Page 5 of Spank Me, Daddy

I wanted as deep as he could be.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony ofslappingnoises that fueled my need to come again andheightened the intensity.

He placed a finger on my clit and started rubbing me hard and fast, never once let up on his ruthless pounding. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building inside me with every hard pump.

“Daddy,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Please… please don’t stop.”

“Never, baby girl.” And then he fucked me harder, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made my vision blur.

The feeling of his cock pulsing inside me told me he was close to coming, to fill me up with his thick, white seed.

“Come in me, Daddy. Fill me up.” And then he was letting out a guttural groan as he went over the edge. I came right along with him, and I swore I felt his jizz shooting deep inside me in hot, thick spurts.

The sensation of my father coming inside of me was indescribable, the warmth of his semen filling me completely until I felt hot all over.

Once he was done coming, he stayed lodged inside of me, sitting back a fraction, lightly pinching my erect nipples then soothing them with a soft caress of his fingertips. Daddy smoothed his hands over my stomach and down to where we were connected, gently massaging my pussy lips around his still hard cock. “So perfect. So beautiful.”

With a harsh sound, he pulled out of my pussy. I felt his jizz leak out of me before dripping down the crease of my ass and soaking the sheets.

“Daddy gave his pretty girl a huge load.” He moved between my legs, slid his hands under my ass, and lifted my lower body up just slightly so I was angled in a way my pussy hovered over his waiting mouth. “Push me out, Emma,” he moaned.

I was panting as I did what he said, constricting my inner pussy muscles and forcing his jizz out of my hole. From my position, I could make out my father shifting so he could hold his open mouth over my cunt and catch his cum, letting his seed waterfall into him. And when he had a mouthful, he moved back up my body, gripped my mouth, and spit his cum between my lips.

I knew what he wanted as I rose and kissed him, his jizz still in my mouth. We swapped Daddy’s semen back and forth, snowballing it between us. I was getting turned on all over again.

He broke away, and I swallowed what he left in my mouth, taking my father’s load down my throat and into my belly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. He lay behind me, just holding me, our bodies naked and the sweat cooling on our skin.

“You did so well, Emma baby. Daddy’s good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender as he dragged the tips of his fingers over my arm. “You took my dick so well.”

Despite this calm moment after being fucked by my father, I knew he wasn’t done with me yet. And my body was already responding as if I hadn’t just gotten off twice, as if the remnants of my daddy’s cum wasn’t still slipping out of my sore pussy.

But the truth was… I could never get enough of my daddy.

EPILOGUE

EMMA

Two years later

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden light across the little house Liam and I now called ours. The air smelled like fresh coffee and bacon.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I stretched in our bed, my body naked and sore from the rough fucking last night.

My mother and father had divorced, not because of her finding out about our relationship but because she was done with us and wanted to start a whole new life.

And once their divorce had been finalized, we’d moved states away and started over. Not as father and daughter but as partners… as so much more.

I got out of bed, threw on one of Daddy’s button-down shirts, and made my way to the kitchen. I smiled again when I saw Daddy Liam standing at the stove shirtless, his gray sweatpants slung low on his hips.

He flipped a pancake and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. The muscles in his back and biceps flexed, and I held in my moan. He put the pancake on a plate, grabbed his cup of coffee, and turned to the side as he took a long sip.

His hair was messy from sleep, his jaw shadowed with stubble. I continued to watch the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way I’d never seen a more handsome man in my life.

It felt like I was in a dream sometimes—like how I was so lucky to be with a man who loved me more than anything. I thought about how we’d ended up here and how despite the forbidden and taboo nature of our relationship and the obstacles we would no doubt eventually deal with we’d face them together.

What mattered was us and how happy we were.

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