e-booksonline Chapter 252: In Need Of A Father Figure
Chapter 252: In Need Of A Father Figure
"Well, since you proved how much you wanted it, come over here and get the kiss you deserved, Camila." Kafka said after he got a good look at her soaked underwear, which made Camila quickly leap into his lap in a gleeful manner, completely ignoring the humiliation she had to go through, and she herself gave him a kiss as she pulled him into her embrace.
Chu!~
Since Camila had scooted onto Kafka's lap to kiss him more comfortably, she was currently sitting on top of his one leg while Bella sat on top of the other, with both their legs touching one another in the middle while their tits were exposed to him.
Bella also didn't mind that her seat, which she was getting used to, got stolen by her mother since now she got to have a better look at the sight of her mother kissing Kafka so brazenly and vividly saw their tongues tangle with one another's, which she had to admit was quite thrilling to watch.
"Mmm!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Hmmm!♡~"
She had thought that she would be satisfied with one single kiss, and that one would be enough to quell her curiosity about how it feels to taste someone's lips.
But just like an irresistible craving that comes after eating something so delicious that you just can't get it out of your mind, she couldn't help but bite her lips and want to feel the moistness that came when two lips touched once again.
The overwhelming desire to taste Kafka's lips once again that came from deep within was only accentuated when she saw her mother rubbing her hands all over the neighbour next door while giving him a deep kiss, like she was trying to suck his soul out of his body.
"Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Nnnn!♡~"
Kafka wasn't also letting her mother have her way with his lips, and he was also busy groping her breasts beneath that were pushing into his body; pinching her nipples whenever she got too carried away and bit his lips a little too hard, which made her back off like a vampire that tasted garlic on his lips.
"Ahh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Hmmm!♡~"
But these little teasings that were both painful and tantalising at the same time weren't enough to stop Camila from going back in for a passionate kiss, while her daughter watched with her body heating up every time she could hear the sloshing of their tongues and the silent whimpers her mother was letting out.
"Ohhh!♡~ Lick!♡~ Sigh!♡~ Nibble!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
She knew exactly what she wanted at the moment, which was to be in the position her mother was in and let Kafka smother her lips while playing with her developing chest, which was quite obvious seeing how hard her nipples were turning when she thought of it happening.
But unlike her mother, who was bold enough to ask for what she wanted, throwing any bit of pride and dignity into the mud just to be embraced by the love of her life, she wasn't brave enough to do the same.
"That's impossible! There's no way in hell I'll ever consider someone younger than me to be my father!...That's simply not happening!" Bella protested in a fluster while looking around for a mirror since she really wanted to see how she looked right now and what Kafka had done to her hair.
"I see..." Kafka let out a sigh, like he had given up on persuading her. But to her surprise, it wasn't exactly so as he continued saying, "...I thought of giving you another kiss since you looked like you really wanted one if you were to call me Daddy again, since I feel much closer to Camila when her own daughter calls me her father and wouldn't mind you calling me that."
"But since you don't seem to agree with what I said, I guess I'll just go back to having fun with your mother..." Kafka said like it was a loss and turned his head to face Camila, while Camila herself immediately puckered her lips out in a eager manner when she heard his words.
"W-Wait!"
But before Camila could receive the kiss she was looking forward to, her daughter interrupted them, which made Camila look at Bella like she was asking her to hurry up and not be so wishy-washy as she didn't remember raising such an indecisive daughter.
Bella looked quite hesitant at first to continue her words after calling Kafka. But once she saw her mother in Kafka's embrace, she decided to follow her mother's example and build up some much-needed courage. And then, following in her mother's footsteps, she asked with a firm look in her eyes,
"W-Will you really kiss me another time if I were to call you what I called you before?"
"...A-And not just a simple kiss, but the one you're having with my mother right now, where you're t-touching her all over while you do so?" Bella asked with her cheeks flushed while looking at her mother's nipples that were bright red from all the teasing they had gone through and wondered if her's would be the same if Kafka did the same to her as well.
"Listen Bella, a daughter is someone who is meant to be cherished and utterly spoiled in her father's hands...So if you were to call me Daddy from this moment on, I promise you'll get as many kisses as you want whenever you want on your body, no matter how dirty that place may be....And I'll also teach you some special things that other fathers out there won't dare teach their daughters, if you know what I mean..." Kafka said with his lips curled up as he slid his hands into her pants and groped her soft butt that was resting on his legs, which made her let out a whimper.
"Hmm!♡~...F-Fine Daddy..." Bella accepted Kafka's conditions since his touch on her body was simply irresistible, and she was also curious as to what else he was going to teach her that other fathers could never teach their own daughters. "...But this is only for today and not anywhere else."
"We'll see about that..." Kafka said as he pulled her in while she closed her eyes and gave her the kiss that she was willing to call him something so morally degrading for. "...Whether you stop calling me Daddy or whether you can't stop calling me your father when I'm done with you."
"And trust me when I say that I'm confident with what I say, since when I can even make your own mother call my name so dearly, it shouldn't be too hard for me to make her daughter, my loveable daughter as well, with a little time..." Bella rolled her eyes when she heard Kafka's arrogant words and focused on the kiss she had been craving for a while now, as she wrapped her hands around his neck and let him do whatever he wanted inside her mouth with his tongue.
But at the same time, she also couldn't help but be afraid that his words might come true, as just hearing his very voice made her loins heat up because of the intimidating and irresistible image of him she had built up in her head.
And along with the fear came excitement as well, as even though she was frightened stiff by his gloomy gaze, she also couldn't forget the feeling of getting disciplined by the boy before her, which made her shiver every time he called her name in such a cold tone.
And she secretly felt like doing something bad just so she could feel the wrath of this father of her that she had just accepted, which she couldn't tell out loud because of how degrading and humiliating it was to accept this perverted hidden desire of hers...