The room was dark, the only sound the steady rhythm of her father’s breathing. She stood at the foot of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes adjusted to the shadows. The sheets were tangled around his legs, his broad chest rising and falling in a deep, peaceful sleep. She bit her lip, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. She could smell him—the faint scent of his aftershave mingled with something else, something raw and masculine. Her heart raced faster as she leaned over him, her hand hovering just above his chest. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, before she gently pulled the sheets aside, revealing the bulge in his boxers.
Her fingers trembled as she slid his boxers down, her eyes widening as his cock sprang free, already half-hard in his sleep. She couldn’t help but stare—it was bigger than she’d imagined, thicker than the smooth, polished toys she’d experimented with in secret. She bit her lip, her legs straddling his hips as she positioned herself over him, her wetness already pooling between her thighs.
She guided him into her, her breath hitching as he stretched her open. Oh God, he’s so big. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her body trembling with the effort. It felt so good, so right, as if this was where she was always meant to be. She rocked her hips gently, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to ride him in his sleep.
Her father stirred, his breathing quickening as his hips instinctively pushed up into her. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest, but he didn’t wake—not yet. She moved again, slowly at first, then faster, her nails digging into his chest as she ground herself against him. His cock felt so good inside her, filling her in a way she’d never experienced before. She could feel her orgasm building, her thighs shaking as she rode him harder.
His voice was groggy, confused, and she froze again, her eyes wide with panic. He blinked up at her, his hands gripping her hips as he tried to push her off. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Her breath caught in her throat, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. “Mom’s not home,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I wanted to help.”
He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his hands tightening on her hips as he threw her to the side. She landed on the bed with a soft thud, her chest heaving as she watched him sit up, running a hand through his hair.
He reached for the bedside lamp, the sudden brightness making her squint. His cock was still hard, glistening with her wetness, and he cursed under his breath as he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping himself clean.
“This is fucked up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Do you even understand that?”
She sat up, her eyes never leaving his. “I understand,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I just…I couldn’t help it.”
He stared at her for a moment, his jaw clenched, before he sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered again, his voice barely audible.
She moved closer to him, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He didn’t push her away this time, his breath hitching as she pressed herself against him. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
He hesitated for a moment, his hands gripping her hips as if he was trying to decide whether to push her away or pull her closer. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
She didn’t answer, her lips finding his as she climbed onto his lap again, her wetness already pooling between her thighs. He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as she guided him into her, sinking down on his cock with a soft moan.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his head falling back against the pillows as she began to ride him again, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. “Fuck, this is so wrong.”
But he didn’t stop her—not this time. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him harder, her nails digging into his chest as she chased her pleasure. “Dad,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “Please…don’t stop.”
He didn’t say anything, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he thrust up into her, his cock filling her in a way that made her feel complete. She could feel her orgasm building again, her thighs shaking as she rode him harder, her body trembling with the force of her climax.
“Fuck, kiddo” he muttered again, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. She collapsed against him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
They lay there for a moment, the silence stretching between them, before he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell are we doing?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
She didn’t answer, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as she pressed herself against him, her lips brushing against his. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please…don’t stop.”
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