Confessing to dad that yes, you are in love with him, and you’re fully expecting him to disown you and kick you out. But instead he advances forward and pulls you into his arms, shushing you and kissing your forehead like always.
“You think I don’t know?” He chuckles and slowly rakes his fingers down the curve of your spine. “I know how you look at me, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you need. You know I love you too, right?”
He says it so casually despite how wrong it is, but it only makes you want him more. And you know he doesn’t mean it innocently. You know that once all the words and sentiments are exchanged, his lips will be clamped around your throat and his cock will be buried deep inside you…just like you always wanted.
