I walked into the kitchen late that night and there she was, my 22-year-old daughter Emily, leaning against the counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. Her nipples poked hard through the fabric. She looked up from her phone and smiled that slow, knowing smile she'd been giving me for weeks.
"Daddy," she said, voice low and dirty. "You been staring at my ass all week. You gonna do something about it or just keep jerking off in the shower thinking about me?"
My cock twitched instantly. I should have told her to go to bed. Instead I stepped closer, grabbed her hips, and pulled her against me so she could feel how hard I already was.
"You want this?" I growled, grinding my bulge against her stomach. "You want your daddy's cock?"
She nodded, biting her lip. "I want it. Been wet for days thinking about you fucking me. No more pretending."
I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and yanked her panties down. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. I ran two fingers through her folds and she moaned, pushing back against my hand.
"Fuck, you're soaked," I said, sliding two fingers inside her tight cunt. She clenched around them immediately. "This what you been hiding from me?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please… put your cock in me."
I unzipped, pulled my thick dick out, and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was dripping. I pushed the tip in and she gasped, gripping the edge of the counter.
"Goddamn, you're tight," I grunted, sinking deeper inch by inch until my balls pressed against her. "This is what you wanted? Daddy balls-deep in his little girl?"
She pushed back, taking every inch. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it."
I started pounding her right there, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Her tits bounced under the tank top with every thrust. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough, the way I knew she liked it from hearing her masturbate through the wall.
"Daddy's cock feels so good," she whimpered. "Don't stop. Fill me up."
I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter. She spread her legs wide and I slammed back inside. Her arms wrapped around my neck while I fucked her hard, watching her face twist with pleasure.
"Look at me while I fuck you," I ordered. She did, eyes glassy. "Tell me whose pussy this is now."
"Yours, Daddy. Only yours."
I fucked her faster, the counter creaking. She came first, cunt squeezing my cock, juices running down my balls as she cried out "Daddy!" loud enough the neighbors might hear. I kept thrusting through it until I felt my own orgasm building.
"Gonna come inside you," I warned.
"Do it. Breed your daughter."
I buried myself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her pulsing pussy. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
She smiled against my neck. "Round two in your bed?"
I carried her upstairs, already getting hard again. That night we didn't stop until the sun came up, and we never went back to pretending.
