It was around two in the afternoon. I pushed open the front door with shaking hands, mascara streaking down my cheeks as fresh tears kept coming. My chest hurt so much it was hard to breathe. Dad looked up from the couch the moment he saw me.
My dad is a fucking superman. He is not just a handsome and tall blue eyed hunk, he is kind too. And he spoils me with everything I ever need. It was nice that he was home.
“Sweetheart?” He stood immediately, concern flooding his face. “What happened?”
“He… he broke up with me,” I managed between sobs. “Said he needed space. Said we were done.”
Dad didn’t hesitate. My relationship with Jack had been a public affair. His family and mine knew about it. It was all but unspoken that we would marry some day. Just as dad and mom had met in school during their teenage years. He was sixteen and I fifeteen, the perfect age gap: according to our parents. Also we were both from Christian families. I did not expect a breakup. This is why I was so heartbroken.
Dad walked straight to the kitchen and started the kettle without another word. I collapsed onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears kept flowing. A few minutes later he returned with a steaming mug of chamomile tea, setting it gently in my hands.
“Drink this, honey. It’ll help.” His voice was soft, steady.
I took small sips, the warmth spreading through my chest, but the ache in my heart stayed heavy. The tea didn’t fix the hollow feeling inside me. The scariest part was that at school, the mean girl who had always wanted Jack would laugh at me.
Dad sat down beside me and opened his arms. “Come here.”
I crawled into his lap without thinking, pressing my face against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, strong and safe, one hand rubbing slow circles on my back. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and reassuring. It made me feel much better.
“I’m here,” he murmured into my hair. “I’ve got you.”
The sobs gradually quieted as I melted into his warmth. His fingers stroked through my hair, untangling the strands while his other arm held me close. The tension in my shoulders started to ease. Each breath came a little easier than the last. The pain was still there, but it felt smaller somehow, manageable, with his arms around me like this. With my parents supporting me, I could survive anything.
I closed my eyes and let myself be held, the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle pressure of his hand on my back slowly pulling me back from the edge.
I must have drifted off in his arms, the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart lulling me into sleep. When my eyes fluttered open again, something felt different. His breathing had changed—deeper, heavier, almost ragged. Just like how Jack breathed whenever we were having sex. Dad’s body pressed closer against mine, and I felt something hard and insistent rubbing slowly against my hip.
I stayed perfectly still, keeping my breathing even, pretending I was still asleep. My heart started racing as I realized what was happening. Dad was aroused. Was it my short summer dress that had tempted him, or was it a natural reaction to my pain? Did all dads do this to their daughters. His hand, which had been gently stroking my back, had slipped lower. Much lower. This was something I had never even considered.
His fingers traced along the waistband of my g-string underwear before sliding it aside. I felt his warm palm cup my ass, squeezing gently, testing. When I didn’t stir, his hand moved further, fingers slipping between my thighs from behind.
Strangely I was soaked. My pussy was dripping, and I could feel my arousal coating his fingers as he found my clit. He began rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, his breathing getting heavier against my hair. His hard cock pressed more insistently against my hip, grinding slowly as his finger worked my swollen clit.
I stayed limp in his arms, letting him think I was unconscious while my body betrayed me completely. My pussy clenched around nothing, more wetness seeping out as he continued his careful, circling strokes. His finger moved with purpose now, pressing firmer, rubbing faster, coating itself in my slick arousal.
The wet sounds were barely audible over his heavy breathing, but I could feel everything, his finger sliding through my folds, the way my clit throbbed under his touch, how my body responded even as I forced myself to remain still. His cock twitched against me, and I felt a small wet spot forming on his pants where he was leaking pre-cum.
He kept rubbing, his finger moving in tight circles around my clit, occasionally dipping lower to gather more of my wetness before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. My thighs trembled slightly, but I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, just let him touch me while pretending to sleep in his lap.
I felt him shift beneath me, his hands gripping my hips as he rolled me onto my back. My eyes stayed closed, my body limp as he moved me into position. I knew I should say something, should tell him to stop, but when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy, all thoughts of stopping vanished.
He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, seven inches of hard cock stretching me open. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. He started fucking me with deep, steady strokes, his hips slapping against mine as he drove into my dripping cunt.
“That’s it, little slut,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Take daddy’s cock.”
Those words made me even wetter. My pussy clenched around him, more arousal flooding out as he pounded into me. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore, each thrust pulling desperate sounds from my throat. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as he fucked me harder.
I came fast, my orgasm hitting me suddenly. My pussy spasmed around his cock, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t slow down, fucking me through my climax while I gasped and trembled beneath him.
His lips found mine, kissing me deeply as his cock stayed buried inside my pulsing pussy. “I love you so much, I am sorry that Jack hurt you” he whispered against my mouth, his hips still moving in slow, deep thrusts.
The second time built slower. He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. It was better than anything I felt before. When I felt him getting close, his breathing becoming ragged again, my own orgasm started building. We came together, my pussy squeezing him tight as he buried himself deep and flooded me with hot cum.
“Pull out,” I managed to gasp, but he didn’t listen. He kept his cock buried inside me, pumping load after load of thick cum deep into my cunt until it started leaking out around his shaft.
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