I walked into the house after midnight, still in my tight tank top and short shorts from the bar, tits barely contained and ass cheeks hanging out. Dad was sitting on the couch in just his boxers, beer in hand, staring at me like he always did when Mom was gone. I was twenty-two, old enough to know better, but my pussy got wet the second I saw the bulge growing in his shorts.
"Get over here," he said, voice low and rough. I dropped my bag and walked straight to him. No more pretending. He grabbed my hips and yanked me onto his lap, my crotch grinding right against his hard cock through the thin fabric.
"You've been teasing me for years with these," he growled, yanking my tank top down so my tits spilled out. He sucked one nipple hard, teeth scraping, while his hand shoved into my shorts and found my soaked pussy. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. "Fuck, you're dripping for Daddy's cock already."
I moaned and rocked on his hand. "Yes, Daddy. I want it. Fuck me like you always wanted to."
He stood up, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and carried me to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed, ripped my shorts off, and spread my legs wide. His mouth went straight to my cunt, tongue lapping at my clit then shoving deep inside. He ate me like a starving man, sucking and slurping, fingers pumping my hole until I came hard, thighs shaking around his head.
"Turn over," he ordered. I got on all fours. He yanked his boxers down and his thick, veiny cock sprang free, head already leaking. He slapped it against my ass a few times, then lined up and shoved in deep in one thrust. I cried out as he stretched me, balls deep in my tight pussy.
He fucked me hard and fast, hips slapping against my ass, one hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back. "This is what you get for walking around half naked, baby girl. Daddy's big dick pounding your cunt." Every stroke went balls-deep, hitting my cervix. He reached under and rubbed my clit in rough circles until I came again, pussy clenching around him.
He flipped me onto my back, pushed my knees to my chest, and drove back in. Sweat dripped off him onto my tits. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted. "Breed this tight hole." His thrusts got erratic, then he buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside me. I felt every pulse, his hot load overflowing and leaking out around his cock.
We didn't stop there. He pulled out, flipped me again, and pushed back into my cum-filled pussy for round two, slower but just as deep, whispering filthy shit about how I was his now. By morning I was sore, marked with his handprints, and full of his load. I knew I'd be back for more.
