She walked into the house after midnight, heels clicking on the hardwood, and I knew right away something was different. My daughter, twenty-two years old, had been out with friends, but the way she looked at me when she dropped her purse told me she wasn't thinking about friends anymore. Her short black dress clung to every curve, and her nipples were hard against the thin fabric.
"Daddy," she said, voice low and thick. "I need you."
I didn't ask questions. I stood up from the couch, cock already thickening in my jeans, and pulled her against me. Her tits pressed into my chest as my hands grabbed her ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She moaned and ground her hips forward, feeling how stiff I was getting for her.
"Fuck, baby girl," I growled. "You've been teasing me for months with those short skirts and no panties. Tonight you're getting it."
She dropped to her knees right there in the living room. Her fingers worked my belt open fast, yanking my jeans and boxers down. My thick cock sprang out, already leaking. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and looked up at me with hungry eyes.
"I've wanted Daddy's dick in my mouth since I turned eighteen," she whispered. Then she licked the head, slow and wet, before sucking me deep. Her throat opened around me as she took every inch, gagging softly but not stopping.
Spit ran down my balls while she bobbed her head, sucking like she was starving for it. I held her hair tight and fucked her face, driving my cock into her warm, wet mouth until her eyes watered.
When I pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to my cock. I lifted her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. The dress rode up, exposing her bare ass and the soaked pussy between her thighs. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle, then spread her open.
"Look at this dripping cunt," I said. "My little girl's pussy is ready for Daddy's cock."
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me as I buried myself balls-deep. She cried out, pushing back against me, begging for more. I fucked her hard and fast, the wet sound of my cock pounding her pussy filling the room. Her juices coated my shaft and ran down her thighs. Every slap of my hips against her ass made her moan louder.
I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while I drove into her. "Come on Daddy's dick, you dirty girl," I ordered. She came hard, her pussy clenching and pulsing around me, legs shaking. I didn't stop. I kept pounding her through it, making her scream.
We moved to the bedroom. I stripped the dress off her and laid her on her back, legs spread wide. Her tits bounced as I climbed on top and slid back inside her. I fucked her slow and deep for a while, grinding against her clit with every stroke, then picked up speed again, pounding her into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around me and clawed at my back.
"Fill me up, Daddy," she begged. "Come inside your daughter's pussy."
I lost it. I slammed in deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. She came again with me, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later she climbed on top and rode me, sliding her cum-filled pussy up and down my cock until I was hard again. She leaned forward so her tits hung in my face and I sucked her nipples while she ground on me. We fucked until the sun came up, switching positions, getting filthy with it, talking dirty the whole time.
By morning she was lying beside me, cum leaking from her well-used pussy, smiling like she'd finally gotten exactly what she wanted. And I knew this was only the start.
