I’d been fighting it for months, but the second my daughter walked into the kitchen that night in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, I knew I was done fighting. She was twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her nipples were hard against the cotton, and she leaned against the counter with her ass pushed out like she wanted me to notice.
“You keep staring, Dad,” she said, voice low and teasing. “If you want to fuck me, just say it.”
I dropped the glass I was holding. It shattered, but neither of us looked down. I crossed the room in two steps, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around so her back was against the fridge. My hand went straight between her legs. She was already soaked through the thin fabric.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I growled, rubbing her clit hard through her panties. She moaned and spread her legs wider.
“I’ve been wet since I got home,” she said. “Every time you look at me I get wetter. I want your cock, Dad. I want you to fuck your daughter like you’ve been thinking about.”
I yanked her panties down and shoved two fingers inside her. She was tight and hot, clenching around me while I finger-fucked her right there against the fridge. She came fast, biting my shoulder, her juices running down my hand. I didn’t give her time to recover. I pulled my cock out, lifted her up, and sank into her in one hard thrust.
She cried out, legs wrapping around me. “Yes—fuck me. Use me.”
I pounded her against the fridge, the whole thing rattling with every thrust. Her tits bounced in my face and I sucked on them through the tank top, biting her nipples until she screamed. She came again, her pussy squeezing me so tight I almost lost it.
I carried her to the couch, bent her over the arm, and took her from behind. I slapped her ass hard while I fucked her deep, watching my cock disappear into my own daughter’s cunt. She pushed back against me, begging for more.
“Harder, Dad. Fill me up. I want your cum.”
I gave it to her. I fucked her until my balls slapped against her and then I unloaded deep inside, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her. She came with me, shaking and moaning my name.
We didn’t stop there. She climbed on top of me and rode me on the couch, grinding her clit against me while my cum leaked out around my cock. I held her hips and thrust up into her until she was shaking again. Later I took her to her old bedroom and fucked her on the twin bed she’d slept in as a teenager, making her scream into the pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.
By morning she was on her knees in the shower, sucking my cock clean while I held her hair and told her what a dirty little daughter she was. She swallowed every drop and licked her lips.
We both knew this was only the beginning.
