Daddy sneaking into his little girls room cause he can’t bare fucking his wife anymore, shes just to boring. He needs his little tight daughter. Shoving her stuffed animal in her arms as he fucks her and tells her to muffle herself with the stuffed toy so mommy won’t hear.
The door creaked open just enough to let him slip inside, the dim glow of the hallway light casting a sliver of illumination across the room. He paused, listening for the steady rhythm of his wife’s breathing from down the hall. Silence. Good. She was asleep, lost in whatever mundane dream her dull existence conjured up. His heart thrummed in his chest, a mix of anticipation and guilt, though the latter was quickly drowned out by the insistent pull of desire. He couldn’t help it anymore, he needed her. His little girl.
She lay curled up in her bed, the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin blanket. Her stuffed animal, a faded rabbit with one ear slightly drooping, was clutched to her chest, her fingers curled around it even in sleep. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the carpet, until he was standing beside her bed. For a moment, he just looked at her, taking in the way her lips parted slightly, the way her hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark halo. She was so innocent, so pure, and yet he couldn’t stop the hunger that gnawed at him.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered, and she stirred, inhaling sharply as her eyes blinked open. She looked up at him, confusion flickering across her features before recognition set in. “D-Daddy?” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.” He reached for the stuffed rabbit, gently prying it from her grasp. Her fingers tightened for a moment, but he shushed her again, his tone soothing. “Hold this for me, okay? Right here.” He pressed the rabbit into her arms, guiding her to hold it close to her chest. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Her confusion deepened, but she obeyed, her fingers clutching the worn fabric. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “We have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for Daddy? Can you be quiet?”
She nodded, her eyes wide and uncertain. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of affection and something darker, something primal. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight kiss. She stiffened, her breath catching, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to trace her bottom lip until she parted them with a soft gasp.
His hand slid down her body, over the curve of her hip, and under the hem of her nightgown. She flinched, a small whimper escaping her lips, but he shushed her again, his voice firm. “Hold your bunny, sweetheart. Remember, we have to be quiet.” She nodded, her fingers tightening around the stuffed animal as his hand crept higher, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.
He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as his fingers traced closer to where she was warm and wet. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “Daddy’s here. I’ll take care of you.” His fingers found her entrance, and he let out a low groan at how tight she was, how wet she was already. He pushed a single finger inside, her body tensing around him as she bit down on her lip to stifle a cry.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that. Keep holding your bunny, baby. Be quiet for Daddy.” He began to move his finger, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her composure. Her hips twitched, her body betraying her even as she tried to stay still.
He added a second finger, stretching her even further, and she let out a muffled whimper, burying her face in the rabbit’s soft fur. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her inexperience only making her tighter, more irresistible. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”
He withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whine of protest, but she quickly fell silent as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper sliding down seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and he made a mental note to switch them later; he couldn’t afford to wake his wife. Not now. Not when he was so close.
He freed himself from the confines of his pants, his erection straining against the cool air of the room. He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving a few slow strokes as he positioned himself between her legs. “This might hurt a little, baby,” he warned, his voice gentle despite the fire raging inside him. “But Daddy will make it feel good, okay?”
She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers white-knuckled around the rabbit. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, and with a single, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, and he quickly pressed the rabbit to her mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Be quiet. Just hold on to Daddy.”
He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, but the urge to move was overwhelming. He began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster. Her muffled whimpers only fueled his desire, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he drove into her again and again.
Her nails dug into his back, her body arching against his as he claimed her, each thrust deeper, more desperate than the last. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body responding to his even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock.”
Her body shuddered beneath him, her muffled cries growing louder as she teetered on the edge of release. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, rapid circles. Her back arched, her body trembling as she came undone, her walls spasming around him in a way that made him groan with pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her, his release hot and claiming. For a moment, he stayed there, his body pressed against hers, his breaths mingling with her soft, shaky ones. Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
She lay there, her chest heaving, her fingers still clutching the rabbit. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You were so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So, so good.”
She didn’t respond, her eyes still closed, her body trembling. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep now, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Daddy’s got you.”
She nodded weakly, her body curling into his as exhaustion claimed her. He lay there, holding her, his mind already racing with the thought of when he could have her again. Not that it mattered, he’d find a way. He always did.
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