Chapter 3
I want to cry and kick myself when he rears back to sit on his haunches, and now he’s too far for me to keep my grip on him. Why did I have to go and fuck up the best sexual experience of my life by opening my big, fat mouth? Why couldn’t I just be happy with what we were already doing?
I sit up and grab at his jeans when he stands, trying to pull them back down as he jerks the waistband up and buttons the top. “Please, Daddy. I know you and Mom haven’t been together in a long time. Let me do this for you.”
“Fuck! This can’t be happening. You can’t say shit like that to me! Begging your Daddy to fuck you. Oh god, I’m going straight to hell,” he mutters as he starts ripping at his hair again.
I jump up from the floor and yank his hands away. I can’t stand him thinking such ugly thoughts about himself. “If you’re going to hell, then so am I,” I cry. “I’m the one who started it.”
“No, no. I did this. You’re innocent. You just wanted to make your dad happy, but I’m the one going to hell for letting things go as far as they did.” He retreats, walking backward toward the open bedroom door as he tucks his shirt back in his jeans and struggles with buckling his belt. “I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened. We’ll go back to being a regular dad and daughter, and we never have to think about this ever again.”
I can’t let him leave. Can’t let him walk out that door and go back to who we were an hour ago. I didn’t like who we were an hour ago. Him—overworked and unhappy and ignoring me all the time. Me—a selfish, spoiled brat who didn’t care about anything except me, me, me. I don’t want to go back to being those people ever again.
“There’s nothing innocent about what I want to do with you, Daddy.” I cross my arms in front of me and pull my tank top off in one smooth move, leaving me in just my shorts and hot pink, slightly padded bra—not that I need the padding.
“Stop!” he shouts when I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. He groans and cups his jeans over his bulge when I let the thin straps fall from my shoulders and drop my bra on the floor.
My breasts are slightly bigger than Mom’s ample chest, and I know my exes loved playing with them. I hope Dad will too. I cup my breasts and do a little shimmy, which makes him groan again as he squeezes his bulge.
When I take a step forward, he takes a step back. Forward and back, and forward again until I have him backed against the door frame. He wets his lips when I drag his hands up and make him cup my breasts. I slide my hand between us and over his bulge, giving it a little squeeze every time I force him to squeeze my breast. When he lightly pinches one of my nipples, I close my eyes and moan, “Oh god, that feels so good, Daddy. I want you. I—”
“No! This has to stop. I am your father, goddamnit!” he shouts and shoves me away.
I don’t think he meant to push me as forcefully as he did, but he’s so much stronger than I am, and I lose my footing, tripping over one of the many leftover piles of Mom’s things on the floor. I can’t right myself this time, and I hit the center of my back on the corner of their bed on my way down. I scream and turn over onto my stomach as an ugly sob works its way out of my chest.
I fucked up. I keep fucking up, and I’ve never felt more unwanted and unloved than I do right now, and all of it is my fault.
But then he’s there, scooping me up in his powerful arms before gently laying me on his bed after shoving aside the toiletries that didn’t make it into Mom’s suitcases.
“I’m so goddamn sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to push you, I swear. You’ll never know how fucking sorry I am.” His voice is that of a broken, desperate, scared man, and I know he’s sincere about not meaning to hurt me…not that it will take the sting out of my back. “Show me where it hurts, sweetheart.”
I can’t look him in the eye as I roll over onto my stomach away from him and bury my face in Mom’s pillow as I continue to sob. I know it’s hers by the smell of the dry shampoo she uses, and I throw the pillow off the bed.
It’s not like she’ll need it anymore.
I twist an arm behind my back and point to where it hurts the most as my tears soak the comforter.
I shiver when I feel the featherlight touch of his lips and scrape of his beard on my back where I’ll soon be sporting a massive, ugly bruise. There’s a sizable dip from his weight as he climbs onto the bed, and I can feel him hovering over me.
“I’m”—kiss—“so”—kiss—“sorry”—kiss—“sweetheart.”
My tears dry up one by one as he continues to kiss my back, first in a small circle around the injury, then side to side, then lower…lower…lower…until he kisses the sliver of skin just above the waistband of my shorts. My skin prickles with goosebumps when he doesn’t move for several torturously long minutes, his breath fanning against my lower back.
I don’t know what to do. So far, every time I’ve opened my mouth, asked for more, or moaned, it has led to disaster. I’m scared that if I open my mouth now, I will ruin everything once again. So I clamp my lips shut and wait to see what he’s going to do next.
My belly flutters when he asks me in a low, husky whisper, “Does it hurt anywhere else?”
I chance a peek over my shoulder, and what I see there has my pussy weeping with need. The desire I’d seen before in his gorgeous, hazel eyes is nothing compared to the inferno I see now. He’s kneeling over me, my legs pinned beneath his hips as he lightly traces his fingers over my hip. I bite my bottom lip and nod once, still afraid to open my mouth.
He presses a finger to the dip in my waist. “Does it hurt…here?”
I shake my head.
He slips his hand over my side and under my stomach where I’m pressed flat to the mattress, and I shiver uncontrollably as my adrenaline spikes when he applies pressure to my lower belly.
“Here?” His voice is deep and intoxicating.
I shake my head.
He takes a long, shuddery breath, then slides his fingertips under the waistband of my shorts when I lift my hips just the slightest bit to give him more room.
“Does it hurt…here?”
I nod, then shake my head, hoping he’ll slide his hand lower.
When the tip of his middle finger slips beneath my panties and between the seam of my pussy lips, he asks, “Here? Is this where it hurts?”
I whimper and nod, lifting and tilting my hips a little bit higher.
He curses under his breath, and then my blood is racing. He deftly unbuttons the top of my shorts with one hand, and with my hips lifted, he easily peels them and my hot pink panties over my ass and down my thighs. He shimmies back until he can pull them all the way off my legs and drop them over the side of the bed.
I don’t know what I was expecting him to do, but it wasn’t for him to climb off the bed and tell me to get off, too, as he tugs at his beard. I didn’t even open my mouth this time, yet I still somehow managed to ruin whatever this is. I can’t face yet another agonizing rejection from him, so instead of begging or trying to tempt him to go any further with me, I drop my eyes to my feet and shuffle away from him.
Dad reaches out before I can get too far and maneuvers me by my hips to stand facing the bed with him at my back. He slides his hands up and around my torso to cup my breasts, then drops a soft kiss on my neck when I arch my back at how good it feels to have his warm, rough hands squeezing and caressing my flesh like a lover.
I bet I could cum just like this if this is all he’s willing to give me.
“Bend over the bed, sweetheart, and I’ll kiss it better.”
I have the impulse to say, “Yes, Daddy,” as I flatten my chest to the mattress, but I bite it back since I don’t want things to come to a grinding halt again.
He steps up right behind me, and I feel the rough material of his jeans brush against the back of my legs. Then there’s the brush of his beard and lips as he kisses the nape of my neck, between my shoulder blades, down my spine, and then his hands and lips are on my ass.
My dad is literally kissing my ass…and I’ve never been more turned on.
I moan when he palms my cheeks, spreads them apart, and tells me, “Arch your back. More.” I grip the comforter and go up on my tiptoes, arching my back as deep as I can, and tilt my hips up. “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Stay just like that.”
He’s crouched behind me now as he kisses first one cheek, then the other, and then we both moan with the first brush of his tongue in my most intimate place. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, the gentle probing of his wet tongue sliding between my pussy lips and dipping into my entrance. My thighs clench with unadulterated desire when he reaches between my legs and finds my clit, working it back and forth with the pad of his finger until I’m seeing stars.
He speeds up his movements, making animalistic noises as he sinks his tongue as far as it will go in my pussy and increases the pressure on my clit. I can’t help but widen my stance and rock my hips so he can go even deeper. My calves are screaming from holding my position on my tiptoes for so long, but they’re easy to ignore as I close my eyes, all my senses focused on how he’s kissing me better.
Then there’s the telltale tightening in my lower belly as he adds another finger to the one attacking my clit, driving me closer to climax as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my channel.
“Oh god, Daddy! Yes!” I scream without thought when the tightening in my belly snaps and releases, euphoria sweeping through every atom of my being. Wave after wave of divine pleasure assaults my senses, and he licks and kisses my pussy through it all.
It takes longer than I thought it would for my orgasm to fade, and when it finally does, he removes his tongue, and I sag against the bed. It’s not until after I catch my breath do I realize what I said when I was cumming.
Just like that, I feel cold all over.
Oh, no, no, no!
I’m terrified of what I’m going to see when I turn around and have to look him in the eye.
I don’t get the chance to find out.
Suddenly, Dad’s Wranglers brush against the back of my thighs again as he forces something frightfully larger than his tongue between my slick pussy lips, stealing my breath as he pushes it deeper with a groan that sounds as painful as it is pleasurable.
Mine is nothing but pain as Dad grips my hips, and with one final, forceful thrust, fills my pussy with his cock—the one that could barely fit in my mouth but is now fully sheathed inside me after breaking through my virginity.
I scream and claw at the comforter at the same time as he yells, “You’re a virgin?”