She was eighteen and already knew exactly what she wanted. The house was quiet, her mom gone for the weekend, and the only sound was the low hum of the TV in the living room where her father sat on the couch in nothing but loose boxers. She walked in wearing a tiny tank top that barely covered her tits and a pair of cotton shorts that rode up between her ass cheeks.
"Daddy," she said, voice low and direct. "I can't sleep."
He looked up, eyes dragging over her body without shame. "Come here then."
She climbed into his lap like she'd done a hundred times as a kid, but this time she straddled him properly, her pussy pressing straight against the growing bulge in his boxers. She rocked her hips once, slow and filthy. "Feel that? I've been wet thinking about your cock all day."
His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing hard. "You know this is wrong, baby girl."
"Don't care." She reached down and pulled his cock out, thick and already leaking.
"I want it inside me. Right now."
She shoved her shorts aside, lined him up, and sank down in one smooth motion. Her tight cunt stretched around him, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. They both groaned at the same time.
"Fuck, Daddy, you're so big," she panted, starting to ride him. "Been wanting this since I turned eighteen. Your own daughter's pussy milking your dick."
He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Dirty little slut. You like fucking your father?"
"Yes," she hissed, bouncing faster. "Love it. Love how wrong it feels."
She leaned forward, pressing her tits to his chest, and whispered right in his ear while she fucked him. "Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill your daughter's cunt. I want to feel it dripping out of me later."
He flipped her onto the couch, yanked her shorts off completely, and slammed back into her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he pounded her deep and rough. She spread her legs wider, fingers rubbing her clit while he used her.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me like you own me."
He did. He fucked her until she came hard, cunt pulsing around his cock, and then he buried himself to the balls and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy just like she asked.
They didn't stop there. He carried her to his bed, stripped the rest of her clothes off, and ate her out while she was still leaking his load, tongue lapping at her swollen clit and their mixed juices. She came again on his face, thighs shaking.
Later she rode him reverse, watching her ass bounce in the mirror while he spread her cheeks and watched his cock disappear into her. She talked the whole time, filthy and nonstop.
"Look at us, Daddy. Your daughter taking every inch. Bet you think about this every time you jerk off now."
By morning she was on her hands and knees, face buried in the pillow while he took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red. She came twice more before he pulled out and painted her back and ass with the last of his cum.
They lay tangled together after, breathing hard. She reached down and scooped some of his cum from her thigh, sucking it off her fingers while looking him in the eye.
"Next weekend Mom's gone again," she said. "I'm sleeping in your bed the whole time."
He pulled her closer, already half-hard again against her leg. "Good girl."
