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that rolls and rolls and rolls between my hips.

 

"That's my gorgeous girl," he rasps. "Come hard for me."

 

My whole body throbs. I twitch and sigh as the tension rips through my muscles and then subsides.

I lie panting and spent on top of my father. The man who helped raise me is now the man who just made me come. He eases me onto the mattress, then pulls me into his arms. I tuck my face into the angle of his neck and breathe deep the comforting scent of his skin. His cock is still hard and pushing at my belly, but he doesn't move to free it. In fact, he doesn't move at all.

 

"What's wrong?" I ask.

 

He takes a long time to respond. "Just..can’t believe i just fingered you…”

 

I kiss his neck, then his chin, working my way up to his mouth. Our dream kisses pale in comparison to kissing my dad in real life. The heat from his breath caresses my face as he opens his mouth to me. Emboldened, I slip my tongue between his lips, and slide my hand between us to grasp his cock.

 

Air hisses through his teeth. "Oh, Jennifer. Baby."

 

"I want you, Daddy."

 

He grips the waistband of his pajama pants. "I want you, too, sweetheart. Christ, I'm so fucking hard for you."

 

"Please—" I kiss him. "—let me feel it."

 

After a moment's hesitation, he pulls the waistband out and down, releasing his cock. My mouth forms an O. He's so big, so thick and tan. I glance up at him, my eyes wide with the question my lips can't bring themselves to ask.

 

"Go on," he said. "You can touch it."

 

Smiling, I wrap my fingers around him. The sound that pours from his mouth makes my nipples harden. His skin is hot, the hardness beneath it unlike anything I've ever felt before. Not hard like stone, but not supple either. I give him a few test strokes. My dad weaves his fingers through the hair at the back of my head. I brush my thumb across the tip and he gasps. I giggle.

 

"What's so funny?" His mouth tips into a half smile.

 

"You."

 

He pulls my hair gently, angling my face back so he can kiss me full on the mouth. "What's funny about me?"

 

I shrug one shoulder. He eyes me carefully, tilts his head.

 

"Have you ever done this before?" he asks.

 

"Of course," I say, slightly indignant. "Sort of."

 

"Sort of?"

 

I bite my lips together. "Like once or twice."

 

"You've had sex twice?"

 

"No." I glance down at his chest, embarrassed. "Just my hand."

 

He tips my chin up, forcing me to look at him. I can't help but return his smile.

 

"Let Daddy show you how."

 

Wrapping his hand around mine, he shows me how to stroke him, where to place pressure, how to tease the head. As I get better, I find myself wanting to try new techniques, new grips and rhythms. When a bead of clear fluid rises to the tip of his cock, I can't help myself. I lick it off.

 

"Shit." His hand tightens in my hair. "Do that again, would you, sweetheart?"

 

"Okay." I make my way down the bed and position myself at eye-level with his cock. Carefully, I stand him straight-up and draw my tongue across the salty head.

 

My father growls. "Lick the shaft. Lick whole shaft for me, baby."

 

I glide my tongue from the base of his cock to the very top and am rewarded with another drop of precum and a deep, throaty grunt. Without prompting, I take the head of his cock into my mouth and start to suck.

 

He mutters. "That's it, baby. Keep doing that."

 

I bob my head, taking him in as far as I can until I gag. His hand still in my hair, he doesn't force me down, but he doesn't pull me off either. I concentrate on maintaining good suction and a steady rhythm.

 

"Wrap your hand around the shaft," he says. "Like that, yeah. Now move your hand along with your mouth... That's perfect. Fuck, angel, you're a natural cocksucker."

 

Pride swells in my chest. I keep stroking and sucking, trying to take more of his cock into my mouth with each pass. I love the way he tastes and the natural, male scent of him. Gently, I cradle his balls with my free hand. The shaft pulses in my fist as I whirl my tongue around the head and then take him deep.

 

"I'm gonna come," he says. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, just switch to your hand."

 

As soon as he says it, I know I want him to come in my mouth. I start sucking like my life depends on it, like the past, the present and the future are all hinging on my ability to make my father paint the back of my throat. He groans, his hips lifting. I thought I was ready for it, but when the first spurt of hot, salty cum hits my tongue, I gag. My eyes water. I hold my breath and wait for him to finish pulsing, then let his cock slide out. I hold his cum in my mouth, a little grossed out, but mostly bewildered.

 

He touches his thumb to my bottom lip. "You can spit it out if you want."

 

I take his offer to spit as a challenge. Ever the overachiever, I tip my head back and swallow. His cum slides down my throat easily, leaving a slight aftertaste. I can tell he's pleased by the way his gaze darkens.

 

"That was amazing. You're amazing." He pulls me from my spot at the bottom of the bed into his arms and kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. He kisses my mouth, which surprises me since I've only just swallowed his cum. "I can't believe we just did that."

 

I can, and I want to do more. I strip out of my tank top, wrap my leg around his hips, and start kissing his neck. My father's hands find my breasts and begin kneading them. I nudge his pajama pants further down his legs with my foot, and he takes them off. Now we're both naked, tangled in each other.

 

"Daddy," I say breathlessly, as he licks my nipple. "I want you to..."

 

"What do you want me to do, sweetie?" He pushes my breasts together so he can suck both nipples at once. My clit throbs. It feels so fucking good. "Tell me."

 

My mind is a jumble of needs and wants and desperately-must-haves. I wet my lips, running my fingers through his blond hair, threaded with silver. "I want you to be the one to do it."

 

"To do what?" The words come out muffled, spoken with my nipple in his mouth.

 

"I want you to take my virginity."

 

He pauses for the briefest of seconds, then kisses my breasts and looks at me. "You're sure?"

 

"I am." I trace the lines of his face with my fingertip. It's a handsome face, a familiar face, one I've known my entire life, yet it's almost as though I'm seeing it—seeing him—for the first time. My dad kisses me deeply, stroking my tongue with his own as he moves to lie on top of me. He reaches between my legs, his fingers finding my opening.

 

“You're still so fucking wet," he says, working a long, slick finger into my pussy. I've finger-fucked myself before, but his hands are bigger. I hold onto his shoulders and try and relax my muscles. He pulls out, adds a second finger, and strokes my clit with his thumb.

 

I rock my hips to meet his gentle thrusts. "Daddy, it feels so good."

 

"It doesn't hurt?"

 

I shake my head. "Not at all."

 

My dad withdraws from my body, brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean. "You're delicious, angel."

 

I lace my fingers into his hair and guide his lips to mine for a taste. I am delicious. The two of us, together, are delicious. He's still kissing me when I feel the head of his cock, rock-hard again, against my folds.

 

"This might hurt a little," he says.

 

"Why, because your dick is so big?" I can tell he likes the sound of that by the dimples in his cheeks.

 

"Just keep breathing, babygirl." He rubs my clit with the tip of his cock and then prods my opening. He stops. "Shit. I should go get a condom."

 

"No, it's okay. I'm on the pill."

 

"But you don't always take it. I've seen the packet in your bathroom."

 

"I don't care." I reach between us to stroke his shaft, so thick and veiny. "I want to feel you inside me. Just you."

 

He looks at my hand, wrapped around him, urging him on. "Fuck, angel, I want to. I really fucking want to, but I don't know..."

 

I tilt my head and don my very best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that have never failed to earn me an extra scoop of ice cream or another hour of screen time before bed. "Pretty please, Daddy."

 

My father smiles wickedly. "How could I say no to that?"

 

I bite my lip and giggle, which quickly becomes a whimper as he drives his cock forward. Not too fast but not too slow either. My insides feel like they're being rearranged, stretched and pushed around to accommodate him. It hurts. He withdraws part-way and then drives back in, bottoming out. I swear I can feel his cock behind my belly button.

 

"Jesus fuck, you're so tight." The veins and muscles in his arms bulge as he holds himself above me. "Are you okay?"

 

"It hurts a little."

 

"Give it a second. You just need to get used to it." He drops down onto his elbows so he can kiss me. I'm so distracted by his tongue in my mouth that I barely notice when he starts to move in and out of my pussy.

 

By the time I realize he's fucking me—like, actually fucking me—I can't believe how good it feels. The pain is barely an echo. But oh, the pleasure. The motherfucking pleasure. I brace my feet on the bed so I can buck my hips in time with my dad's thrusts. He kisses my neck and plays with my nipple.

 

"You like that, angel?" he rasps. "You like having your dad's cock inside you?"

 

"Yeah. I love it, Daddy."

 

"Good girl. Christ, how'd I get so fucking lucky?"

 

"I'm the lucky one."

 

I fold my arms around his neck. My father grinds his pelvis against mine on a deep in-thrust, putting pressure on my clit and making me moan. My heart beats like thunder in my chest, as pleasure zaps along my spine like chain-lightning. I had no idea sex could feel this good. My dad had made sure it would feel this good, and now I don't see how it could ever feel this good with anyone else.

 

He pulls out and kneels in front of me, stroking his shiny cock. "Want to mix it up?"

 

I nod my head eagerly. I'm willing to try anything with him.

 

"Get on your hands and knees."

 

I move into position, glancing back to watch him kneel behind me. I can't get enough of the look on his face as he squeezes my ass cheeks and spreads my knees wider is. He pets my pussy, stroking the sensitive lips. I watch him from between my legs. He fingers my clit and my legs tremble. I'm going to come again if he keeps this up. I think he knows it, because he doesn't stop fingering me, even as he guides his cock to my pussy.

 

"Tell me if it's too much," he says.

 

I'm not sure what he means. Then he plunges inside me and I cry out.

 

"Oh my god." I drop onto my elbows. "How are you even in that deep?"

 

"It's the position," he says, caressing my back. "Shit, angel, your pussy is amazing. I won't last long like this."

 

"That's okay, Daddy. I want you to come in me."

 

The sound he makes is pure lust, and my father's cock drives into me, hard and fast, his pelvis hitting my ass with each thrust. I feel my clit pulse against his fingers. I

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