Mick didn’t think of himself as perverted. He just liked sex. A lot. A whole, whole lot! And what was a horny man to do when he hadn’t had sex in years, and his pretty daughter was doing her best to seduce him? Give in gracefully, and teach her how to do it right.
It’s easy to see why most distributors wouldn’t dare touch this book.
It’s also easy to see why this book is the NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER on the Carnal Pleasures website!
Today’s feature is Minx by the head honcho herself, Tani Fredricks, and if you want to know just how far Carnal Pleasures is willing to “push the envelope”, look no further than their number one seller. There are not enough exclamation points in the world to put behind the word “HOT” to adequately describe this one.
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Minx grinned up at him, and wiggled her tongue in the new gap between her front teeth. It made her look even younger than she really was. “Tell me the story about the Lone Ranger!”
Why had he just known that she’d want that one?
Mick heaved a troubled sigh. The Lone Ranger was going to get him in lots of trouble, because he hadn’t had time to whack off before storytime. She always liked to sit in his lap, and he always bounced her up and down, just as if she was riding a real horse. It was a sacred tradition.
Back when she’d still been a baby, wearing a thick padded diaper, that hadn’t been a problem.
But now she was old enough to wear lacy panties…and she liked them so much that she wouldn’t wear the regular cotton ones anymore. She wore them all the time, even to bed. The only time he could get them off her was in the tub…and that was even worse on his nerves, because she was developing such a sexy little body!
How much longer would it take before her flat little nubs began to swell into lush breasts, and tiny curls grew between her long, slender legs?
And when they did…how would he ever be able to keep his lustful hands off her?
“How about Robin Hood?” he suggested. Robin Hood was a safe story. There was no erotic horseback-riding in Robin Hood.
“No.” She squirmed in his lap, and he felt his cock get even harder. “Lone Ranger!”
“Okay.” He gave in with a sigh. He was a grown man. Surely he had enough self-control to get through this without creaming his jeans!
Or…maybe not. Because the first thing she did was wiggle her little butt right against his rock-hard shaft, and then start bouncing up and down. “Hy-oh, Silver!” she giggled.
Did it feel good to her? He’d heard somewhere that women loved riding horses because the saddle–or the horse’s arching back–pressed right up against their pussies, and stroked them delightfully!
She’s still just a little too young to feel pleasure, even if you did peel her panties off and started stroking her gorgeous little pussy!
Maybe–but he’d sure feel good!
“Minx…” He curled his hands around her tiny waist, intending to lift her safely into the air. But somehow his hands got mixed up, and he ended up pushing her down, so that she was rubbing really hard against his throbbing cock.
Every stroke of her soft little bottom made heat rise higher and higher…
“Are you okay?” She squirmed around to look at him, and an anxious frown creased her forehead. “You’re breathing funny!”
He was panting so fast that he was feeling dizzy. “When you play horsey like that, it makes me feel…” What could he tell her that she’d understand?
“Good? Like this?” She bounced again…and his control snapped!
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