DADDY SNUGGLES ME HOT
The crack of the ice is thest thing I hear.
I drop like a stone, submerging in less than a second. The freezing water hits me so fast it burns, immediately sending my mind and body into overdrive. I close my eyes as I swipe at the water, afraid my eyeballs might freeze if I open them.
But not being able to see, I be incredibly disoriented, not knowing up from down. For a moment, I feel the urge to let go and just sink, to let my weight take over.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.
Sink into oblivion…
Sink into the dark depths…
But I open my eyes instead, withstanding a st of cold. I’m close to the surface, maybe a few strokes away from touching the icy covering. A renewed vigor takes over and I will my muscles to move, dragging me to the surface.
I can’t find the hole I broke through. I struggle and panic as I frantically search the ice for an opening. My hands swipe against the ice. I feel the urge to breathe start to eat away at me, working against my lungs wish to inhale a huge gulp of water.
As my hand strikes the surface once more, a meaty paw grabs a hold of my iling arm,tching on tightly. The arm drags me up with such force I’m almostunched from the water back onto the frozenke.
My stepdad grabs a hold of me, cradling me in his arms.
“Jesus Christ, are you okay?!”
The words are hazy to me, and my only response is chattering teeth. I shake and sputter against the cold breeze, somehow feeling worse up in the world than I did under the water.
“Shit, we gotta get you back to the cabin!”
He picks me up and carries me bodily to the cabin not too far away.
Even in my state of utter exhaustion, all I can think about is how stupid I am.
I can’t believe I ran out onto the ice when my stepdad warned me not to. I thought I was being funny, I thought I was being rebellious, I thought I was too young for horrible things to happen too.
What a stupid fucking girl.
The wake up call ravages my mind, just as the water tried to turn me into an ice cube. I screwed our vacation up. He’s going to hate me.
We’re inside the cabin, the air feeling no warmer than it did outside.
Daddy’s mumbling to himself, “Okay, okay. Uh, let’s see.”
He rushes over to the living room and sets me down on the couch. He heads off and returns with some towels.
“We have to get those wet clothes off you, babygirl.”
I nod, abination of affirmation and muscles spasms. Daddy removes my thick coat, pulls my shirt over my head and drops my pants, leaving me in my bra and panties. He runs the towels over me, soaking up the
water burning my skin. He’s both gentle and rough, taking care not to hurt me but anxious as all hell to get me dry.
I unhook my bra, a task herculean in its difficulty through trembling fingers. I finally remove the damp top, covering myself with a bare arm. Daddy hands me the towel-I swear with crimson in his cheeks-and I dry the rest of my crevices.
When I move to remove my panties, daddy says, “Hold on, babygirl.” He takes off his sweater and throws it over my head, the thick, beige monstrosity I tease him about a perfect respite from the frigid air. He sets about stoking the fire in the firece. As he does that, I pull my panties down and dry my frozen pussy and ass. I don’t have a pair of panties
nearby, so I just hold the massive sweater down, using it as a makeshift skirt.
When the fire res to life, my skin goes numb, tingling from the heat hitting me. Daddymands me toy down on the bearskin rug in the room, a thick fur morefortable than the beds we slept onst night. He grabs the nket from his king sized bed and ces it on top of me. Even with the fire going, the rug under me, and the nket on top of me, it’s not enough to abate the cold. It doesn’t help that my hair is drying slowly. I grab the towel and try to get as much water out of it as I can, but
my shivering only seems to get worse.
Daddy grumbles, “Okay, hold on, we need to get you some body heat as well.”
Daddy climbs under the nket, spooning me from behind. But it’s no good. Daddy’s a big muscr guy, but I can’t feel any heat through his clothes. I can feel the warmth of his arms around me, which makes me realize
I need skin to skin contact.
“D-D-Daddy,” I stutter, “You need to t-t-t-take your clothes off. I can’t f-f-f-feel your warmth.”
I feel him nod and pull away for a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head and removes his pants. When he closes back in on me, his legs tuck in behind mine, and the warmth of his body elicits an immediate sigh of relief, the flow of heat collecting under the nket.
It feels so good I abandon all modesty, pulling his sweater over my head and tossing it to the side.
Daddy pulls away for a moment, just slightly, saying nothing but clearly embarrassed by the situation. Instead, I reach back and pull him back into me, pulling the arm under him under my head and cing the other arm around my waist. He keeps his under arm stretched out, not wanting to curve it inward andnd on my breasts, while his over arm maintains an even distance between my pussy and my tits.
The rush of heat with so much contact is the most pleasurable thing I’ve felt, well, ever. It takes a few minutes of heat hitting me to give me a moment of rity: I realize I’mpletely naked, and daddy has nothing but his boxers on as he snuggles in behind me.
Every moment we stay there is another moment my body heats up. In more ways than one! It’s like the feeling of my skin is not normal. It’s way, way more amped up, returning with a vengeance, sensitive to the slightest
touch. When daddy’s fingers on my stomach twitch, it’s like a pulse of energy being driven into me.
When the cold is no longer the focus of my mind, I turn to the body around me. I never thought about my stepdad like this before, but something inside me is begging me for more than just his heat. It’s begging me for more
than just the feel of his muscles pressed against my back.
Why am I thinking about this?
And then I realize, I just survived a life or death situation, having been pulled from the brink by the heroics of my stepfather. If it weren’t for him, I’d be…
The thought is ghastly.
But not as ghastly as the feelings that are rushing through me for the man who saved my life. I want to refocus my thoughts, to change my perceptions right now, but the pressure of his body against mine is stirring a fire inside me I can’t put out.
The more my body returns to normal, the more I want to act on those urges. When my shivering dies down, I start to twist in position, turning my torso back and forth, rubbing against daddy’s stomach and chest. My lower back undtes, more and more, until my ass starts to rub hard against his groin.
“Babygirl, what are you doing?” he asks softly.
“Trying to get warm, daddy,” I respond.
He swallows, loud enough for me to hear. He won’t stop me. I continue to push against him, wrapping the crooks of my knees around his knees, enjoying every bit of contact I can.
And then I feel it. Lifeing back to both of us: my body warming, his cock thickening. Oh my god, I’m so naughty! But what do you expect? Just being naked, having a man’s arms wrapped around me, is enough to fire me
up. I tingle all over where his skin touches mine, and the warmth flooding me is more thanforting. It’s erotic. It’s like having his testosterone flowing through me, like we’re one and the same.
I don’t know if it’s because of his warmth or that he just saved me, but I want him. I want that thickness I feel, that strength, to fill me uppletely.
I’m not warm, I’m burning up!
Each twitch of my ass meets tightening fabric, one barely able to contain daddy’s own arousal. When his dickes to full mast, I push back hard against him, pressing his boner between my ass cheeks.
I hear him groan, and I y the innocent girl. “What is it, daddy?”
He swallows, clearing his throat, “Uhh…”
I make my move, consumed by lust to be extra bold. I reach behind me and slide my hand against his boxers, my fingers gliding over his hard cock.
“Oh, daddy! What’s this?!”
“It’s just hot under here, is all.”
“Really hot,” I say. “But I need it, daddy. I need you to warm me up.”
“That’s what I’m doing, babygirl.”
“No, it’s not enough, daddy. I think you need me to show you what warms me up.”
I shuffle under the nket, turning around so that I face daddy. The heat of the firece on my back is nothingpared to the sudden rush of heat as I face my naked body toward daddy. Still lying on his one arm, his other stays at my waist just above my hips.
But my hands move. I slip my left hand under the waistband of his boxer, wrapping my fingers around his straining cock. I squeeze slightly, enjoying the firm feel of an engorged cock.
Daddy groans in response. “Oh, shit.”
I pull down on his foreskin, forcing his cock even more taut than before.
“Daddy, what if I get hypothermia? You need to do more to make me warm.”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, babygirl. I didn’t think about it.” I stroke his dick as he talks, pulling tension out of his voice, eliciting anxious lip bites and forcefully closed eye lids. I lightly run my hand down his shaft, caressing it as I cup my hand around his balls, massaging them like I’m cradling a child. His cock bobs back and forth as daddy strains his cock and fights the rush of pleasure.
“Now take care of me right. I’m your only daughter after all.” I shuffle back to my original position, curving my back into daddy. But as I push back into him, I push his cock down so that my ass sits on top of it, leaving it pressed against the taint between my ass and pussy.
When daddy leans into me, his cock pushes forward, his bulbous head splitting my lips low from behind. I squirm, the contact sharp and surprising.