I had just poured myself a whiskey when she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. It barely covered her ass. At twenty-two, my daughter still had that same look in her eyes she got when she wanted something bad.
"Daddy," she said, voice low and rough, "I can't sleep again."
I set the glass down. "You know you shouldn't call me that when you're dressed like that."
She stepped closer, the shirt riding up her thighs. "But that's exactly why I'm calling you Daddy."
My cock twitched. I had tried to ignore it for months, the way she brushed against me, the way she left her door open when she changed, the little moans she let out when she thought I couldn't hear. Tonight the air was thick with it.
She pressed her body against mine, tits soft against my chest. "I want you to fuck me. Like really fuck me. No more pretending."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You want Daddy's cock?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I want it raw and deep. I want you to bend me over and use me."
I spun her around and shoved her against the counter. The shirt came off in one pull. Her ass was round and perfect, cheeks spread just enough that I could see her already wet pussy. I slapped it hard. She moaned.
"Spread your legs wider," I ordered.
She did. I dropped my pants and rubbed my thick cock along her slit, coating myself in her juice. No teasing. I pushed in hard, all the way to the balls in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the edge of the counter.
"Fuck, Daddy, you're so big," she gasped.
I started pounding her. Each stroke slapped my hips against her ass. The kitchen filled with the wet sound of her cunt taking me. I reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while I fucked her.
"You've been teasing me for years," I growled. "Walking around half naked, calling me Daddy like you knew what it did to me."
"I did," she panted. "I wanted this. I wanted you to lose control."
I pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me as I slammed back inside. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck your daughter harder."
I grabbed her hips and drove into her like I was trying to break her. She came fast, pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock, juices running down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it until she was shaking.
I pulled out and pushed her to her knees. "Suck Daddy's cock. Taste your own cunt on it."
She opened her mouth and took me deep. Her tongue worked the underside while she gagged on the length. Spit ran down her chin. I fucked her face, holding her head with both hands, using her mouth the way I'd always wanted to.
When I was close I yanked her up, bent her back over the counter, and drove into her again. This time I didn't hold back. I fucked her like an animal, grunting, balls slapping, until I felt the load boiling up.
"Take it," I snarled. "Take Daddy's cum."
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her pussy while she moaned and pushed back against me. I kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing every drop in.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Cum leaked out around my shaft and down her thighs.
She looked back at me, eyes glassy. "Again?"
I pulled out, watched my cum drip from her, and slapped her ass once more.
"Upstairs," I said. "And this time you're going to ride Daddy until you can't walk."
