She walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of his old T-shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. "Dad, I can't stop thinking about it," she said, voice steady and direct. He looked up from the couch, already hard because he knew exactly what she meant. They had talked about it for weeks, both adults, both clear this was what they wanted. No guilt, just raw need.
She climbed onto his lap without asking. "I want your cock inside me tonight. For real." Her hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing the thick bulge through his jeans. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder against it.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're already wet," he growled, sliding his fingers under the shirt to find her bare pussy slick and ready. She ground against his hand, moaning as he pushed two fingers inside her. "You've been thinking about daddy's dick all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," she panted, rocking her hips. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it. No holding back."
He stood up with her still wrapped around him and carried her to the bedroom. Clothes came off fast. She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, tits heaving as she watched him strip. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. She reached for it, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and stroking firmly.
"Suck it first," he ordered. She got on her knees and took him deep, no teasing, just wet, sloppy suction. Spit ran down his balls while she bobbed her head, gagging a little when he thrust forward. "That's it, take daddy's cock in your throat."
When he couldn't wait anymore he pushed her onto her back and climbed between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her soaked slit, then drove in with one hard thrust. She cried out, legs locking around his waist as he bottomed out.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The bed creaked under them. He fucked her hard and steady, skin slapping, her pussy gripping him on every stroke. She reached down to rub her clit while he pounded her, eyes locked on his.
"Harder," she begged. "I want to feel it tomorrow."
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back inside from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red print. "You like daddy's cock stretching this pussy?" he asked, voice rough.
"Yes, fuck yes," she moaned into the sheets. He reached under her to pinch her nipples, then slid that hand down to work her clit again while he kept thrusting deep. Her orgasm hit fast, pussy clenching and pulsing around him as she came with a loud cry.
He didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed back in missionary, face to face this time. Sweat slicked their bodies. He kissed her hard, tongue deep, while his hips snapped forward again and again. She wrapped her arms around his back, nails digging in.
"Come inside me," she whispered against his mouth. "Fill your daughter up."
That did it. He groaned, thrust deep one last time, and unloaded, hot pulses of cum flooding her pussy.
She held him there, legs tight around him, milking every drop.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. After a minute he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen cunt. She reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while looking straight at him.
"Round two in the shower?" she asked, already smiling.
He answered by pulling her up and leading her to the bathroom, cock already twitching again. They had all night, and both of them planned to use every minute.
