Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) by Krissy Saks

Ouch! He Feels So Good
(#1)
     
    Cameron
lay on the chaise lounge, enjoying the sun’s rays.  She reached for her drink,
turning toward her father’s direction.  Daddy was cleaning the pool.  As she
sipped the lemonade, her gaze lingered on him, her eyes hidden behind
sunglasses.
     
    Chris
Kennedy was in his late thirties, tall and tanned, with a lean, muscular
physique.  His Scandinavian lineage was apparent in his long, blond hair and
nearly hairless chest.  Shirtless, his muscular arms and back flexed as he
skimmed the water’s surface with a net.
     
    Cameron
set her drink down and sunk back into the chaise.  She enjoyed sneaking little
peeks at him whenever there was an opportunity.  Daddy is so hot, she thought. 
Why would Mom choose to run off with that golf pro weasel when she’s got
Daddy?  What a crazy bitch.  She couldn’t imagine a better looking, more decent
guy that her father.
     
    She
got up and adjusted the chaise so she could get some rays on her back.  Her
father, having a sixth sense about such things, looked up from the pool just as
she was bending over the chaise lounge.  He smiled at the sight of her pert
behind.  Call me a pervert, he thought, but I can’t help admiring my daughter’s
body.  Men love looking at attractive women.  Nothing wrong with looking, is
there?
     
    Cameron
lay on her stomach.  The afternoon sun was blazing.  Her back side was moist
with sweat, and the bikini bottom stuck to her flesh.  She tugged at it,
pulling it out from her cheeks.  She wanted to dive into the pool for some
relief, but needed to absorb some more sun first.
     
    “Daddy,”
she called out, “Will you put some lotion on me?”  Her father looked up and
grinned, placing the net up against the high, wooden fence enclosing the yard.
     
    “Anything
for my princess,” he said as he sat down next to her, his knee against her
thigh.  His eyes traveled the length of her body.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat
on her.  Her tan was darkening now that summer was starting, he thought.  Ever
since she was a kid, she loved frolicking by the pool.  It was hard to get her
to the dinner table during the summer months.  She’s not a kid any more, that’s
for sure.
     
    “Please
warm it up first, Daddy,” she said.  She hated to have cold suntan lotion
plopped on her back.
     
    “But
of course,” he replied, slipping into a servile, french accent.  She heard his
hands rubbing the lotion in his palms before he placed them on her shoulders. 
“Ze lotion, it is to your liking?”  She laughed.  He rubbed and kneaded the
lotion into her shoulders.  She pulled her long, blond hair off to one side so
lotion didn’t get caked in it.  He rubbed his fingers around her neck,
massaging the muscles.  Warmth spread from his touch.  He ran his slippery
hands down her arms, making sure the backsides were covered.  His thumbs
kneaded the lotion along her tiny wrists and around each of her delicate
fingers.  It tickled slightly, but she loved it.  He pulled on her fingers and
each little tug sparked a tingle in her tummy.
     
    “Daddy,
can you undo my top?”  Her father didn’t respond.  “Come on, Daddy, I don’t
want a big, white line running across my tan.”
     
    “Okay
sweetheart.”  He picked up a towel lying on the deck and wiped his hands.  “Let
me see if I still have the touch.”  He cracked his knuckles, pulled the clasps
loose and the top fell away.  Grateful to be able to breathe more freely,
Cameron inhaled deeply.  As she did, she picked up her favorite scent.  It was
a combination of soap, sweat, chlorine, and something unique and
indescribable.  It was Daddy’s smell.
     
    He
warmed some more lotion in his hands and massaged it into her back.  She’s so
tiny.  Built like a woman, but still very girlish.  His hands moved up and down
her back, slowly, letting the heat from his hands and the gentle friction warm
her muscles.  His hands moved along her