She walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of his old shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. At nineteen she knew exactly what she was doing, and her dad was already hard from the way she moved.
"You've been teasing me for weeks," he said, voice low and rough. "Get over here."
She didn't hesitate. She crossed the room, dropped to her knees between his legs, and yanked his zipper down. His cock sprang out, thick and veined.
She wrapped both hands around it and licked the head like she was starving.
"Fuck, Daddy," she moaned, spitting on it to get it wet. "It's so big. I want it in my throat."
He grabbed her hair and shoved her down. She gagged but took it, nose pressed to his stomach while he fucked her face in short, brutal thrusts. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He held her there until she slapped his thigh, then let her up gasping.
"Strip," he ordered.
She pulled the shirt off. Her nipples were tight, her pussy already glistening. She climbed onto the couch, straddling him backward so her ass faced him, and sank down on his cock in one wet slide.
"Oh my fucking God," she cried. "Daddy's cock is splitting me open."
He gripped her hips and slammed up into her. The sound was filthy—wet skin slapping, her moans turning into broken screams every time he bottomed out. He reached around and rubbed her clit hard and fast while he pounded her.
"Take it," he growled. "This is what you wanted, right? Your own father wrecking your cunt."
"Yes! Harder! Fuck your daughter like a slut!"
He flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep. Her tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and spat on her clit, then rubbed it while he fucked her without mercy. She came hard, squirting around his cock, soaking the cushions.
He didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other smacked her ass until it was red.
"Again," he demanded. "Come on Daddy's dick again."
She did, screaming into the couch cushion, body shaking. He kept going, using her, stretching her, until his rhythm faltered.
"Inside," she begged. "Come inside your daughter. Fill me up."
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pulse after thick pulse flooding her. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. She reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while looking at him.
"More," she whispered. "We’re not done."
He hauled her up and carried her to the bedroom. The rest of the night was nothing but sweat, curses, and the wet sound of him using every hole she offered, again and again, until they both collapsed, sticky and spent, knowing they'd crossed the line for good and would do it again tomorrow.
