The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant sound of rain on the roof. I sat on the edge of the bed, my cock already half-hard from the text she’d sent an hour ago. “Dad, I’m coming over. I need it rough tonight.” No preamble, no shame. Just like always.
The door opened and closed downstairs. Footsteps on the stairs. She didn’t knock. She never did anymore. Lena walked in wearing a short black skirt and a thin white tank top that showed her nipples through the fabric. Twenty-three years old, long legs, full tits, and the same hungry look in her eyes she’d had since the first time we crossed the line two years ago.
“Lock the door,” I said.
She turned the lock, then came straight to me, dropping to her knees between my spread thighs without a word. Her hands went to my belt, yanking it open, pulling my jeans down just far enough. My cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at me.
“Been thinking about this dirty cock all day,” she said, voice low and filthy. “Thinking about how it tastes after you’ve been working.”
She licked the head in one slow drag, then sucked me in deep, no teasing. Her mouth was hot and wet, taking me to the back of her throat on the first try. I groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her down further. She gagged once, eyes watering, but didn’t pull back. She wanted it nasty.
“That’s it, suck Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are,” I growled.
She moaned around the shaft, the vibration making my balls tighten. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach while the other slipped under her skirt. I could hear how wet she already was, fingers sliding through her pussy.
I pulled her off after a minute, strings of spit connecting her lips to my dick. “Get on the bed. Ass up.”
She scrambled up, hiking her skirt over her hips. No panties. Of course not. Her ass was round and perfect, pussy lips swollen and shiny.
I slapped one cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint, then lined up and drove into her in one thrust.
“Fuck!” she cried out, pushing back against me.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto my cock with every stroke. She reached back and spread herself wider for me, showing off how deep I was going.
“Deeper, Daddy,” she begged. “Fuck your daughter’s cunt like you own it.”
I did. I slammed into her over and over, balls slapping against her clit. Sweat ran down my chest. Her pussy clenched around me, getting tighter, wetter. When she started shaking I reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles.
“Come on this cock,” I ordered. “Come for Daddy.”
She did, loud and messy, juices running down her thighs. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm until her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, face in the mattress, moaning into the sheets.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back inside. Her legs went over my shoulders. I leaned down and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue while I fucked her even deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I grabbed one and squeezed, pinching the nipple until she gasped.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” I said against her mouth.
“Yours,” she panted. “My father’s dirty little fuckhole.”
That pushed me over. I pulled out at the last second, stroked my cock twice, and came all over her stomach and tits, thick ropes painting her skin. She rubbed it into her flesh with both hands, then licked her fingers clean while looking me in the eye.
We lay there catching our breath, the rain still falling outside. After a minute she rolled onto her side and took my softening cock in her mouth again, sucking it gently, cleaning it with her tongue.
“Round two in ten minutes,” she murmured around my dick. “I want it in my ass this time.”
I smiled and stroked her hair. “Whatever my daughter wants.”
