He kissed his way from her pouty lips to her neck, where he nibbled and licked her sensitive flesh, making her squirm as he slid one hand down from her ass cheek to her thigh, lifting it up to his waist.
“Dammit sweetie,” he cursed in his gravelly voice beneath her ear. “I need you so bad… none of those other women are doin’ it for me. None of ‘em can take my mind off of you for so much as a moment,” he confessed.
She was so horny. She understood him, because even her vibrator couldn’t calm her own body. No matter how many orgasms she had, nothing could compare to the feel of his flesh touching hers like it did now. The way his hard hands grabbed her toned ass, the way his masculine scent filled her mind.
She needed him, bad. More than anything, and her hips rocked against his.
They were still clothed, but their bodies moved as if they were already inside each other. The two of them grinded and rocked in unison, taking such joy in each other’s forms. Her soft, nubile body against his hard, mature form. Her pristine, petite frame against his towering, strong one.
He gave a low groan of desire as he let his left hand squeeze and grope her supple breast, his thumb pushed down into the swell of her cleavage above as he lifted her up against him, away from the wall.
That hungry mouth of his made its way up to her ear, suckling her earlobe. “When I heard you cum today… I nearly stormed into your room right then,” he growled out.
“You should have,” she practically whined back, rewarding him with another hard thrust of her hips. “You never should have fucked someone else.”
The low, prolonged groan he gave betrayed the depths of his desire, and he clutched onto her nubile body so tightly as he carried her over to the plump couch in the living room. He lowered her down atop it, his body over hers as he reached one arm around beneath her to untie her bikini top.
“God, I tried so hard to imagine I was balls deep in you, baby,” he grunted out as she slid her hands in under his blazer, sliding it off his broad, strong shoulders. “But it just couldn't be the same, I knew it.”
What they were doing was so wrong and they both knew it, but neither would admit it. Not now, when what they both wanted was so close to happening. But still, as her bikini top was lifted off her head and her full, gorgeous breasts were revealed to her father’s eyes, she felt that sense of taboo ripple up her spine.
More than that, though, she was worried if he’d approve of her tender, young body, her barely legal flesh.
When he plunged his hungry mouth down around a nipple, and suckled that pink, pristine areola, her doubts were erased.
He suckled upon her tit, squeezed and stroked its smooth, soft flesh. He was ravenous for her, and began to undo his shirt, showing his hard, muscular chest beneath, those pecs and abs so stony and rigid, peppered with just a light sprinkling of dark body hair.
Plucking his lips from her nipple, he left it glistening with his saliva, so stiff. “Fuck, sweetie,” he cursed, looking down at her with such desire, “you’re too fucking hot. I can’t take it.”
She squirmed beneath him, and she couldn’t believe she’d be so brazen, but her fingers went to the button on his pants, eagerly poking it through the hole. She didn’t bother with the zipper, not yet, but she was so needy for him. Her fingers then worked her own button through its hole on her jeans, unzipping the barely there zipper.
“Daddy,” she whispered, shimmying up on the couch to pull down the shorts, leaving her only in the white, pristine cotton of her panties. Her blue eyes looked up at him with such longing, and she bit in her lower lip.
She couldn’t tell him she was a virgin. It was better he didn’t know, wasn’t it?
As he pulled off her shorts entirely, he looked down at her, admiring the way her panties cupped her cunny, outlining her slit so prominently. “Fuck baby,” he cursed, his chest bare as he discarded the unneeded garments. “You’re too gorgeous for this world,” he said moments before lowering his own pants, showing off the bulge of his prominent cock, so thick and large that he had to work to tug his boxer shorts down and let that meaty length pop free. The long, throbbing girth was ribbed with prominent veins, so much bigger than the boyfriend’s she’d teased in the past.
It truly startled her, and her pink-lipglossed mouth parted. She swore she was salivating at the thought of sucking him off, of tasting him. But she didn’t want to just tease him. She wanted more.
She wanted him to fuck her like he fucked that woman earlier.
“Daddy, I want to do it in your room,” she pleaded, licking her mouth eagerly. “Where you fucked her. I wanna lose my innocence to you!”
She noticed as his dick jumped from the natural throb of hot blood flowing to it, that heavy shaft pulsing so hard. For her.
“You are my good little girl. Anything for you baby,” he said with such commitment, such joy, reaching down and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her up so she rested against his bare chest. Her fingers instinctually rubbed over the hard muscle, knitting through the dark hair as he carried her back into his room, and the large, plush bed meant for several bodies at once.
He laid her back out there, discarding his pants as he reached up to her hips, curling his strong fingers into her panties and tugging them down her legs slowly, as if unveiling a very special surprise.
She’d waxed herself for all of those summer beach trips with Samantha, and it made her a bit shy to be so bare before him. Her pussy was swollen with need and her panties still smelled like her orgasm from earlier.
She closed her legs modestly but he nudged her knees apart and made her labia spread for him, showing him his own daughter’s delicate sex.
“This feels weird,” she admitted, having him stare at her so closely, but her nipples were as hard as stones and her hips lifted to him slightly, curiously.
Her father leaned in, kissing upon her soft inner thigh flesh. “It’s perfect baby,” he murmured to her, “You’re perfect.” And his lips worked up her flesh towards that warm slit of hers, the feminine scent of which made him want to ravage her then and there.
It was only by great force of will that he stilled himself, moved up to the source of her heat and lashed his tongue over the puffy labia, so swollen with need.