She was twenty-two when she came back home for the summer, and the second she walked through the door in those tiny shorts, I knew I was fucked. Not in the good way yet. Her tits pushed against her tank top like they wanted out, and her ass swayed like it was begging for my hands. I tried to play it cool, give her a normal dad hug, but my dick twitched the second her body pressed against mine.
"Daddy, you missed me?" she asked, looking up with that little smirk she’d perfected.
"More than you know, baby girl," I said, my voice already rough.
That night she came downstairs after her shower wearing nothing but one of my old shirts. It barely covered her ass. She sat on my lap while we watched TV, wiggling just enough that my cock started getting hard under her. She felt it. She didn’t move away. Instead she leaned back and whispered, "Is that for me, Daddy?"
I should have stopped it. I didn’t. My hands slid up her thighs and found her bare pussy already wet. "Fuck, you’re soaked," I growled, fingers pushing inside her.
She moaned and ground down on my hand. "Been thinking about this the whole time I was away. Your big dick stretching me open."
I flipped her onto the couch, yanked the shirt off, and spread her legs. Her cunt was pink and dripping. I buried my face between her thighs and licked like a starving man. She tasted sweet and forbidden. Her fingers grabbed my hair and she rode my tongue, coming hard with a loud "Daddy!" that made my balls ache.
When I stood up and dropped my pants, her eyes went wide at my thick cock. "Jesus, Daddy, it’s even bigger than I remembered." She got on her knees and sucked me greedily, gagging herself on it, spit running down her chin while she looked up at me with those innocent eyes. I fucked her throat until I was close, then pulled out and bent her over the arm of the couch.
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight as hell, gripping me like a fist. "Take Daddy’s cock," I grunted, pounding her hard. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, moaning "Harder, Daddy, fuck your little girl harder."
We didn’t stop at one round. I took her to my bed, the same bed her mother used to sleep in, and fucked her all night. Missionary so I could watch her tits bounce. Doggy so I could slap that perfect ass. Her riding me, grinding her clit against me until she came again, pussy pulsing around my shaft.
By morning she was leaking my cum and still begging for more. "Don’t stop, Daddy. I want it every day."
I pulled her into the shower, soaped her up, and fucked her against the tiles until the water ran cold. She came twice more, legs shaking, calling me Daddy the whole time.
After that summer we never went back to normal. Every chance we got—late nights, early mornings, quickies when no one was around—she was on my cock or I was buried in her cunt. She loved it raw and dirty, loved when I filled her up and watched it drip out. I loved how wrong it was and how good it felt.
We kept it our secret. Her tight little body belonged to me, and my cock belonged to her. And neither of us ever wanted it to end.
