Dane
She’s the temptation I’ve fought for so long. I’ve wanted to fuck that little pussy of hers more than I want to breathe.
Daddy.
She hasn’t said that for three years, five days. And I can’t breathe.
She doesn’t know what that word means to me. What it unlocks.
But her body melted when she said it. My dick jerked and filled. I know she felt it.
Her thighs squeezed together, her ass wiggled on the boner I’ve been fighting off since she turned eighteen. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, then back down, like she knew—knew—what she’d just done.
"Baby," I choke, locking her in my grip, "you don’t understand what you’re playing with."
She wiggles again.
And again, and I think of lifting her skirt, moving her panties aside and sliding my cock between her ass cheeks, just letting it sit there, sandwiched in that softness.
That’s not so wrong, is it? Letting her skin cradle me. Maybe use some of that lotion of hers that smells like strawberries and sin so I’ll slide back and forth while she wiggles on my lap.
No one would know.
I’ll leave her a present under her panties so the world smells her father on her. Evidence of the deviant thoughts that I can no longer control.
“Are we playing a game?” She breathes and cum spurts from the tip of my dick into my boxers.
I move my hand along the warmth of her thigh, just enough to drag the soft cotton of her skirt over the hardened line of my cock.
“We are playing. We’re playing keep secrets. Can you do that?”
I clench my jaw. Hard. Count to ten.
It doesn’t help. My balls fucking ache to heave and explode. I have to get inside her.
Maybe if I can just taste her.
Then, I’ll be okay. Just one little lick and then, back to being a rational man. Not a perverted father figure who wants to violate his daughter.
Step-daughter my conscience tries to remind me.
“Yes, always for you. I’ll keep all our secrets.” She moves again, more than a wiggle, adding a little moan, heat transferring from between her legs onto my thighs.
"Don’t," I grit. "Don’t move like that again unless you are ready for what’s coming next."
She freezes. Those sweet, big eyes lift to mine. Fluttering her lashes like she has no idea what’s going on.
And then…
One slow roll of her hips. Then she’s rocking, back and forth her head lolling on her shoulders, those bee stung pink lips opening.
My grip turns punishing.
I force her still.
She lets out the faintest whimper and—Jesus.
I can’t think.
The air in my lungs turns to acid. I want her plump little lips to give me a kiss and not just on my mouth. I imagine her crouched down as I open my pants. I pray I locked the door as I guide her head to my cock from her position under my desk.
I’d keep her there for hours, licking my balls, sucking my cock, swallowing my load as I dole out punishments to students. Listen to shithead parents tell me how it’s impossible that their little Tommy or Suzie could be such a fucking monster.
This is what I need. My own personal stress reliever hidden at my knees, choking on my dick as my balls empty down her sweet, little throat.
"Is this what you want?" I grit out, the words raking up my throat. "You want your Daddy to be bad for you?"
Her breath is shaking now and so is the rest of her. Her cheeks flushed. She gives the barest nod.
I close my eyes.
The sound I make isn’t human.
"You don’t know what I’ve had to do to keep my hands off you."
My mouth finds her temple.
Then her jaw.
Then the edge of her ear.
"You think I didn’t see you this year? In those tiny skirts? Biting that bottom lip? Looking at me like I’m the answer to all your filthy little girl dreams? The ones where Daddy lays down to read you a story and then ends up teaching you things a little girl shouldn’t know?"
She’s breathing faster.
God, she’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache.
I’ve had her all to myself since her bitch of a mother took off. She was always jealous of how Lily took to me. Who could blame her? Her own father was never in her life and her mother treated her like an inconvenient obligation on the best of days.
Good riddance. I hadn’t touched that bitch in years but put up with her because I would never leave Lily. One horrible drunken night in Vegas had one glorious outcome.
Lily.
“Daddy, your lips feel good.”
“It feels good to me too, baby. It always has. But, it’s different now. Remember when I put you to bed and would always kiss your forehead and tell you how much I loved you?”
She nods, her lips parted. “I always said I love you too. This much.” She holds her hands apart on a shy smile.
“Yes, you did but I love you in a different way now. And I get to show you how I feel.”
I keep her pinned in place, my palm flattening against the curve of her lower back, my fingers splayed at the edge of her waistband as my hips move in time with hers. Fabric creating friction between us.
"You think I didn’t dream about this?" I growl. "You, in my lap. Begging me to be the one who teaches you what that body is for. Your little girl juice is soaking you, isn’t it?"
She whimpers again.
“But, if you don’t teach me, you want one of those other boys to do it?”
I snap. The idea of anyone else touching her has me seeing red. My thick cock is the only dick she will ever know.
I grind myself against her. Her lashes flutter. She clutches my lapels.
"Feel that?" I breathe against her neck. "That’s what you do to me. You did that."
Her lips part. She makes a helpless sound and tries to rock again.
“Please, it feels funny. Down there. Achy.”
"You wait for Daddy. I’m going to teach you. You are going to learn."
She freezes. Her soft body trembling as my dick throbs wanting inside that cherry heat.
“But, I want—"
"You don’t take," I grunt, squeezing her earlobe between my teeth until she hisses, then I let that sweet flesh go. "You receive."
I buck my hips upward making her yelp. My hands guide her hips like she’s a doll built for my use.
She gasps.
"You’re getting all slippery down there," I groan, "aren’t you, baby girl? Getting all drippy down in your girl parts."
Her whisper seeps into my ears like black smoke. "Yes, Daddy. My panties are super sticky."
I curse. Then pray.
My forehead falls against hers.
"This is dangerous," I say, more to myself than to her. "So fucking dangerous."
"I’m never scared when I’m with you Daddy. Never." She presses those warm little lips on mine just for a second, for one breath saying, “Teach me.”
And just like that…
I jam one hand under the hem of her skirt. Shoving her legs apart until my fingertips hit wet heat and lace.
"Such a pretty little thing," I whisper, dragging a finger along the damp indent of her lips. "Sloppy for Daddy. You want to learn how to please me, don’t you? You want Daddy to take out his fat cock and teach you how to stroke it just the way he likes?"
She nods frantically her soft blonde hair bobbing around her face.
"Say it."
"I want to please you."
"Say it right."
"I want to please you, Daddy."
I press my mouth to hers.
And the moment our lips meet, I know I’m done for.
She opens to me like she was made for this.
For me.
Our kiss is heat and surrender and denial poured into a moment of connection.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing hard.
Her cheeks are pink. Her lips swollen. Wetness soaks through the fabric between her hot little legs.
Just like that, I’ve got her up and against me.
Her hands fly around my neck but only long enough for me to take the three steps across my office. Hit the lock button on the door as we go by, then sweep one hand across my desk, throwing files and my half full coffee mug to the floor in a crash.
I display her on the hard wood, her hair fans out, blonde strands catching light like a halo. I glance out the window of my office into the courtyard where students are laughing, studying and unaware their principal is about to violate his daughter right here on school grounds.
“Daddy" Her chest rises in panicked peaks, the fabric of her regulation school girl blouse pulling across those womanly tits sent straight from hell to break me. “Please.”“Please what?” I grind out, dragging my jaw down the column of her throat. That strawberry and sugar scent floods my senses as my teeth graze her pulse point. “Touch you?” My words turn guttural. “Tell me to stop, baby.” I smirk into her skin. “I-I can’t—" She gasps when I grip her knees, thumbs skimming inward, and bucks harder against the desk’s edge. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Her body bows. Every nerve ending in me is shocked to life.
Her eyes pop wide, lips bitten raw, spine arched to shove those forbidden tits toward my face.
I don’t know if it’s lust or ownership that makes my fingers knot in her hair but the urge to fucking tear my daughter apart is pushing me to the edge.