2. Chapter 2 #2
I take her soaking cunt into my mouth and the sound she makes is ragged and almost angry. It's a desperation that I know down deep in my bones and hearing it with my tongue in her pussy is worth every sleepless night I've spent hating myself for wanting this.
I take one long flat stroke from entrance to clit and the taste of her rewires something in my brain permanently.
I will never not crave this. This is the image that burns the film. I groan against her and she grabs my hair and grinds against my face and there's nothing practiced or performed about what's going on here.
She fucks my mouth like she's furious at how good it feels and the artlessness of it, just raw jerking hips and curse words.
I suck her clit and drive two fingers into her opening.
I curl them and she bows off the couch. I think about Dylan — this lanky kid who had this girl in his bed and couldn't figure out how to make her shake.
Grabbed her hair like he'd watched a video on it.
Told her to be good with his cracking twenty-year-old voice and then called her frigid when his little performance didn't land.
What a fucking mistake I made letting her go off to school and spread her wings, pun intended.
That little fuck had this tight, soaked, desperate pussy so fucking close and decided his ego mattered more.
The thought makes me violent and I suck her clit and pump my fingers so hard, the knuckles knock against her pubic bone and she keens, her thighs clamping around my head, and I shove them apart with my free hand because I refuse to miss a single frame of this moment.
"Hold those panties out of the way like a good girl. Daddy needs in there deep baby."
The arch of her spine, the twist of her fingers in my hair, the way her stomach muscles jump tell me all I need to know.
I've got my tongue inside the girl who looked to me as her father. The girl I took to the hospital when she broke her wrist. The girl that fell asleep against me every Friday night when her mother was out with 'the girls' and I let her stay up late and pick the movie we'd watch.
"Give it to me. All of it."
I give full focus to my daughter's clit, sucking it like a damn lollipop while I reach up and squeeze her left tit. I cup her womanly breast as I slurp at her wetness, swallowing it down and letting it become part of me forever.
"Such a pretty little girl pussy." I breathe into her folds. "You know when you are so wet like this what it means, don't you baby?"
Her hazy eyes meet mine, her fingers holding her panties aside as she shrugs. "I'm not sure."
"Well, baby, it means you want a man's hard cock inside you. When you get wet, it makes a man get hard and he needs to put all the sticky cum in his balls way up inside you. It's nature. You're asking for it, aren't you?"
I twirl my thumb around her clit as I raise my eyebrows.
"I guess so." Her cheeks burn red as she swallows and I rub my tongue against her little hole, rimming that band of skin that feels pretty fucking untouched.
A flush covers her chest and face; her breathing shudders and her eyes are sensual and greedy.
She pulses against my tongue as I shove it up inside her.
She moans as I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers as I tongue fuck her, then move back up to her clit and move my middle finger soaked in her juices to the crack of her ass, finding that tight dark entrance and apply pressure as I eat her out.
"God." She hisses, her opening begging for more of what I'm giving. "That feels—"
"How does it feel, baby? Daddy has his tongue in your pussy a finger pushing on your little asshole and your nipple pinched…tell me what you're feeling baby, I want to know."
"I feel achy but good but like there's more I need and if I don't get it, I don't know." Her voice cracks. "I don't know what I'll do."
"Well, it's a good thing Daddy knows exactly what to do. I'll make sure you feel all the good feelings baby. Then, you'll have to make sure you do the same thing for me, okay? That's fair, isn't it?"
She nods but I'm not sure her cognitive abilities are intact, but fuck it, neither are mine. I devour her pussy like a starving man, shoving the tip of my middle finger into her ass and she grinds her cunt into my mouth.
"I've never — nobody's ever — "
Her orgasm hits mid-sentence. The sounds are messy and broken.
Half-sob, half-moan, her tight little asshole clenching around my finger in waves I feel in my own chest. I slow my tongue but don't stop, dragging it out, because I'm a selfish bastard and the sounds she makes when she comes are going to live rent-free in my head until they put me in the ground.
I press my mouth to her inner thigh. Her flavor branded into my DNA. "One."
She blinks at the ceiling, chest heaving, then lifts her head to stare at me. "One?" Half-dazed.
"Yes, that's one orgasm but I want more."
I stand and pull my shirt over my head. Her gaze drops to the eagle-and-trident inked over my left pec, faded to blue-gray.
I undo the belt, shove my jeans down. My cock springs free because I'm a commando sort of guy.
It's angry, thick and leaking, and she props herself on her elbows to stare and the expression on her face isn't fear. It's hunger and innocence, and the raw relief in it nearly buckles me.
I drag her to the edge of the couch by her hips, pressing the tip of my dick against her heat, just holding it there at the opening making her whimper and wiggle with nothing between us. "Your boyfriend grabbed your hair and tried to make you submit and your skin crawled. Does this?"
I work my fingers into the back of her hair, jerking sideways, landing my teeth on the nape of her neck and bite.
She nearly bucks off the couch, her pussy gushing over my crown.
I pull back, snapping my tongue along my teeth waiting for her answer.
"No." She's looking down where we're about to connect, then up at me. "This feels like falling."
I push into her and the sound that rips out of both of us is an expression of pain, but for different reasons. She's so wet I can hear myself sinking into her and I grip her hips and stop halfway because my body wants to rut and my brain knows if I move right now I'll be done before I've started.
"Daddy's taking your cherry. I deserve that don't I? For raising you, it's the least you can do for me, am I right?"
She's whimpering, nails scoring my forearms, her body working to take me, and I press my forehead to hers and breathe her air.
"It's too big."
"I know it hurts and I don't want you to hurt. But, this is what we have to do, baby. You said it was fair, didn't you?"
"Yes, it's fair. I want you, all of you."
God, she's fucking perfect. "It hurts because you are so beautiful and wet and you make me feel things I shouldn't. That's not my fault though is it?" She shakes her head as I buck my hips forward and tear through her tight entrance and nearly pass out from the pleasure. "Whose fault is it, Wren?"
"Mine." She cries, her belly convulsing as I drive another inch forward, her pussy lips sucking down my cock. "It's my fault. I'm sorry, Daddy."
I soothe her with a palm to her cheek, thrusting, thrusting. "It's okay. You're making up for it now. You want to make me feel good now, don't you? You want to help me the way I always help you, right?"
"Yes." She breathes and nods her face twisted with effort.
"Then, it's going to hurt, but you have to be brave. I have to move more inside you and there's never going to be a condom on my cock with you. We're special together. I'm your Daddy and I get to do as I please and you'll be happy when I give you my cum, won't you?"
Her hips jolt upward. "So happy."
I keep pressing, feeling her walls squeeze around me as I slide my thumb into her mouth. "Suck it."
Her warmth covers my intruding digit while her pussy does the same around my dick. That tight band of unstretched muscle inside her like a belt that won't loosen.
You're inside your virgin daughter but you need more. You need it all, don't fucking stop.
"Breathe." I say as her face turns red and I pull her lower lip down with my thumb.
She draws a long breath and her insides loosen around me.
I drive the rest of the way and her mouth falls open and her eyes glass over and her pulse hammers against my cock from the inside. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me tighter.
"Don't stop." Her voice cracks as I thrust, her walls barely giving way.
I pull back and drive in and she arches and rakes her nails down the sides of my neck and I do it again, hunting the angle that makes her voice crack.
I'm halfway in and she screams when I flex and give the final push and bury myself down to the base.
"You're doing so good baby. I'm almost all the way inside." I catch her eye and nod at her tit. "Grab your breast and put it up here to my lips so I can suck it nice and soft while I hammer your pussy good and bloody."
I take a shaking breath, ignoring her whimpers, bracing myself on my arms as her heels dig into my ass but she doesn't move.
"I told you to do something and your job is to do as you're told, especially when I'm giving you my cock." I land a smack on the side of her ass, making her hips jump but her pussy gushes. "Now, be my good girl and put your tit in Daddy's mouth."