I wake with the pressing need to pee. Climbing out of bed, I fumble for my robe, it's silk and feels soft against my skin. I tie it around my waist and make my way to the bathroom. I hear heavy breathing coming from Dad's room and frown. Is he having a bad dream?
Once I'm finished in the bathroom, I make my way back to my bedroom but stop outside Dad's room when I hear the heavy breathing again, it's erratic. The door's slightly ajar and I push it open a tiny bit so that I can look in and check on him.
My mouth waters at the sight. Dad's lying on his back, his thick cock in his hand as he slowly pleasures himself. I can't help but be transfixed, watching as his hand moves up and down his shaft, loving the sheer pleasure in his eyes. My pussy quivers and I place my hand over my mouth so that I don't whimper out loud. I'd love nothing more than to walk over to him and help him. Give him the pleasure he so desperately seeks.
I continue to watch as his hands move faster, his hips bucking as he reaches for his orgasm. His face contorts with pleasure as thick streams of cum spurt from his cock. My name on his lips as he comes.
I quickly make my way back to my room, closing the door behind me. I take off my robe on my way to my bed. Reaching into my drawer, I pull out my vibrator, knowing that I'm going to need it tonight. Lying on the bed, I slowly begin rubbing my clit. My thoughts on Dad and how his face looked as he pleasured himself. The thought of him thinking about me as he did so drives me wild, my pussy wet at just the mere thought. I insert one finger and moan, not caring how loud I get. Really wishing that he'd come in and do the job for me. My breath hitches as I add another finger, God, I'm so horny.
I reach for my vibrator and turn it on, moaning loudly as it touches my clit. My back lifts off the bed as I thrust it inside of me, loving the fullness, imaging it's Daddy's cock that's pushing inside of me. "Ooh." I moan as the vibrations course through me.
The sound of my bedroom door opening has my body stilling, the vibrator still inside of me, and my body shaking. Glancing at the door, I see Daddy standing there. Naked. His thick cock standing to attention as his eyes narrow in on my pussy. "Daddy," I whisper as I begin to move again, my body bucking against the vibrator.
"I bet you're imagining it's my cock thrusting inside of you, aren't you?" His voice deep and thick with lust.
"Yes!" I cry out as the bed dips below me, my pleasure rising.
"Did you enjoy watching me come, baby girl? Enjoy me calling out your name as I did so?"
"God, yes. Please, Daddy," I beg, needing him right now.
"How wet are you?" he growls as I withdraw the vibrator, "I see your juices coating it. You're fucking soaked." His voice is deep and I love how it washes over me. "What do you want?"
I throw my head back as he slowly pushes a finger into me. "Yes." I cry, loving that he's touching me. I watch on with lust as he pulls his finger out and brings it to his lips sucking on his finger. "What do you want, baby girl?" he questions again.
"You, please, Daddy. I need you."
He nods towering over me. His cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. "You want this?" he asks and I nod, my legs wrapping around his waist. He thrusts into me, pushing past the barrier of my innocence. I cry out as pain erupts but he doesn't stop, he's too far gone in the lust we both have. His thick cock thrusting in and out of me.
I cling to him as I adjust to his size, the pain slowly ebbing away and being replaced with pleasure. "Daddy. Please, Daddy," I beg as my orgasm rises.
"This isn't going to last long, baby girl." He tells me as his thrusting gets quicker and harder.
"Oh, Daddy," I cry as I detonate around him.
"Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, come on my cock, squeeze all my cum from me," he growls as he thrusts into me once more, warm hot liquid fills me and I moan wanting more of him again.
When he pulls out of me, I feel empty. Missing the closeness we just shared.
"Shit," he growls as he walks away. Tears threaten to fall as he continues out of my bedroom.
Shaking my head, maybe I was wrong? Maybe he's not one of the good guys after all? The tears fall and I reach for the sheets and pull them up over me. I turn to face the wall and close my eyes. I'm so angry, how dare he treat me like this? Everything he said today was a lie, he doesn't give a crap about me. If he did, he would never have walked away, he'd never have done this to me. I'm angry at myself for giving him the opportunity to hurt me and I'm devastated that I've lost the one person who I thought cared about me.
A few moments later, my bedroom door closes, I don't turn to see what he's doing. I keep my breathing even, hoping that if he's here, he'll think I'm asleep and leave. He doesn't leave, instead he crawls into bed beside me, pulling me into his body, his breath hot against my skin.
"Baby girl, I know you're not asleep," he says softly and I don't answer him. I'm tired and I've had enough. "That shouldn't have happened. Not tonight, not when I was angry. I should have treated you with the love and respect that you needed, no, deserved," he says and I tense even more. "I fucked up. I'm sorry."
"Where did you go?" I ask, my tears still falling.
"When?" he questions, sounding confused.
"Just now, you left, where did you go?"
He turns me so that I'm on my back, within seconds he's on top of me. "You thought I left?" He growls, I glance away unable to bear the look of anger in his eyes. "I went to clean up. Fuck," he says, his fingers grabbing my face. "Look at me," he demands. "Baby girl, I was never going to be sleeping elsewhere tonight.”
"Oh." I have no idea what to say. "You left without saying a word, what was I supposed to think?"
"That I'm not that much of a dick?" He sighs, "Fuck, Georgie. I'm an asshole but I try not to be with you."