His fingers traced lazy patterns over the thin material of my bottoms that covered my bare pussy. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I wanted those thick digits to finger-fuck me.
“I remember when you wore that little lingerie set for me, the one that was lacy and black and had those pretty little garters.” His voice was rough as he reminisced. “But having you this way, wearing this tiny string bikini bottom turns me on even more, sweet girl.”
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet.
And then he pulled the material to the side and touched my pussy lips, smearing my slick cream around and making me moan loud and long.
“You’re so soft and wet. So warm andmine,” he growled, his voice thick with dark desire and pent-up arousal. “So perfect.”
His words sent a thrill through me. My hips shifted slightly, almost involuntarily, needing him to slide a finger deep into my cunt.
He chuckled softly. “Patience. We’ll get there.” He teased me more with his hand, lightly brushing over my clit and tracing a circle around my hole that needed to be stretched and filled with his cock.
I had patience, but it could only last for so long, especially when I needed my father’s gigantic cock shoved into my tight little pussy.
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“Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he continued to tease me between my thighs, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I hesitated, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. How could I say it out loud? How could I admit to him—to myself—just how badly I wanted this?
“Take me to bed. Make me come with your mouth and fingers. Then fuck me until your cum is spilling from my cunt.” I knew how dirty he loved it, knew how much he loved me telling him exactly what I wanted.
He smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made my stomach flip. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with praise. “Now let’s see how fast Daddy can make his good girl come.”
Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my bed and my bikini bottoms off, my legs spread and my waxed slit on full display.
He hummed and groaned. “I fucking love this little landing strip, sweetheart.” He trailed a finger down the trimmed thatch of hair.
I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled again, the sound dark and delicious.
“So eager,” he teased, his fingers circling my pussy hole without actually entering me. “You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded frantically, my body trembling with need. “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “You know how good I am.”
“I sure do,” he said, his tone approving. “So fucking perfect.”
His praise sent a thrill through me, had a rush of excitement that made my head spin. His fingers pressed harder against my cunt, and I gasped, my body arching off the bed again.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice breaking.
He made a soothing noise deep in his throat at the same time his other hand brushed a strand of hair from my face.
I tried to relax, tried to let myself sink into the moment, but it was impossible. Every touch, every word, every breath was driving me closer to the edge, and he was taking his time… going so slow.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he finally gave me what I wanted.
His finger slipped inside me with a softschlick, my pussy sucking that digit in deep. He added another, and when three, thick fingers were wedged in my cunt, I moaned loudly and grabbed a handful of my hair to stabilize myself.
He finger-fucked me nice and slow but soon started working in and out of me faster. Harder. I cried out, my body convulsing around him.
Daddy Liam groaned, the sound low and guttural, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I could affect him like that.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers moving deeper inside me. “You’re so tight. So wet.”
I moaned again, my hips rocking against his hand, trying to get his fingers nice and deep in my pussy. The sensation of having Daddy fingering me was overwhelming, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body.