The house was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the wet sounds of my tongue sliding over my daughter's shaved pussy. She was 22 now, but that didn't change a damn thing about how wrong it felt or how hard it made my cock.
I had her spread out on the kitchen table, legs hooked over my shoulders, her short skirt pushed up around her waist. No panties. She never wore them when she came home from college anymore.
"Fuck, Daddy, right there," she moaned, grinding her slick cunt against my mouth. I licked harder, sucking her swollen clit between my lips and flicking it with the tip of my tongue the way she liked. Her juices coated my chin. She tasted sweet and forbidden, and I couldn't get enough.
I stood up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and freed my thick cock from my jeans. It slapped against her stomach, heavy and leaking. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking me slowly.
"You gonna fuck your little girl or just stare at her?" she teased, voice low and filthy.
I grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the table. One hard thrust and I was buried balls-deep in her tight, hot pussy. She gasped, back arching, tits bouncing under her thin tank top. I didn't wait. I fucked her like I owned her, because in these moments I did. Long, deep strokes that made her cunt grip me and drip down my shaft.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking wet for Daddy," I growled, pounding into her. The table creaked under us. Her nails dug into my arms.
"Harder. Use me. Fill me up."
I slammed into her faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Her pussy clenched around me every time I bottomed out. She came first, legs shaking, a broken cry ripping out of her throat as her juices flooded over my cock. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release.
When I was close I pulled out, fisted my cock, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. She rubbed it into her skin, smiling up at me like the dirty little slut she was for her father.
We didn't talk about it afterward. We never did. She just slid off the table, kissed me on the mouth so she could taste herself, and went to shower.
But we both knew she'd be back tomorrow night, legs spread, begging for more. And I'd be waiting, cock hard, ready to give my daughter exactly what she needed.
