Selena Kitt’s *Daddy's Favorites*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo fantasy to life.
Qesa wants to be a star, and DJ Rafe, her manager and step daddy, wants to make all her dreams come true.
Mari, Qesa’s mother, longs to go back home to Venezuela, but Qesa loves all things American, especially the idea of fame and money.
When she gets an ingenious idea to create a naughty video and make it go viral, she enlists her daddy to help fulfill her forbidden fantasies and make her famous.
Warning: This title contains shamelessly wicked displays of taboo sex so hot—careful!—it may just melt your ereader!
Word Count: 10,000
“That’s it, babygirl, move that big, juicy ass over Daddy’s cock. Make him nice and hard for you. You want my cock in there? I can make you sing like you never have before.”
Rafe’s words shocked her but a familiar throb began between her thighs, both her pussy and ass contracting, making her acutely aware of her arousal. She reached down, sliding a hand under the elastic band of her panties, to touch herself. Her pussy lips were thick, swollen. She stroked her finger gently up and down her slit, needing more. Her heart beat faster as she listened to him telling her just what he wanted to do.
And she wanted it to.
All she had to do was go to him.
Quiet and stealthy as a kitten, she crept to his bed, climbing up on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, nestling his balls right against her mound. His eyes flew open, blinking a few times as her face registered and he came out of his own fantasy.
“Hey, wait,” he protested. “Qesa. Babygirl, you have to stop. You have to get off.”
“Si, Papa.” She bit her lip, bumping her panty-covered crotch up against his cock. “I want to get off…”
“Qesa!” he cried. “No!”
“Yes, Daddy,” she urged, glancing between his stunned face to his erection, standing straight up, pointing at her navel. Her t-shirt was short, barely covering her belly button, the rise of her breasts pulling it taut. She licked her lips, hands going to her own thighs, her nails digging into the soft skin there to keep herself from touching him just yet. She wiggled her hips, making a tiny circle, bumping his sac, watching his hard cock bounce.
“Qesa, stop! You have to go,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands fisting the worn comforter. “Babygirl you can’t do this with Daddy! Fuck!”
This book was added to our catalog on Wednesday 21 December, 2016.