And then I heard it.
Three knocks.
Fustand Closed Doors
Light. Innocent, Casual,
“Lily,” a voice called sweetly from the hallway, knocking on her bedroom door. “Come to the lounge.”
I froze.
My blood went cold.
My eyes snapped open.
It was Bella.
My daughter.
Her voice was light. Her tone was normal. She hadn’t sounded upset or suspicious or like someone who had just heard her best friend scream Daddy while cumming through the wall. But the fact that she was standing outside Lily’s room less than thirty seconds after we both came made my stomach twist and my heart slam into my ribs.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t speak.
I just stood there with my pants unzipped, cum on my hands, drying on my hand, cock still twitching against my palm, and one single, terrifying question in my mind.
Did she hear?
Did my daughter hear Lily scream my name while she came?
Did she hear me groan while I stroked myself off like a fucking pervert. I hope not.
**
Fast forward to now.
She’s standing in front of me now. Breathless. Flushed. Her chest rising and falling like she’s been running, but the only thing she’s been doing is wanting.
Her hair is tousled like she’s been pulling it in frustration. Her thighs are pressed together like she’s trying to stop the dripping, and her eyes-God, those eyes..are wide and glassy, filled with desperation so raw it made my cock twitch just looking at her.
I had touched her clit minutes ago.
Just one stroke.
That’s all it took.
One stroke through her soaked little panties and she nearly collapsed. Her whole body went soft, her legs shook, and her lips parted around the softest, filthiest moan I’d ever heard escape her mouth.
She was trembling now like the memory alone was enough to keep her teetering on the edge. And then she said it.
“Please.”
Just that.
One word. Barely even a word-it came out more like a breath. Her voice was so soft it could’ve disappeared if I hadn’t been completely consumed by her. It hit me low in the gut.
My jaw clenched. My breath caught. My cock throbbed again, thick and angry and painfully hard inside my pants because everything about her..her scent, her voice, her fucking helplessness-was designed to break me.
I needed to control myself.
I needed to remember every rule. Every boundary. Every goddamn reason why I wasn’t supposed to touch her again.
But she looked so fucking hot.
So ruined already.
So wet and eager and ready to be taken that my self-control didn’t just crack..it fucking shattered.
I couldn’t fuck her.
Not yet.
She wasn’t ready for that. Not for the way I’d take her. Not for the way I’d stretch her wide and knot her until she was crying and cumming all over me.
But I could still ruin her. I could still show her exactly what it meant to beg for Daddy. I could still take her to the edge and leave her shaking, leaking, and unable to walk straight by the time I was done.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice hoarse, low, unrecognizable even to me.
Then I stepped closer, reached out, and grabbed her wrist.
Come here,” I growled, and I didn’t wait for her to move. I turned around and yanked her behind me, walking fast, dragging her straight to my bedroom like I owned her.
She didn’t resist. She didn’t hesitate. She followed me with wide eyes and trembling thighs, her breath catching in her throat like she already knew what was coming.
I pushed the door open, pulled her inside, and slammed it shut behind us with a force that made the walls shake.
The sound echoed.
We were alone now. No one could interrupt. No one could save her. And I wasn’t going to ask permission for what came next. She had begged. She had moaned. She had touched herself moaning my name. And now she is mine.
I still hadn’t let go of her wrist.
Her skin was hot beneath my palm.
I turned around to face her, breathing hard, every muscle in my body drawn so tight I felt like I might explode if I didn’t touch her again.
She looked up at me with that same broken expression..lips parted, eyes begging, body trembling..and I knew I wasn’t going to be gentle.
Not tonight.
I wasn’t going to give her Daddy’s cock.
But I was going to ruin that sweet little pussy until she screamed.
**Lily**
Fuck.
He actually listened to me.
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