I was already wet when I walked into the house that night, my short skirt barely covering my ass and my nipples hard under the thin tank top. Dad was in the kitchen, shirt off, drinking a beer.
The second he saw me his eyes dropped straight to my tits and stayed there.
"You been out dressed like that?" he asked, voice low.
"Yeah," I said, dropping my bag. "And I didn't get fucked. So I'm horny as hell."
He set the beer down. "Come here."
I walked straight to him. He grabbed my hips and spun me around, bending me over the counter. His hand went up my skirt, found I wasn't wearing panties, and he groaned.
"Fuck, baby girl. You're dripping."
Two thick fingers shoved into my cunt without warning. I pushed back on them, moaning loud. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, the wet sounds filling the kitchen.
"You want Daddy's cock?" he growled.
"Yes. Give it to me. I've been thinking about it all day."
He yanked his shorts down. His dick was already rock hard, thick and veined. He rubbed the head up and down my slit a few times then slammed in to the balls.
I cried out, gripping the counter. He didn't go slow. He fucked me like he owned me, hips slapping against my ass, one hand in my hair pulling my head back.
"That's it. Take Daddy's dick. This tight little pussy is mine."
He reached around and rubbed my clit while he pounded me. I came hard, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him. He didn't stop. He kept driving into me until I was whimpering.
Then he pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the counter. He spread my legs wide and shoved back in, watching his cock disappear into me.
"Look at that. Daddy's cock stretching your hole. You love this shit."
I nodded, biting my lip. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Daddy."
He did. The counter creaked under us. Sweat ran down his chest. Every thrust made my tits bounce. When he was close he pulled out, stroked his cock fast, and shot thick ropes of cum across my stomach and tits.
He rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it over my skin.
"Clean it off," he ordered.
I slid down and took him in my mouth, sucking the last drops while I licked my own juices and his cum from his shaft.
He pulled me up and kissed me deep, tongue tasting both of us.
"Bedroom," he said. "We're not done."
I followed him, already feeling his cum sliding down my thigh, ready for round two.
