My legs are spread wide over Daddy’s shoulders. His tongue is deep inside me, thick and wet, licking hard against my clit while two of his fingers stretch me open. I am gripping the bedsheet so tight my knuckles hurt. My mouth is open but no sound comes out at first, only sharp breaths.
It is early morning. The house is quiet. Mom left an hour ago for her weekend trip. She will be gone for two full days.
Daddy pulls his mouth away just long enough to look up at me. His silver hair is messy. His lips are shiny with my wetness. “Already this wet, baby?” he asks in a low voice. “You were dripping before I even touched you.”
I nod, unable to speak. He dives back in. His tongue pushes deeper this time, curling inside me, while his thumb rubs my clit in slow circles. My hips lift off the bed. I try to close my legs but he holds them open with his strong hands.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says against my skin. “This cunt belongs to me when your mother is away.”
The words make my stomach tighten. I have been living with him for three years, ever since Mom married him. For most of that time I pretended not to notice the way he looked at me. The way his eyes stayed on my legs when I walked past in short shorts. The way he sometimes stood too close in the kitchen. Last night everything changed.
I had come downstairs for water in only a thin tank top and panties. He was sitting on the couch in the dark. I didn’t see him until I was almost in front of him. He didn’t say a word. He just reached out, pulled me onto his lap, and put his hand straight between my legs. I froze. Then I opened my legs wider.
Now it is morning and he is eating me like he has been waiting years for this.
His tongue is relentless. He licks from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then sucks hard. My thighs start to shake. I can feel the orgasm building fast. Too fast.
“Daddy—” I gasp.
He doesn’t stop. He pushes a third finger inside me and curls them against that soft spot that makes my vision blur. At the same time he sucks my clit between his lips and flicks it with his tongue. I come hard. My whole body arches. A broken cry leaves my throat. Wetness floods out of me onto his mouth and chin. He keeps licking through it, drinking every drop, until my legs go weak and fall open on the bed.
He sits up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark. The front of his sweatpants is stretched tight. A clear wet spot is already showing near the tip.
“On your knees,” he says.
I scramble up and get on all fours in the middle of the bed. He stands at the edge, pulls his sweatpants down, and his cock springs free. It is thick, heavy, and already leaking. The head is dark and shiny. He strokes it once, then rubs the wet tip against my entrance, spreading my juices all over himself.
“Tell me you want it,” he says.
“I want it, Daddy.”
He pushes in.
The stretch burns in the best way. He is thicker than anything I have ever taken. He goes slow at first, inch by inch, until his hips are pressed against my ass and I am completely full. I can feel him throbbing inside me. My arms shake.
He starts to move. Long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in.
Every time he bottoms out, a soft wet sound fills the room. My breasts swing with each thrust. He reaches under me and cups one, squeezing the nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “This little cunt was made for me.”
I push back against him, wanting more. He takes the hint. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks and he starts fucking me faster. The bed creaks. My moans get louder. He doesn’t tell me to be quiet. There is no one home to hear.
He pulls out suddenly. Before I can complain he flips me onto my back, spreads my legs wide, and drives back in. This angle is deeper. I can see everything—his thick cock disappearing inside me, the way my lips stretch around him, the wet shine on his shaft every time he pulls out.
He leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while he keeps thrusting. The dual sensation makes me cry out. My hands find his hair and hold him there. He bites gently, then switches to the other breast.
“I’m going to come again,” I whisper.
“Do it. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
The second orgasm hits harder than the first. My walls clamp down around him. I shake and moan his name over and over. He keeps fucking me through it, never slowing down, until I am sensitive and twitching.
Only then does he pull out. He strokes himself twice and comes across my stomach and breasts in thick ropes. Warm cum lands on my skin, some of it reaching my neck. He watches it with dark eyes, still breathing hard.
For a moment neither of us speaks. The only sound is our breathing and the soft drip of his cum sliding down my side onto the sheets.
He leans down and kisses me. It is the first real kiss we have shared. His mouth tastes like me. The kiss is slow and deep, almost gentle after how rough he just was.
When he pulls back he looks at the mess on my body and smirks. “Don’t clean that off yet.”
He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm wet cloth. Instead of wiping me clean, he just dabs lightly, leaving most of his cum on my skin. Then he lies down beside me and pulls me against his chest. His hand rests on my sticky stomach, fingers tracing through the mess he left.
“Your mother will be gone until Sunday night,” he says quietly. “That means I have two full days with this cunt.”
My heart beats faster. “What are you going to do?”
He slides two fingers through the cum on my stomach and pushes them slowly back inside me. I gasp.
“Everything,” he answers. “I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to make you come so many times you forget how to walk straight. And when your mother comes home, you’re going to sit at the dinner table with my cum still inside you and smile like nothing happened.”
I clench around his fingers at the words.
He chuckles low. “You like that idea, don’t you? Being Daddy’s dirty secret.”
I nod against his chest.
He removes his fingers, coats them with more of his cum, and pushes them into my mouth. I suck without being told. The taste is bitter and salty and somehow makes me wet again.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
We stay like that for a while. His hand moves lazily over my body—cupping my breast, sliding down to rest between my legs, just holding me there. Every few minutes his fingers stroke my clit lightly, keeping me on edge without letting me come again.
After some time he sits up. “Come on. I’m hungry.”
He pulls on his sweatpants but doesn’t bother with a shirt. I start to reach for my tank top but he stops me.
“No clothes. Not while we’re alone.”
So I walk downstairs naked, his dried cum still streaked across my stomach and chest. The morning air feels cool on my skin. In the kitchen he lifts me onto the counter like I weigh nothing. He pours coffee for himself, then stands between my open legs while he drinks it.
His free hand stays busy. He circles my clit with his thumb while he sips from the mug. When I start to rock against his hand he sets the coffee down and drops to his knees again.
This time he eats me slower. Long, thorough licks. He holds my thighs open on the edge of the counter and takes his time. My head falls back against the upper cabinets. I can see our reflection in the dark window—me naked and spread, him kneeling between my legs.
I come for the third time with my fingers in his hair and his name on my lips.
When he stands up his cock is hard again, tenting the front of his sweatpants. He doesn’t ask this time. He just pulls them down, lines himself up, and sinks into me in one smooth thrust. The counter is the perfect height. He fucks me there while the coffee goes cold beside us, one hand braced on the cabinet above my head, the other gripping my ass to pull me onto him with every stroke.
It is rougher than before. Deeper. The wet sounds of our bodies are loud in the quiet kitchen. My back hits the cabinets with soft thuds. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on.
When he comes this time he stays buried inside me, grinding deep as he fills me. I feel every pulse. Hot cum spills out around his cock and drips down onto the cabinet door below.
He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays there, still hard, still inside, forehead pressed against mine while we both catch our breath.
“This is only the morning,” he says against my mouth. “We still have the rest of the day… and all of tomorrow.”
I clench around him, already wanting more.
He smiles, slow and dark. “Greedy little cunt.”
Then he starts moving again, still hard, still inside me, ready for round three before the clock has even hit nine.
Mom is gone for two days.
Daddy has only just begun.