Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine, no pretense of it being a fatherly kiss. It was passionate, romantic. Lustful.
Though really, all pretenses of this being right or decent went out the window the second he traced along my breast, exposing my body to him.
So I knew it was going to happen, and I part my lips a little, a sigh escaping before I pull away. I can’t believe I just did that. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but his sweet, beautiful, wonderful words... I’m transfixed by them, and by the way he’s touching me with such reverence.
One of his strong hands rise up to my shoulder, guide me back to the bed, rubbing at my flesh as the other reaches to his chest and begins to undo his shirt, slowly revealing his hard, muscular pecs beneath, and the peppering of dark hair upon them.
“You lost your mother, but you have me. You’ll always have daddy,” he assures me, shedding his shirt, to show off that magnificent, masculine form of his. More a man than any I’d ever seen in the flesh before, with rippling muscles, sculpted from hard work and exercise. “And you’ll never need to worry about school or work again, I promise.”
I’m watching, transfixed upon his body as my mouth parts with hunger and desire. I pull away, though, and my bikini bottoms fall to the side, exposing my shaven sex.
“We shouldn’t,” I say gently, and I don’t want him to agree, but I’m so scared. It isn’t at all what I thought my first time could be, and at the same time, it’s so much more.
He smiles at me in such a way, I think he’s going to pull away and end it all, push no further and comfort me in some other manner. With a cup of hot cocoa maybe.
“Don’t you see, sweetie? We should though. We should stay together. After all we’ve been through… you belong here with me,” he says, stroking his hand over my thigh, up to my hip, where his thumb wanders in towards my cunny, over the smoothly shaved area of my mons, as his other hand undoes his belt and I can see his trousers drop an inch, showing the lines from his hip pointing to his groin, where the neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair pokes out.
I’m feeling as though I’m in a waking dream, and my lashes flutter down.
Would it really be so bad?
He’d never leave me. Never dump me or discard me. He’d always be there, always has been there...
I bite down on my lower lip and am so much more aware of his gaze as it lingers over my stiffened nipples, the flat of my stomach, and down further. It’s a greedy stare, but one filled with love as well, not like the boys at school.
So needful, yet sincere. Daddy’s lust would never die, I felt it in my heart as well as my loins. Doubly so when he pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, letting that big, thick manhood spring out bare.
I’d never seen it before, of course, never stumbled upon him with it out — not like this anyhow! — and seeing it so nude was breathtaking. He was bigger than any I’d ever seen in the movies, and ribbed with such bulging veins, throbbing before me from his desire as he took hold of my thighs with both hands and spread them.
“I’ll love you ‘til the end of time, sweetie,” he pledges, leaning in and placing another kiss upon my lips, probing his tongue betwixt them as he leaned in, and I felt the brush of his purple tip against my folds.
I gasp, and I pull away again, but my head is spinning with desire and my body is so angry that I’ve moved from his touch.
His fingers skirt down along my calves, tickling them there for a moment as he smiles at me as if this was all under his control. Part of his wondrous plan for me.
He licks his lips as his hands roam back up over my smoothly shaven thighs and their soft skin, before sneaking in towards my inner thighs and stopping, but I hate him for stopping. I need his touch again. I’m just so scared that this was so wrong, that I was ruining everything.
“My sweet little angel,” he coos at me as if the moment were only half lewd and lustful, and half sweet and wholesome. His long fingers tickling and stroking my skin as his gaze soaks me in with such pride and need. He steals another kiss from my lips boldly and gives a deep, throaty moan.
“I want you to forget college,” he says between smacks of our lips together. “Forget all that nonsense… and stay with me. I’ll take you to all the parties. All the soirees. And make you a queen of this house, this city.” And I could feel another brush of his manhood against my cunny as it bobbed with need.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and that sends a wave of embarrassment and frustration through me. He’s so close, I can feel his cock, and I want it so bad. For my mind to be quiet and just let go of all my apprehensions and worries and fears.
To just give in to pleasure, to what feels so right.
Daddy’s lips move across my skin, from my lips on down to my neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his manhood teases me so mercilessly without his even needing to try. He gives a low, rumbling groan of desire that vibrates my eardrum before his words resonate in my ear.
“Daddy loves you baby… and more than that, he needs to fuck you,” he says so crassly, unlike anything I’d ever heard from him except when berating someone over the phone. “I need to slide my cock in you like I need water and food,” he says, his voice edged with a bit of a growl.
Those words are my breaking point, I guess. Or maybe it was because just after saying them, he found that spot on my neck that just turned me into a puddle of need because I can’t find the will to protest anymore. To fight something I want so bad.
“Ohh, there,” I whimper, and I know that he knows he’s broken my will, shattered my defenses.
Daddy shows no hesitation then, suckling, licking and kissing upon that spot, working it better than Jeremy ever did or could! All while those big, strong hands of his stroked my skin, squeezed my flesh and paid such reverence to me. I could feel how sincere my daddy’s desire was, it was something that resonated through his every action, unlike with Jeremy or other boys.
“You’re mine,” he growls out in between suckling kisses on my neck, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze me tight against his hard, muscular chest.
I’m putty.