I’d been thinking about it for weeks. The way his eyes would sometimes catch on my legs when I walked past. The way his voice got lower when we were alone in the house. I kept telling myself it was nothing, just leftover tension from years of living under the same roof. But tonight my mom was gone for the weekend, and the house felt different. Quieter. Heavier.
I was in the kitchen late, wearing only one of his old shirts. It barely covered the tops of my thighs. I knew he was still awake. I heard him moving around upstairs, then the soft sound of his footsteps coming down.
He walked in, stopped in the doorway, and just looked at me. His eyes moved slowly from my face down to where the shirt ended.
“You should put something on,” he said. His voice was already rough.
I didn’t move. I leaned back against the counter and let the shirt ride up a little higher. “Why? It’s just us.”
He exhaled hard through his nose and walked over. He set a glass down on the counter next to my hip, then stayed there, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. One of his hands rested on the counter beside me. The other lifted and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers stayed on my cheek longer than they needed to.
“You know exactly why,” he said quietly.
I turned my face into his hand and kissed the center of his palm. “Then stop pretending you don’t want it.”
Something in him broke. His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and he pulled me forward. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was deep and hungry, like he’d been holding it back for a long time. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I opened for him immediately, moaning when he bit my lower lip.
He spun me around and bent me over the counter in one motion. The shirt rode up over my ass. His big hands spread me open and he just stared for a second, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at you.”
His thumb dragged slowly through my folds. I was already soaked. He pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit and rubbed in slow circles while two of his fingers pushed inside me. I gasped and pushed back onto his hand.
“You’re dripping for your own dad,” he said, voice low and rough. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“A long time,” I whispered.
He worked his fingers in and out of me slowly, curling them, stretching me, while his other hand held me down by the small of my back. Every time I tried to push back harder he slowed down even more, making me feel every inch.
“Please,” I finally said.
He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across my lower lip so I could taste myself, then yanked his sweatpants down. The thick head of his cock dragged up and down between my folds, coating himself in how wet I was. He pressed against my entrance and just held there.
“Ask for it,” he said.
I swallowed. “Fuck me. Please. I want my dad’s cock inside me.”
He pushed in slow. So slow it almost hurt in the best way. I felt every thick inch stretching me open, filling me deeper than I’d expected. When he finally bottomed out he stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against the back of my neck.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He started moving. Deep, slow strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The wet sound of it filled the kitchen. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. Every time he pushed in deep I moaned, and every time he pulled back I tried to follow him.
“This what you needed?” he asked against my ear. “Your dad’s cock stretching this little pussy open?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—”
He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, slow circles while he fucked me. The dual sensation made my legs shake. He kept the pace deliberate, almost cruel, making sure I felt every stroke. When I started getting close he slowed down even more, dragging it out until I was whimpering and pushing back desperately.
“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Let me feel it.”
I came hard, clenching around him, shaking against the counter while he kept fucking me through it. He didn’t stop. He just kept those deep, steady thrusts going while I pulsed around him, until the overstimulation made me cry out.
Only then did he pick up the pace. He fucked me harder, deeper, one hand fisted in my hair so he could pull my head back and watch my face. The wet slap of his hips against my ass got louder. I could feel him getting thicker inside me.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna come so deep inside my little girl.”
He slammed in hard one last time and held there, groaning low and broken as he came. I felt every pulse, thick and hot, flooding me. He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, then slowly pulled out. Warm cum immediately started leaking down my thighs.
He turned me around, lifted me up onto the counter, and stepped between my legs. His cock was still half-hard and shiny with both of us. He kissed me slow and deep this time, almost gentle, while his fingers slid back between my legs and pushed some of his cum back inside me.
“We’re not done,” he said against my mouth. “Not even close. Upstairs. Now.”
I nodded, still breathing hard.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me toward the stairs, already hard again against my ass.
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He carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing, one arm under my thighs, the other around my back. My legs were still shaking. Every step made his cock rub against my ass, still hard and slick from being inside me. By the time we reached his bedroom I was already wet again, his cum still leaking slowly down my thighs.
He kicked the door shut behind us and set me down on the edge of the bed. The room was dark except for the soft light coming in from the hallway. He stood between my legs and looked down at me for a long second, chest rising and falling hard.
“Take the shirt off.”
I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. Completely naked now. He stared at my body like he was memorizing it—my tits, the wet mess between my legs, the faint bruises already forming on my hips from his hands.
He pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed over me. His mouth found mine again, slower this time, deeper. One of his hands cupped my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it hardened under his touch. He kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower. When he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, I arched up against him with a quiet moan.
He spent a long time on my tits—licking, biting, sucking—until both nipples were swollen and sensitive. Only then did he move lower. He kissed down my stomach, pushed my thighs apart, and settled between them.
The first slow lick through my folds made me jolt. He groaned against me.
“Still full of my cum,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Fucking filthy.”
He licked me slowly, thoroughly, dragging his tongue through the mess he’d left inside me. Every time he sucked on my clit I whimpered. His hands held my thighs open wide so I couldn’t close them. He ate me like he had all the time in the world—long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, then two thick fingers pushing back inside me while he focused on my clit.
I came again with my hands buried in his hair, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking until I was oversensitive and trying to squirm away. Only then did he crawl back up my body.
He kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then reached down and lined his cock up with my entrance again. He pushed in slowly, watching my face the entire time as he stretched me open for the second time.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “Still so tight around me.”
He fucked me slow and deep, elbows braced on either side of my head, eyes locked on mine. Every stroke was controlled, almost careful, like he was savoring the feel of me. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out of me filled the quiet room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.
“Harder,” I whispered.
He shook his head once. “Not yet.”
He kept that same deep, grinding pace, rolling his hips so the base of his cock rubbed against my clit with every thrust. One of his hands slid under my ass and tilted my hips up so he could get even deeper. I could feel every thick inch of him.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he said against my mouth.
“You,” I gasped. “It’s yours. It’s my dad’s.”
He groaned and finally started fucking me harder. The bed creaked under us. His thrusts got longer, deeper, more forceful. I could hear how wet I was every time he bottomed out. He reached down between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me, and the dual sensation made my eyes roll back.
“Come on my cock again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it.”
I came hard, clenching around him, crying out into his shoulder. He fucked me through it, never slowing down, chasing his own release. When he got close he buried himself as deep as he could and held there, pulsing inside me with a low, broken groan. I felt every hot spurt of cum flooding me again.
He stayed inside me for a long time after, breathing hard against my neck, occasionally rocking his hips just to feel the mess he’d left. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed, dripping onto the sheets between my legs.
He looked down at it, then at me, and his cock twitched.
“Not done,” he said quietly. “Turn over.”
I rolled onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, face down in the pillows, and pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust. I moaned into the sheets.
This time he fucked me like he was claiming me—deep, steady, relentless strokes that made the headboard knock lightly against the wall. One of his hands stayed on the back of my neck, holding me down. The other reached under me and rubbed my clit again.
“You’re gonna come one more time for me,” he said, voice rough. “Then I’m going to fill this tight little cunt again.”
I was already close. The angle was deeper like this, and every thrust dragged across the spot that made my legs shake. He kept rubbing my clit in those same tight circles until I came again, harder than before, clenching and pulsing around him while I sobbed into the pillow.
He followed right after, slamming deep and grinding against me as he came, flooding me for the third time. His weight settled over my back, both of us breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.
After a long moment he slowly pulled out. I could feel how full I was—cum leaking out of me in slow, warm drips. He rolled onto his side and pulled me against his chest, one heavy arm draped over my waist.
His voice was quieter now, almost rough with something else.
“You’re staying in this bed tonight.”
I nodded against his chest, still shaking a little.
His hand slid down between my legs again, two fingers lazily pushing some of the cum back inside me.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
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We stayed like that for a while, his cock softening inside me while his fingers lazily stroked through the mess between my legs. Every now and then he’d push two fingers back in, slow and deep, just to feel how full I still was. I was sore in the best way, thighs sticky, body heavy against his chest.
Eventually he pulled out completely. I felt the thick rush of cum that followed, warm and slow down my thighs onto the sheets. He looked at it for a second, then reached over and dragged two fingers through it again before bringing them to my mouth.
“Clean them.”
I opened and sucked his fingers, tasting both of us. He watched my mouth the entire time, eyes dark.
When I finished he leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, like he was tasting it too. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his hips. His cock was already starting to harden again against my messy folds.
“Ride me,” he said quietly. “Nice and slow. I want to watch.”
I reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him inch by inch. Even after three times I still had to work myself down onto his thickness. When I finally took all of him I stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, feeling how deep he was like this.
His hands settled on my hips. “Move.”
I started rocking slowly, rolling my hips so he rubbed against that spot inside me with every movement. His eyes stayed locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear into me over and over. One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, thumb dragging across my nipple.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take your dad’s cock like a good girl.”
I rode him slower than I wanted to, drawing it out the way he liked. Every time I lifted almost all the way off he would dig his fingers into my hips and pull me back down hard, forcing a soft moan out of me. The wet sound of it was filthy—his cum and my wetness making everything slick and loud.
After a few minutes he sat up, still buried inside me, and wrapped one arm around my waist. The new angle made him even deeper. He started thrusting up into me from below while I rocked down to meet him. His mouth found my neck, then my ear.
“You’re going to come on me again,” he said. “I can feel how close you are.”
He was right. The constant pressure against my clit every time I sank down was building fast. He reached between us and rubbed me in tight, wet circles while he kept fucking up into me.
“Come,” he ordered, voice low. “Squeeze this cock.”
I did—hard. My whole body locked up as I came, clenching around him in strong pulses while I gasped against his shoulder. He held me through it, still moving, dragging the orgasm out until I was shaking and oversensitive.
Only then did he flip us. He put me on my back again, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, and started fucking me deep and steady. The position let him go farther than before. Every thrust felt like it was punching the air out of my lungs.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes. His face was tight with concentration, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine while he drove into me over and over.
“This cunt is mine now,” he said between thrusts. “You understand that? You’re going to open these legs for your dad whenever I want.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “It’s yours.”
He fucked me harder after that, the wet slap of skin filling the room. I could feel another orgasm building even though I’d just come. He must have felt it too, because he reached down and rubbed my clit again, rough and perfect.
“One more,” he growled. “Give me one more and I’ll fill you up again.”
I came with a broken cry, legs shaking around him. The way I clenched around his cock must have been enough—he slammed in deep, held himself there, and groaned low and long as he came hard inside me for the fourth time. I felt every thick pulse, hot and heavy, adding to the mess already leaking out of me.
He stayed buried for a long time after, breathing hard against my neck, occasionally rocking his hips just to feel the wet heat of it. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed immediately, dripping onto the sheets between my open thighs.
He looked down at it, then at my face, and something almost soft crossed his expression.
He leaned down and kissed me slowly this time—less hungry, more thorough. Then he stretched out beside me and pulled me against his chest again, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand resting possessively between my legs.
His fingers traced lazy circles through the cum leaking out of me.
“You’re not leaving this bed until morning,” he said quietly against my hair. “And even then… I’m not done with you.”
I nodded, body limp and thoroughly used, already half-asleep against him.
His fingers kept moving slowly between my legs, not trying to start anything again yet—just claiming what was already his.
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I must have drifted off for a while, still sticky and full, his heavy arm draped over me. When I woke again the room was darker. The only light came from the streetlamp outside the window. His hand was still between my legs, two fingers resting loosely inside me like he hadn’t wanted to stop touching me even while he slept.
I shifted slightly and felt him stir behind me. His cock was already half-hard against my ass. He made a low sound in his throat and pressed closer, nuzzling into the back of my neck.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Before I could answer he slowly pushed his fingers deeper, curling them. I was still soaked from everything he’d left inside me earlier. He worked them in and out a few times, lazy and thorough, then pulled them free and wiped them across my lower lip.
I licked them clean without being told.
He rolled me onto my back and climbed over me again. There was no rush this time. He kissed me slow and deep, one hand sliding down to guide his cock between my folds. He rubbed the head up and down through the mess, coating himself, before pushing in with a long, steady stroke.
I was sore, but the stretch still felt perfect. He bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, breathing against my mouth.
“Still so fucking full of me,” he said quietly. “I can feel it every time I move.”
He started fucking me in deep, measured thrusts—slow enough that I felt every thick inch drag along my walls. The wet sound was louder in the quiet room. His hands pinned my wrists to the mattress above my head while he rolled his hips, grinding against my clit on every downstroke.
“You’re going to stay open for me all night,” he said against my ear. “Every time I wake up I’m putting it back in. You understand?”
I nodded, already breathing harder.
He kept that same relentless pace for a long time, never speeding up, just deep and steady until my thighs started shaking again. When I came it was quieter this time—more of a long, trembling release that made me clench around him in soft pulses. He groaned and fucked me through it, still holding my wrists down.
He didn’t come yet. Instead he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed back in from behind. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me flat against the mattress while he took me in long, heavy strokes. The new angle made him feel even thicker. Every time he bottomed out I felt a fresh trickle of earlier cum being forced out around his cock.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he muttered, glancing down. “Sheets are soaked with both of us.”
He reached under me and rubbed my clit in slow circles while he fucked me. I came again with my face buried in the pillow, body jerking under him. Only then did he finally let go—slamming deep and holding there as he emptied another thick load inside me with a low, drawn-out groan.
He stayed buried for a while after, occasionally giving a small thrust just to feel how wet and used I was. When he eventually pulled out, a heavy stream of cum followed, dripping down onto the already ruined sheets.
He rolled onto his side and pulled me back against his chest again. His hand returned between my legs almost immediately, two fingers sliding back inside to keep some of it from leaking out.
“Sleep,” he said against my hair. “I’ll wake you when I want you again.”
I closed my eyes, body heavy and thoroughly claimed, his fingers still gently moving inside me like a promise.
Sometime near dawn I woke to the feel of him already pushing back into me from behind. He was hard and thick, sliding in easily through all the cum he’d left. One arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him while he fucked me in slow, sleepy thrusts.
“Morning,” he murmured against the back of my neck, voice still rough.
He didn’t stop. He just kept that same deep, lazy rhythm, hand sliding down to rub my clit while he took what he wanted. I came first—soft and trembling—then he followed a minute later, grinding deep and filling me one more time as the first light of morning started to creep into the room.
When he finally stilled, he kissed the side of my neck and left his cock buried inside me.
“We’re not getting out of this bed anytime soon,” he said quietly.
I didn’t argue.
His hand stayed between my legs, possessive and calm, like he planned on keeping me exactly like this for the rest of the morning.
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We stayed like that for a long time after he came, his cock softening inside me while his hand kept gently stroking between my legs. Every now and then he’d push two fingers back in alongside the mess, slow and deep, just feeling how full and used I was. The morning light was stronger now, painting soft stripes across the bed and our bodies.
Eventually he pulled out. I felt the thick rush of cum that followed, warm and heavy down my thighs. He looked at it for a second, then leaned down and kissed the side of my neck.
“Don’t move.”
He got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running. When he came back he had a warm washcloth. He cleaned me carefully—between my legs, the insides of my thighs, the sticky mess on my lower stomach—but he wasn’t trying to get rid of everything. He left me still wet and open, like he wanted the reminder there.
Then he climbed back into bed and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his hips again. His cock was already hardening under me.
“Put it back in,” he said quietly.
I reached down, guided him to my entrance, and sank onto him slowly. Even after everything, the stretch still made me suck in a breath. When I finally took all of him he exhaled hard and rested his hands on my hips.
“Ride me. Slow.”
I started moving the way he liked—long, rolling strokes that let him feel every inch. His eyes stayed locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear into me over and over. One of his hands slid up my stomach and cupped my breast, thumb dragging across my nipple.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it nice and deep for me.”
I kept the pace deliberate, lifting almost all the way off before sliding back down. Every time I sank onto him a little more cum from earlier was forced out around his cock, making everything wetter and louder. He groaned low in his chest and started thrusting up to meet me, matching my rhythm.
After a few minutes he sat up, still buried inside me, and wrapped both arms around my waist. The new angle made him feel thicker. He kissed me slow and deep while he fucked up into me from below, one hand sliding down to rub my clit in tight circles.
“You’re going to come on your dad’s cock again,” he said against my mouth. “I can already feel you getting tighter.”
He was right. The constant pressure against my clit and the deep stretch were building fast. He kept rubbing me while he thrust up hard and steady until I came with a broken moan, clenching hard around him. He held me through it, still moving, dragging the orgasm out until my thighs were shaking.
Only then did he flip us again. He put me on my back, pushed my knees up toward my chest, and started fucking me deep and thorough. The position let him go farther than before. Every thrust forced another wet sound out of me. His eyes stayed on my face the entire time.
“This is mine now,” he said between strokes. “You’re going to keep this cunt open for me whenever I want it. Morning. Night. Doesn’t matter.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He fucked me harder after that, the headboard starting to knock lightly against the wall. I could feel another orgasm building even though I’d just come. He reached down and rubbed my clit again, rough and perfect, until I came a second time with my nails digging into his shoulders.
He followed right after—slamming deep, grinding against me, and flooding me with another thick load while he groaned against my neck. I felt every pulse, hot and heavy, adding to everything already inside me.
He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum followed immediately, dripping onto the sheets between my open legs.
He looked down at the mess, then at me, and something almost soft crossed his face. He leaned down and kissed me slowly—less hungry this time, more thorough—before stretching out beside me and pulling me against his chest again.
His hand returned between my legs almost automatically, two fingers sliding back inside to keep some of it from leaking out.
“We’re staying in this bed all morning,” he said against my hair. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
I nodded, body limp and thoroughly claimed, already half-asleep against him again while his fingers kept moving slowly inside me.
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