With a smile, he wraps his arm around me. I wait for his hand to land on my shoulder, but it doesn’t.
It slides under my arm and wraps around me until he’s cupping my breast. I gasp, but then I close my lips.
As if he’s rewarding me for my obedience, Daddy gently pinches my n****e. I arch into his touch and moan.
“Shh,” he chides.
I nod and apologize, so he starts again, this time flicking his short, blunt thumbnail over the very tip of my hardened n****e. It’s so hard to stay still.
I need more.
As we glide up to the top of the Ferris wheel, he keeps flicking my n****e. It sends zaps of pleasure down my torso and thighs. Back and forth, flick, flick, flick.
By the time our gondola starts to reach the top, I’m desperate for more.
My hips shift on their own.
“What do you want, Kin
