I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. It barely covered my ass. You were sitting at the table with a beer, eyes locked on my thighs the second I stepped in. We both knew what was coming. No more pretending.
"Fuck, baby," you said, voice low. "You know what you're doing to me."
I turned around slow, bent over the counter on purpose so the shirt rode up and showed my bare pussy. "Been thinking about this all week, Daddy. Your cock in me. No more bullshit."
You stood up fast. Your hands grabbed my hips hard. I felt your hard dick press against my ass through your jeans. You yanked the shirt over my head and spun me around. Your mouth went straight to my tits, sucking one nipple then the other while your fingers slid between my legs.
"Already wet for me," you growled. Two fingers pushed inside my cunt, deep and rough. I moaned and spread my legs wider. "This pussy's mine tonight. Been waiting too long."
I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor.
Unzipped you, pulled your thick cock out, and took it straight into my mouth. No teasing. I sucked hard, gagging myself on it, spit running down your balls while you fucked my face. Your hand held the back of my head, pushing deeper every thrust.
"Take it all, slut," you said. "My own daughter choking on Daddy's dick. Fuck yes."
I stood up, turned around, and bent over the table. "Put it in. Now."
You didn't wait. You lined up and slammed your cock balls-deep into my pussy in one thrust. I cried out, gripping the edge of the table while you started pounding me. Hard, fast, skin slapping loud. Your hands held my waist tight, pulling me back onto every stroke.
"Goddamn, this cunt feels better than I ever imagined," you grunted. "Tight. Wet. Fucking perfect."
You reached around and rubbed my clit while you fucked me. I came quick, legs shaking, pussy clenching around your cock. You didn't stop. You kept driving into me, telling me how long you'd wanted to bend me over like this, how many times you'd jerked off thinking about filling your daughter with cum.
We moved to the couch. You sat down and I climbed on, facing you. I sank down on your dick again, riding you slow at first so you could watch my tits bounce, then faster. Your hands slapped my ass, fingers digging in.
"Look at you," you said. "Riding Daddy's cock like a whore. Say it."
"I'm your whore, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck your daughter. Use this pussy."
You flipped me onto my back, legs over your shoulders, and fucked me deep. Every thrust bottomed out. You leaned down and kissed me dirty, tongue in my mouth while your cock stretched me open. I came again, screaming your name.
You pulled out at the last second, stroked your cock fast, and shot thick ropes of cum across my stomach and tits. Some landed on my face. I licked it off my lips and smiled up at you.
We didn't stop there. Later that night you took me to your bed. You fucked my ass while I fingered my clit, then came inside my pussy and made me hold it in while you watched. We kept going until the sun came up, both of us sore, covered in sweat and cum, finally done pretending we didn't want exactly this.
By morning we were still naked, your arm around me, my hand on your cock, already getting hard again. No going back. This was ours now.
