Chapter Two
I kept my fingers buried deep inside her, curling them slowly against that spongy spot that made her hips jerk, while my tongue worked her clit in steady, relentless circles.
Kennedy’s fingers tightened in my hair, not pushing me away but holding me there as soft, breathy moans spilled from her lips.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Every time you hugged me… every time you called me kiddo… I’d go home and touch myself thinking about your hands instead.”
Her confession made my cock throb painfully against the side of the bed.
I groaned into her pussy and doubled down—sucking her clit gently between my lips while I pumped my fingers faster.
The wet, obscene sounds of her soaking my hand mixed with the roar of the rain on the roof.
Thunder rolled through the cabin like it approved.
Kennedy’s thighs started to shake around my head. Her breathing turned into desperate little pants. “Uncle Jake… oh god, right there—”
I curled my fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot over and over while my tongue flicked rapidly across her swollen clit.
She came with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around my fingers, flooding my tongue with her sweet release.
I didn’t stop, licking her through every pulse until her legs were trembling uncontrollably and her grip in my hair bordered on desperate.
As she came down, panting and whimpering, she looked at me with glassy, lust-drunk eyes and whispered the words that sealed her fate:
“Daddy… please…”
The word hit me like a lightning strike. Something primal unlocked in my chest.
I rose from my knees, crawling up her body. The t-shirt had bunched up around her ribs, exposing her tits. I shoved it higher and sucked one stiff nipple into my mouth as I notched the thick head of my cock against her dripping entrance. She was still fluttering from her orgasm.
“Look at me, baby,” I said, voice rough. I pushed forward slowly, stretching her open inch by thick inch. Kennedy gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her tight pussy struggled to take me. “That’s it… such a good girl for Daddy.”
She moaned at the word, her walls clenching hard around me. I kept going—slow, deliberate strokes—feeding her every inch until I was buried to the hilt, my heavy balls pressed against her ass. She felt impossibly tight, hot, and perfect.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I groaned, holding still inside her so she could adjust. Our eyes stayed locked in the flashes of lightning. “You feel so goddamn good. Been driving me crazy for years.”
I started moving—long, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Not frantic yet. Just slow and claiming. Each time I bottomed out she let out a soft, broken moan, her legs wrapping around my waist like she never wanted me to leave.
“Daddy…” she breathed again, the word coming easier now, her hips starting to meet my thrusts. “You’re so big… I can feel you everywhere.”
I kissed her then—deep and hungry—while I kept fucking her with those measured, powerful strokes. Kennedy’s soft “Daddy” whispers were driving me insane.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, holding her in place as I started fucking her harder. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, competing with the thunderstorm outside.
“Tell me more, baby girl,” I growled, leaning down to bite at her neck. “Tell Daddy what you used to think about when you touched this pretty pussy.”
Kennedy moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed as I drove into her.
“I… I used to watch you when you’d come over to help Dad with projects,” she panted between thrusts.
“You’d get sweaty and your shirt would ride up…
I’d go to my room and finger myself imagining you bending me over and just taking me. ”
Her words made me growl. I released her wrists, grabbed her hips instead, and started pounding into her harder—deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce. The bed creaked beneath us. I could feel her getting even wetter, her pussy fluttering around my thick cock.
“Such a dirty little girl,” I rasped, angling my hips so I dragged against her G-spot with every thrust. “My best friend’s daughter creaming herself over me for years. And now you’re taking Daddy’s cock like you were made for it.”
“Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy!” she cried out. Her nails raked down my back. “I used to imagine you getting me pregnant… sneaking into my room and filling me up so no one else could have me.”
Her fantasy hit me like a drug. I snarled and drove into her even deeper, pinning one of her legs back toward her chest so I could fuck her harder.
“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s going to ruin this tight little pussy.
Gonna fill you up with so much cum it has to take.
You want that? Want me to breed my best friend’s daughter? ”
Kennedy’s eyes rolled back, her walls clamping down like a vice around me. “Yes, Daddy! Please—fill me up. I want it so bad!”
I lost the last of my control. I fucked her hard and fast, the headboard slamming against the wall in rhythm with the thunder.
When she came again—shaking, screaming my name and calling me Daddy—her pussy milked me so perfectly I couldn’t hold back.
I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside her.
I kept thrusting through it, fucking my seed even deeper, claiming her completely.
We stayed locked together, panting as the aftershocks rolled through us. My cock was still buried inside her, twitching, as I kissed her slow and deep. Cum was already starting to leak out around me.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I murmured against her lips. “We’re just getting started.”