for each piece lost, but he was beyond legally drunk; he was completely hammered, which was exactly how I wanted him. We stumbled our way into his living room, and within five minutes, he was snoring loudly on the couch.


  Carter had a beautiful house, but it was old, and tonight I would use that to my advantage. I planned on going upstairs to spend some much needed time with my little girl, and I knew that if Carter woke, I’d be able to hear him coming long before he reached the top the second floor. Then again, I was also nearly positive that he wouldn’t be moving until morning light, and even then, only slightly due to what was going to be the mother of all hangovers.

  When I got to the top of the stairs, the hallway was completely dark. I wasn’t planning to knock on Mackenzie’s door and ask for permission to enter her room. I didn’t want permission; I wanted to go and take what I needed from my little girl. On the other hand, I didn’t want her waking up terrified and screaming, either. I’d have to be creative.

  Opening her door slowly, I saw her in the moonlight, sound asleep in her bed. I’d imagined her room dozens of times recently, and it was nothing like I’d pictured. I had expected her to have a room with all black walls, or a room covered in posters of different bands. I even thought it might be a room furnished in a modern design. What I was not prepared for was the space before me with pink walls, a white canopy bed, and stuffed animals everywhere the eye could see. I knew Carter had a hard time letting her grow up, but this was utterly ridiculous.

  I stood next to her and placed a hand over her mouth in case she decided to scream at the unexpected intrusion, whispering, “Shhhh, little girl, Daddy is here.”

  Her eyes flew open and her body went rigid for a moment before relaxing once again.

  I could see that she was smiling up at me. “Hi Daddy,” she said softly as I removed my hand from her mouth.

  I kissed her long and hard, and when I felt her struggle for air, I kissed her a moment longer before pulling back and allowing her a second to gasp for breath. I didn’t give her more than a breath before I was on her again. Her mouth opened, and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue in and out. She began wiggling below me, struggling for air once more. I continued to tongue fuck her mouth, though I, too, needed air. When I finally pulled back again, she put her hands between us and took several quick breaths.

  I grabbed both her tiny wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head, restraining her. Leaning down, my mouth an inch over hers, I could feel each puff, pant, and gasp that escaped from her. Each exhale saturated my face with her essence, and breathing her in, I growled, “Daddy decides when we kiss, how we kiss, and for how long.”

  I heard her whimper as I resumed my kissing, though at a much more leisurely pace. Slowly, I tongue fucked her, stopping occasionally to let her breathe. I would kiss and nibble carefully at her jawline while she would momentarily calm down, and then I’d return to assaulting her mouth with my tongue. It took nearly fifteen minutes until she no longer struggled, but accepted that I was going to tongue fuck her as long as I wanted to. “Such a good girl,” I finally said, pulling back and sitting on the edge of her bed.

  “Now, who decides when we kiss?” I asked to see if she had retained the information through the excitement of the moment.

  “Daddy.”

  “And who decides how we kiss?”

  “Daddy.”

  “And who decides how long we kiss?”

  “Daddy,” she sighed.

  “Yes. Daddy knows best. Now, let me see what my little girl decided to wear to bed to please Daddy.”

  When I looked down, I saw that she was wearing a thin grey t-shirt that came to a stop at her thighs. I raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Daddy, I didn’t know you were coming up here. I thought…”

  With a finger pressed to her lips, I silenced her. “Now, little girl. Daddy told you earlier that he would fuck you, and you knew Daddy was spending the night.”

  She nodded, so I removed my finger from her swollen—and likely to be bruised in the morning—lips.

  “Yes, Daddy, but I thought that you were just going to hang out downstairs with my dad…um, Carter. I didn’t know you would really come up here. Since Carter said you had been drinking, I figured you’d be staying downstairs.”

  I never would have told her not to call Carter, Dad, but I did like that she made the decision herself. I knew it made me sick in others’ eyes, but staring down at her hot little body right then, I didn’t really give a fuck what it made me or how other people saw me. I would never feel this way if she were actually a little girl…let alone my biological daughter.

  “You need not worry about what Daddy is doing or is going to do. Just know that he wants you, and if Daddy says he’s going to fuck you, he is going to fuck you. Do you understand, little girl?”

  She nodded quietly, and I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes she was excited.

  “Now, as for your clothing…” I grabbed her shirt and tore it from her body. “This is completely unacceptable. You will sleep in a nighty or nothing at all.”

  I lifted her to remove the now shredded garment and, without a second thought, threw it over my shoulder. It crumpled to the floor as I stared down at her heaven sent body. She wiggled under my penetrating gaze, causing her pert, braless breasts to sway slightly with the movement. I slid my finger into the elastic band of the navy blue or black cotton panties she was wearing. It was difficult to tell the exact color in the dim moonlight, but I’d examine them again more closely tomorrow in the light of day. “Off,” I commanded and held out my hand to her. She moved quickly as she wiggled her hips and shapely legs out of them, then placed them in my hand like she would a trophy I had won. Unlike her shirt, I did not toss them to the floor, instead putting them in my pants pocket to keep for later. Sick? Sure it was, but I’d crossed that line long ago. I knew what I wanted, and like hell if I wasn’t going to take it.

  Mackenzie lay before me, completely bare. Her pussy was silky smooth, just like each time we’d been together, and I briefly asked myself if she had done that specifically for me, or if she kept it bare like that all the time. Recalling the conversation from dinner, I jealously wondered if I was the only man who appreciated the care she took. Thoughts of the guy Carter was talking about earlier tonight flashed into my mind, and an image of him covering Mackenzie’s body with his and pressing himself into her tight pussy, invaded my mind. I shook the vision from my head, determined not to spoil the mood with thoughts of how I could never be with her in the way I truly wanted because of our age difference. This wasn’t the time for those thoughts; right now, I wanted to enjoy her.

  I wanted to fuck her hard tonight, but I also wanted to feel her breasts in my hands, taste her pussy on my tongue, and have her suck my cock. The question was: what did I want to do with her first? I knew I wanted her beyond wet when I finally tasted her pussy, so I bent down and began to kiss and nibble at her breasts. She wriggled at the sensation, her tits jiggling with each movement, and moaned softly as I sucked and bit on her swollen, peaked nipples. I was slightly concerned about making too much noise because I didn’t want to wake Carter, which was the reason I hadn’t spanked her. The quiet sounds she was making, however, would never make it down to the first floor, let alone wake him. Each little whimper made me harder than ever before.

  My throbbing cock, now straining against the zipper of my pants, was excruciatingly painful. I stood up and removed them, freeing myself. My little girl looked up at me expectantly from her position on her bed and licked her lips. “Would you like to taste Daddy?”

  She nodded and got to her knees on the edge of the bed. I lay in the place she had just vacated and watched with uncontainable pleasure as she took me into her mouth. Reaching up, I gently stroked her thigh as she got used to my length. By the time her head was bobbing up and down, my fingers were teasing her pussy lips, and when she was sucking me hard, I was finger fucking her quickly. She came undone on my fingers, and watching her lose herself in such a way got me there, too. With three still buried inside her, stroking and fueling the fire, I used my free hand to hold her head down on my cock as I shot my come into her mouth.

  I pulled my fing
ers from her drenched pussy and lifted her off of me, laying her back on the bed to admire her body once again. She was simply glowing from head to toe. I placed my wet fingers against my lips and sucked on them to retrieve every drop of juice she had given me.

  “You are delicious, little girl. Daddy wants to taste you now. You will lie still.”

  She nodded as I settled myself between her legs. Because of how wet she was, my tongue easily slid over her lips. She moaned and wiggled as I sucked and licked at her clit. Grabbing her thighs, I held her in place and bit down on it gently. “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered.

  I licked and teased her until she was trembling, and only then did I finally give her what she so desperately needed. Flattening my tongue on her clit, I gave her the pressure she was craving, which caused her to clamp her legs around my head as she rewarded me with her unique, tangy flavor.

  Kissing my way up her stomach and rib cage, I settled in again, this time on her breasts. They were small, but I liked girls with small tits and tiny, pink, pebbled nipples. I loved how they responded when I licked and sucked on them, and Mackenzie’s didn’t disappoint.

  “Are you ready to get fucked, little girl?” I asked when her breathing had essentially returned to normal.

  She nodded her head. “Yes, Daddy,” she said with a small smirk.

  Aw, hell no. She did not just smirk. I’d fuck that grin right off of her face. I grabbed a condom from my pants pocket that had been lying on the floor and rolled it on with expert precision. Kneeling between her legs, I lifted them so they were draping over my shoulders, her eyes wide at the vulnerable position I put her in. I knew she was wet, and although I would have liked to start slow, I didn’t. I thrust into her quickly, burying myself balls deep. She gasped, but I didn’t stop my movements as I scolded her. “Shhhh. You better be quiet, little girl, or we’ll have unwanted company.”