EMILY

“Come to Daddy, baby girl,” he growled, gripping my hair and yanking me up with a slow, dangerous pull.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me against him. I felt the heat of his body and the steady rhythm of his breath as he kissed my neck.

He slipped his fingers under the strap of my lingerie, sliding it off my shoulder slowly, with his eyes fixed on every inch of skin he exposed. He unclasped my bra with ease and pulled it away, letting it fall to the floor.

"Too pretty to be covered up for daddy" he muttered. He pressed his mouth to the bare skin he uncovered, giving me kisses that made me feel owned, trapped and wanted.

My breath hitched, but I didn’t pull away, because I wanted this.

He pushed me on the bed, while staring at me directly into my eye balls with a dark smirk on his face.

"Widen those legs properly." He said and his deep tone made it clear that it wasn't a request, it was a command and I did as he said quickly.

"Okay, Daddy." I said softly, my thighs parting under his gaze.

I saw the hunger and possession in his eyes.

And I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to close them again until he was finished with me.

He was standing at the edge of the bed fully naked with his huge cock all lubed up and fully erect, with the tip of the cock twitching and making my pussy so much wetter than it already was.

He climbed the bed and I could see the hunger and desires in his eyes.

“You look really delicious tonight, more like freshly baked bread,” he said.

I arched my back as he kissed along my collarbone, down the center of my chest, with his tongue trailing a hot, wet line that made my stomach tighten.

His mouth closed around my nipple, sucking gently, then teasing with his tongue. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair, pressing him closer.

He gave both breasts attention, slowly and patiently, until I was whimpering.

His hand gripped my breast firmly, claiming it like it belonged to him.

He kissed the cleavages of my breasts, not rushing, just breathing me in.

His lips traveled lower again, trailing across my stomach, then pausing just below my belly button. “You’re so soft here,” he murmured, his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh.

I gasped when he moved closer to my inner thighs. But he didn’t go further yet. The tension between my legs was unbearable.

“You’re already shaking,” he said with a crooked grin.

He leaned down and kissed the inside of my thighs once, then again, slower. I moaned softly, my fingers gripping the sheets. His hands held my hips as he pressed a kiss over the thin fabric covering my pubic mound, making me cry out.

Then he looked up at me.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“I want your mouth daddy,” I said, barely able to speak.

He grinned. “Good. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

He hooked his fingers into my panties and dragged them down slowly. My skin felt very hot and sensitive. He spread my thighs gently and leaned in, his breath warm against my most sensitive spot.

Then his tongue touched me.

I let out a sharp cry, my hips lifting off the bed. He groaned against me, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me still as he licked me slowly and deeply; like he was savoring every second.

His tongue circled my clit, then flattened and pressed harder. He sucked gently. My body began to shake.

“You taste so good,” he said between strokes.

He gripped my thighs tight, holding me open like I was the only thing that could satisfy him.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he growled against me.

My head fell back, with my hands gripping the sheets as his tongue licked me deeper and harder. He alternated between soft strokes and firm pressure, and responded to every moan I let out, more like he was reading me.

My legs trembled around his head.

“Daddyyy,” I moaned.

But he didn’t stop, neither did he give me a second to catch my breath. He immediately slid two fingers inside me while his tongue kept circling my clit, and I moaned louder.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said hoarsely, “Right on my tongue.”

And I did.

The orgasm hit me hard, ripping through me like fire. I gasped his name, my body shaking, and my back arching off the bed.

He pinned me down, his tongue buried deep in my pussy, dragging every last orgasm from me until I came apart, twitching from the last waves of pleasure.

Don finally pulled back, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Look at you,” he said with a dark smile. “Dripping for me.”

I sat up and reached for him, wrapping my hand around his thick, hard length. He hissed through his teeth, then caught my wrist and gently pushed me back down.

“Tonight’s mine,” he said. “No teasing. I need to be inside you.”

He rubbed himself against me, dragging his cock through my folds, teasing, just enough to make me whimper.

“Say it,” he growled, giving me a slap on my left tit and I felt my pussy twitch. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do,” I whispered, breathless. “Only you daddy.”

That was all he needed.

He slammed into me deep and hard, claiming me with one powerful thrust. We both cried out. I clung to him as he started moving inside me.

He held my wrists above my head, pinning me down and controlling the pace.

Every thrust made the bed shake. My moans filled the room, mixing with his deep groans.

“Daddy” I gasped. “I’m close again.”

“Then cum,” he growled, his teeth grazing my neck. “Soak my cock.”

The orgasm crashed into me. My whole body shattered under him, screaming his name. That’s what finally pushed him over the edge.

Then he slammed into me one last time, groaning deep in his chest as he spilled inside me, his body jerking through every pulse of pleasure.

For a long moment, all I could hear was our fast and heavy breathing.

I barely had time to catch my breath before my dad flipped me onto my stomach. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me back into him. I gasped, my body still shaking.

“Did you think I was finished?” he murmured roughly. “I haven’t even started to ruin you.”

I tried to push myself up on my elbows, but his hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me down. I could feel him already hard again, dragging himself slowly between my folds, teasing and drenched in the mess we’d just made.

“You’re soaked,” he growled. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

I moaned, “Yes…”

He slammed into me from behind, without warning, burying himself deep. I cried out, the stretch sharper and deeper from this position. He filled me completely, making me gasp with every thrust.

One of his hands wrapped around my throat, not tight, just enough to make sure I remembered who was in control.

“You think I don’t see how crazy you get when I take you like this?” His voice was all grit, pounding into me harder with each word. “You were made for this, for me.”

My body gave him the answer as I couldn’t speak. Every time he moved, he hit something inside me that made my vision blur and my mouth hung open in a silent scream.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back. He slid his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in fast, punishing circles that made my thighs shake.

“Cum for me again,” he demanded. “I want to feel you squeeze me.”

And I did.

I cried out in pleasure as the orgasm hit me, my whole body tensing with the force of it. I clenched around him, gripping the bed sheets with shaking hands.

He groaned as he slammed into me one last time, and came hard. I felt him spill inside me, his body jerking against mine as he cursed my name.

He dropped beside me this time, both of us breathing heavily.