The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner fighting the summer heat. I was eighteen, home from college for the break, and Dad had just gotten back from his late shift at the plant. He looked tired, sweat darkening the collar of his work shirt, but when his eyes landed on me in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, something shifted in the air.
I had been thinking about this for months. The way he hugged me a little too long when I came home. The way his gaze lingered on my legs. Tonight, I decided I wasn't going to pretend anymore.
"Daddy," I said softly, stepping closer. "You look like you need to relax."
He swallowed hard, setting his keys down. "You shouldn't call me that when you're dressed like that, sweetheart."
I smiled and pressed against him, feeling the hard line of his cock already straining against his jeans. "Why not? I'm not a little girl anymore."
My hand slid down, cupping him through the denim. He groaned, low and rough, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his big hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in like he was trying to convince himself to stop. He didn't.
I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor. The tiles were cool against my skin as I unzipped him and pulled his thick cock free. It was heavy, veined, the head already slick. I licked the tip, tasting salt and heat, then took him deeper, sucking slow and wet while my tongue worked the underside.
"Fuck, baby girl," he muttered, one hand tangling in my hair. "This is wrong."
I pulled off just long enough to look up at him. "Then why are you so hard for me?"
He didn't answer with words. He thrust forward, sliding deeper into my mouth until I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I loved it. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking the base while the other slipped between my own thighs to rub my soaked pussy.
When he pulled me up, it was sudden and urgent. He spun me around and bent me over the kitchen table, yanking my panties down. Cool air hit my wet folds before his fingers pushed inside, two thick digits stretching me.
"You're dripping," he growled. "You've been thinking about Daddy's cock, haven't you?"
"Yes," I moaned, pushing back against his hand. "Please, fuck me."
He didn't make me wait. The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, then he drove in with one hard thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning sweet and deep. He was bigger than any college boy I'd tried. He filled me completely, hips snapping against my ass as he fucked me raw on the table.
Each stroke was filthy and perfect. The wet slap of skin, the way his balls hit my clit, the way he reached around to pinch my nipples through my tank top. I came hard, clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding, whispering dirty things in my ear.
"Such a tight little cunt. My daughter, taking Daddy's dick like a slut."
I pushed back harder, wanting more. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the table, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him go deeper, his cock rubbing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I came again, screaming his name, and this time he followed, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot, thick pulses of cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his load drip from my swollen pussy.
He helped me up, but instead of stopping, he carried me to the couch. We didn't talk about stopping. We didn't talk at all. He laid me down, spread my legs, and ate me out like a man starved, licking his own cum from my folds while I writhed and came on his tongue.
By the time the sun started to rise, we had moved to his bed. I rode him slow and deep, my hands on his chest, his hands guiding my hips. Every thrust reminded me this was the line we had crossed, and neither of us wanted to go back.
When he came inside me again, I collapsed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close like I was still his little girl, even while his cum leaked out of me.
We both knew this wasn't the last time. The house was ours for the rest of the summer, and the heat between us was only getting started.
