I'm Sorry, Daddy: A Cheeky Novelette

Chapter 4

The most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen or felt stretches obscenely when I’m buried to the root, my pelvis slapped against Tina’s equally perfect ass. “You’re a virgin?” I shout when my daughter screams in pain after I feel her hymen give way.

I never expected her to be a virgin, not with the way she struts about in the sluttiest little outfits—the same kind her mother never gave two shits about her little girl buying and wearing out of the house. Her mother never dressed much better, but at the time, I thought she was wearing those sexy outfits for me.

Turns out I was wrong. Wrong about her and wrong about Tina.

I force myself not to move an inch when Tina nods, knowing that pulling out would cause her just as much pain as fucking her would as her pussy walls clench unbearably tighter. I grind my teeth and groan at her vice-like grip around my shaft, which makes my cock pulse inside her, begging me to thrust.

I’m an evil, sick bastard for what I’ve just done, taking my daughter’s virginity from behind like a savage, like she’s a little slut who should be used to it by now. Her first time should have been with a boy her own age who slowly slides into her while they look deep into each other’s eyes in love…not with the fat, old man she calls Daddy.

Up to this point, I’ve resisted—and spectacularly failed—every advance she’s made. It makes me evil and sick that my blood heats with immoral desire, that my cock grows impossibly harder every single fucking time she breathily calls me Daddy.

Sick, sick, sick.

I was doing it for her own good, pushing her away, knowing it’s incredibly fucked up that she feels the need to comfort me like this, starting with giving me the worst—while simultaneously the hottest—blow job I’ve ever received.

Christ, the way her throat seized each time she gagged had my dick ready to fire off and fill her little belly with cum in seconds flat. But I couldn’t let myself do it. Couldn’t take advantage of my daughter’s misguided offer to make me feel better after her whore of a mother left, because what kind of father would that make me?

Evil and sick.

That’s what I was thinking when I backed off and attempted to leave, telling her I wanted us to forget what happened and move on. Going so far as to literally push her away from me after she pulled off her shirt, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen in real life. Perky and perfect and begging for my mouth.

I’ve always known that my daughter is a beauty, but not once have I ever been tempted to take that train of thought any further, especially when she grew into such a spoiled brat. She and her bitch of a mother were dragging me closer to the brink of debt once I stopped dipping into my savings, and I couldn’t stand to look at the two of them anymore.

But then my heart nearly gave out when she hit the corner of the bed and fell. The only thing I could think of at that moment was how I could take her pain away, to kiss her boo-boos like I’ve seen other parents do to their kids’ scraped knees, though the kisses I gave her were nothing like what those parents were doing. There was nothing innocent or parental about the way I straddled her firm thighs after laying her on my bed, the same one her mother cheated on me in with that fucker, Tim.

I couldn’t keep my lips off of her smooth skin long after I’d kissed the worst of her injury. Suddenly, I found myself kissing her gorgeous, bare pussy, burying my tongue in her small hole, and swallowing down every sweet drop of juice her pussy wept for me as it grew wetter and wetter. I couldn’t force myself to back off when she called me Daddy as she was cumming.

I was too far gone by then, too turned on to do the right thing by her.

I’m still too far gone.

She’s given me the sweetest, most precious gift, and I won’t leave her pussy in pain, heaped on top of all of the emotional and physical pain I’ve already caused her tonight.

Once her pussy walls start to relax around my girth, I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, wanting to feel the heat of her skin against my bare chest. I drape myself gingerly over her back, sickened and excited by the thoughts running through my head as I cover her body with mine.

A Daddy shouldn’t love the feeling of how small his daughter is beneath him.

I smooth the luscious loose strands of her silky reddish-brown hair out of her face and caress her cheek with the back of my hand. Her crystal blue eyes are clenched tight, and I kiss the next tear that slips from the corner before it can fall.

It kills me how many times I’ve made her cry since she first walked in on her mother packing her bags.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were a virgin. If I did…”

Her eyes pop open and the space between her brows creases with worry. “If you’d known I was a virgin, would you have stopped?”

“Yes,” I say, though I’m not sure if it’s the truth. At this moment, I don’t regret taking the tight pussy she’s offered up on a silver platter, but I at least regret the way I did it.

“Then I’m glad you didn’t know,” she says with a fierce look. I grunt and can’t help the way my hips buck of their own volition when she arches her back the slightest bit, looks me straight in the eye, and says in the sultriest voice, “I’m glad it’s you who took my virginity. I love you, Daddy.”

I drop my mouth to her shoulder and groan, “Don’t…don’t call me that. Not when we’re doing…this.” That’s what I say with my words, but my body is telling a whole different story as my cock flexes inside her. I slide my hands to her ribs, my fingers dangerously close to dipping between her chest and the mattress to cup her tits.

Defiance flashes in her blue eyes, but she bites her bottom lip and clenches her thighs tight, squeezing another groan out of me.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t do that either or I’ll cum inside you.” I shouldn’t be on the verge of cumming at all. I should be flaccid and horrified at what I’m doing, running for the tallest building in the city so I can throw myself off of it.

Then the little brat does it again, and some of my earlier anger at her behavior returns. Without consciously thinking about it, I lift off her back, snap my hips back until just the head of my cock is still buried in her wet heat, and drive my hips forward until they bounce off her sweet ass. She cries out, but then she does it again when I come to a halt, breathing hard to get myself under control.

“You fucking…beautiful…precious…little brat. Is this what you want?” I growl, withdrawing and slamming into her again, driving her small body forward on the mattress until her feet hang off the floor. “You want Daddy to lose his mind and cum in your virgin cunt?”

Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.

The words coming out of my mouth are wretched. I’ve never spoken to a woman like this, and it’s made all the worse by slipping up and calling myself Daddy while I fuck my daughter. She might not be mine by blood, but she’s mine in every other way that counts.

“Yes, Daddy! I want you to cum in me!”

Bliss and euphoria at hearing those sweet, dirty little words—words I’ve been waiting and wanting to hear from her mother for so many years—have my balls drawing up tight, ready to unload in her hot pussy. Still, I hold on to a shred of my sanity even as I start pumping in and out of her at an increasingly frantic pace.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. What would happen if I—you can’t possibly—”

“Yes, I do! I know you want kids of your own, and Mom wouldn’t give them to you. But I will. I’ll make it all better.”

“Oh, sweetheart, no.” It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to pull out of her. I pull her up off the bed and spin her around to face me, then gather her to my chest, careful not to put any pressure on her injury as I wrap my arms around her. I press a kiss to her forehead when she tips her head back and whisper, “You don’t need to ‘make it all better’, Tina. Certainly not by fucking me and getting…getting pregnant.”

I can’t believe what I’m saying when I’ve desperately wanted kids for so long. Here’s a sweet, young thing who I love most in the world, even if I haven’t always acted like it, who is willingly offering up her fertile pussy. And what do I do? Yank my cock out and tell her no.

Tina’s hand slips between us, and she grips my cock coated in her cum and steaks of her virgin blood. She roughly pumps my shaft up and down, making my toes curl in my boots.

“I overheard you, you know? Fighting with Mom about having kids. I know she told you that you could start trying as soon as you got married, but she never wanted any more after having me.”

I rear back, though not far enough away to pull out of her warm, slick fist. “She told you that?”

Sorrow, and also a little contrition, flashes in her eyes. “She said that having me almost ruined her sanity, and she wasn’t going to let it happen again. She did love you, I think, back then. She was scared you were going to leave her, so she lied about wanting more kids.”