He looks at me as if I’m a painting. Something akin to an artwork he’s too scared to touch. Even though he’s just given me two amazing orgasms, I want more. I’m hungry and the only man who can feed my insatiable nature is Vincent Wilder, my Dad.
His body is toned, the slight smattering of dark hair on his chest makes him more alluring. His tanned, smooth skin of his stomach is taut against tightly packed muscle. He's all man.
Long dark hair hangs just under his shoulders, and the dark beard that adorns his rugged jaw gives him an edge that makes my body pulse with need.
My gaze lands on his cock, thick, hard, and shimmering with arousal which makes me lick my lips.
“Do you want to taste daddy’s cock, princess?” He questions in a low gravelly tone that has my head nodding quickly. “On your knees.”
I move quickly, dropping to the carpet and reaching for the cock that I've only ever seen in a dimly lit bedroom while he stroked himself.
The silky skin, the hardness of him makes me shiver with anticipation. My tongue darts out, lapping at the juices that collect on his tip.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I take that as my cue to engulf him with my mouth. His thickness slides over my tongue, and when I feel him hit the back of my throat, I hum as pleasure rockets through me.
Dad’s hands slip into my long hair, fisting the strands until I wince, but there's no pain, it's pure pleasure. My lips move up and down, sucking him deep into my throat which makes him growl in response.
“You're too fucking good at this, princess,” he grunts, slipping from my mouth. He fists his cock, holding my head in place, he paints my lips with his precum and my saliva.
“Fuck me, please?” I beg. I fucking plead. My body trembles with anticipation. Dad tugs me to my feet, guiding me to the mattress.
When I'm lying back, I slowly spread my legs allowing him to settle between my thighs. His cock nudges my entrance, opening me as his hips move and roll.
“Oh god, please,” I whimper, and he moves quickly, driving himself deep inside me. My back arches the moment he's fully seated. The thickness of him molding me to every hard ridge of him.
“Fuck, princess, you're so right,” he coos in my ear. His hands fisting beside my head. We're two naked bodies, locked in pleasure. My pussy pulses when he growls in my ear as his lips feather along my neck.
I can't find words as he moves inside me. Fucking me into the mattress. I take my nails along his back, and I'm sure I'm leaving marks, but I don't care. He's mine and I'm claiming him as much as he's claiming me.
Daddy moves faster, thrusting like an animal inside me. I feel him deep, his cock getting thicker, opening me to his body.
“You were made for me,” he tells me.
“I am yours, always,” I whimper as my nails dig into his shoulders as he moves faster, fucking harder, deeper, making me pulse and tighten around him.
Pleasure zips down my spine and I know I'm about to lose control. I'm about to orgasm all over his cock.
“That's it, princess,” he urges. “Soak my dick, baby girl.” His words send me leaping over an edge I can never clamber back on. My toes curl and my hips rise up to meet his.
My body sucks him in deeper, milking him, and he acquiesces. His hips rut a final time before I feel his release fill me deep.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, princess.”
* * *
Sleep is stolen from me when I hear a clank of glasses from somewhere in the house. When I open my eyes, I find myself alone in bed.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I pad barefoot to the living room where I find Vincent seated at the dining room table nursing a whiskey.
He doesn't look up when I near him, and when I slide my hands over his shoulders, he reaches for my hand holding onto it.
“Is everything okay?”
Planting a soft kiss on his scruffy cheek, I can’t help but smile at the feel of his beard on my lips. The tingles he afforded my body only hours ago shoots through me again, and I’m tempted to interrupt his thoughts with a blow job, but I’m not sure what’s going through his head.
Does he regret what happened?