I have a secret that I’m both ashamed and exhilarated to admit. It’s something I never thought I’d experience, something I was always taught was wrong. But now, I can’t stop thinking about it…and I don’t want to.
My daddy has always been the most important man in my life. I’ve idolized him since I was a girl – he’s strong, confident, a true man’s man. And handsome…oh god, is he handsome. That rugged face, those intense eyes, that thick, powerful body. I’ve caught myself staring at him when he’s mowing the lawn shirtless, imagining running my hands over his broad, sweaty chest…
I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t have these urges, these fantasies about my own father. I’ve tried to fight them, to distract myself, but they consume my every waking moment. And now, something’s changed between us. The way Daddy looks at me, like he wants to devour me. The way he “accidentally” brushes against me when he walks by. I won’t lie, it makes me so fucking wet…
Last night was the first time we crossed the line. Daddy came to my room, knocking softly at my door. I opened it in my silky robe, my body practically vibrating. He said he wanted to check on me but I know better. He wanted me.
We just looked at each other, the tension crackling between us, hot and electric. Then Daddy reached out and cupped my face with his big, rough hand. I leaned into it, my pulse racing. He ran his thumb over my full lips and I couldn’t help it, I had to taste him. I flicked my tongue out and touched it to his skin, my pussy clenching. His eyes darkened and I knew we were both thinking the same dirty thing.
Daddy’s hand slid down my neck, my shoulder, my arm, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched. He untied my robe slowly, maddeningly. I whimpered and he growled low in his throat. The robe fell open and he looked his fill at my body, taking in my soft curves, the heavy swell of my breasts. I wanted him to touch me so badly my skin ached.
What happened next is a secret for now…but I’ll tell you this – Daddy’s going to fuck his girl so hard tonight. And I can’t fucking wait.
To Be Continued…
want more? Call me…I’m waiting…
