I stared at myself in the mirror, heart racing, fresh out of the shower. I was wearing my tiniest lounge shorts and a thin white tank top. My long hair was still wet, making the fabric cling to my skin and turn almost sheer. Without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the material. I bit my bottom lip, cheeks burning.
Fuck… I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
Merwin Lake with Daddy
I stared at myself in the mirror, heart racing, fresh out of the shower. I was wearing my tiniest lounge shorts and a thin white tank top. My long hair was still wet, making the fabric cling to my skin and turn almost sheer. Without a bra, my nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the material. I bit my bottom lip, cheeks burning.
Fuck… I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
But Daddy needed this. He’d been a shell of himself since Mom left — quiet, lonely, completely shut down. Still, a darker part of me knew this wasn’t only about helping him. The lake would be the perfect place for both of us — I could meet some college guys, and maybe Daddy could finally meet a woman.
Anyway, he was safe. He would never actually see me as anything but his sweet daughter… right?
I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. Daddy was sitting on the couch like he did every night, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the TV. The moment I began walking down the stairs, his eyes lifted to me. He watched my tits bounce softly with each step down. The heat in his gaze made me feel deliciously naughty.
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed right onto his lap like I used to when I was little, straddling him and curling my arms around his neck. I pressed my head against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.
“Daddy…” I asked sweetly, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Please, can we go to Merwin Lake this summer? Just you and me?”
He blinked, clearly distracted. “The lake? I don’t know, honey…”
I pouted, letting my hips settle into his lap and pressing my chest forward so my hard nipples brushed against him through the thin, damp fabric.
“There’s this fun event at the clubhouse,” I continued, my voice soft and coaxing. “Music, dancing… I heard a few guys from my college are going. It would be really good for both of us.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Both of us?”
I smiled innocently and shifted on his lap, pressing a little closer.
“Yeah. You could meet people too. There’s a singles night thing. You deserve to have fun again, Daddy. You’re still young… and handsome.” I bit my lip and added softly, “I hate seeing you so lonely.”
I watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. I could feel his body reacting beneath me — the way he tensed, the subtle shift in his breathing. It made my stomach flutter with guilty excitement.
“Please, Daddy?” I begged, giving him my best pouty face. “Just you and me in the cabin. We can reconnect. I miss spending time with you…”
He swallowed hard, his free hand resting awkwardly on my lower back, right above the curve of my ass. His eyes kept flicking down to my chest before forcing themselves back up.
I leaned in closer, letting my wet hair brush against his neck.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I whispered. “I promise.”
After a long, heavy pause, he let out a slow breath.
“…Alright, baby. We’ll go.”
I squealed happily and hugged him tighter, pressing my body fully against his. “Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best.”
As I held him, the guilt twisted with a thrill I didn’t want to name.
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The next morning, the house felt colder than I remembered. I came downstairs wearing only a long, thin white cotton t-shirt and my favorite red lacy panties underneath. The shirt was big enough to cover me… barely. My nipples had already hardened from the chill, pressing obviously against the soft fabric.
I started making eggs and pancakes, humming softly to myself. I heard Daddy’s footsteps behind me and smiled.
“Good morning, Daddy,” I said sweetly, keeping my back to him as I flipped a pancake.
I could feel his eyes on me. Especially on my ass, where the hem of the long shirt kept riding up and exposing the red lace underneath.
“Oh… uh, good morning, baby,” he replied, his voice a little rough. “How’d you sleep?”
I shrugged, still facing the stove. “It was okay. I was so excited about the trip, I kept thinking of all the things we will do together.”
“So… what do you want to do when we get to the cabin?” He asked softly.
My voice was sweet and innocent. “I was hoping to go on a hike or ride horses to the waterfall. Then get one of your wonderful massages before we hit the shower.”
Daddy cleared his throat.
“…That sounds nice, sweetheart,” he said.
I turned around with his plate, smiling brightly. “I made your favorite — eggs and pancakes. We have a long drive today, so I need to make sure my man is fed and energized.”
His eyes dropped straight to my chest. My hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric. He stared for a second too long before quickly looking away.
My fork slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor.
“Oh shoot!” I said innocently.
I turned around and bent over slowly to pick it up, keeping my ass high and my legs straight. I knew the shirt had ridden all the way up, fully exposing my red lacy panties and the bottom curve of my cheeks. I stayed like that for a few extra seconds, feeling the heat of his gaze burning into me.
While I was bent over, I looked back at Daddy over my shoulder. He was staring directly at my ass, his eyes dark and hungry. My heart beat faster. Fuck… I was getting turned on by this. The cool morning air brushed against my barely-covered pussy, and I knew the lace was clinging to me. I held the position just a little longer, pretending to struggle with the fork, letting him look. This is just to wake him up, I told myself. He needs to remember what desire feels like… He’d never actually do anything with me.
“See something you like, Daddy?” I asked with a soft giggle.
“Jesus, baby…” he muttered under his breath, then let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes… I definitely like what I see… your muffins look moist and delicious.”
When I finally stood up and turned back around, his eyes were dark, and his face was flushed. I giggled, “Daddy, I didn’t make any muffins?” tilting my head and handing him his fork.
“Oh, uh… yeah… I meant pancakes. So…,” he said, trying to change the topic but obviously flustered, “you’ve really grown into a beautiful young woman, haven't you? The men must be lining up to date you?”
I blushed but didn’t pull away. “I’ve dated a bunch of men. But you know college boys, once they have sex, they move on.”
Daddy’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “You’ve had sex already? Baby… you’re only nineteen.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I said, looking at him like he was out of touch, “It’s just sex. Everyone does it. I’m not looking to get married anytime soon or anything. But when I do look for a good man, I am going to pick someone like you, Daddy. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”
He looked like he was about to protest.
I stepped closer, resting my hand lightly on his shoulder as I added playfully, “You are coming with me to the party at the lake, right? I need my plus one to keep me safe from all those men.”
Daddy’s eyes flicked down to my chest again, then back up to my face. His throat worked as he swallowed. For a moment, he just looked at me — really looked — like he was seeing me as a woman for the first time. The air between us felt thick. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his hand tightened around his fork.
My pulse was racing. A warm, slippery feeling was growing between my thighs. I bit my lip and gave him my sweetest smile, trying to ignore how much I loved the way he was struggling not to stare.
He’s just lonely, I reminded myself. This is all to help wake up his sex drive. He’d never actually see me that way… right?
He gave me a small grin, though I could see the conflict in his eyes. “Yeah, honey. I’ll be your plus one.”
I leaned down and kissed his cheek, lingering just a little longer than necessary.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.
The strange warmth blooming in my stomach felt more dangerous every time I teased him.
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The drive up to Merwin Lake was filled with laughter and an unexpected new closeness.
Once I started opening up about my sex life, something in Daddy seemed to relax. He stopped gripping the steering wheel so tightly and actually started smiling — a real smile I hadn’t seen in a long time. Before long, he was the one telling the raunchiest sex jokes I’d ever heard from him. Some were so genuinely filthy and funny that we both burst out laughing, the kind of loud, teary laughter that made the miles fly by.
I told him everything. About the wild parties at college, how my boyfriend’s roommate had walked in on us mid-sex and just stood there staring, and the risky time we’d had sex in a quiet corner of the library. Daddy listened to every story, chuckling deeply, occasionally shaking his head in amusement.
“They’re all so clumsy and selfish,” I complained, grinning. “All of them just jackhammer away for two minutes and finish…. It’s fun but….”
Talking about sex so openly with him felt strangely intimate. It made us feel closer than we had in years.
Daddy glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, his eyes warm with humor and something else I couldn’t quite name.
“Well, sweetheart… it takes time for a man to learn that a woman revs up slowly,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Most young guys are in too much of a hurry. They don’t understand patience.”
“Oh, Daddy. See, you still know how to treat a girl.”
He grinned, his back straightening with pride.
“So… what kind of woman are you hoping to meet at the lake?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Daddy’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. He was quiet for a moment.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet,” he admitted.
I reached over and gently took his hand, squeezing it. “You are ready, Daddy. You’re handsome, kind, and strong. Any woman would be lucky to have you.” I smiled softly. “Some lucky lady is out there waiting for you to claim her, own her. I just know it.”
He blushed — and something twisted warmly in my chest.
We laughed and joked more as the miles passed. When he finally admitted he’d always liked younger, curvaceous, feminine women, I felt a flush of guilty pleasure.
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When we finally arrived at Merwin Lake, the cabin was tucked away in a beautiful, secluded spot right near our own little dock. There was only one bed. A large wooden platform bed took up most of the back wall, covered with thick blankets. There was a small couch against the other wall, but it was clearly too short for Daddy to sleep on comfortably.
The one-bed discovery sent a nervous thrill through me.
The afternoon hike to the waterfall was peaceful, but the real tension built that night around the campfire. We built a fire outside and sat around it for hours, drinking whiskey from metal cups and talking like old times.
Eventually, the conversation turned back to sex.
Daddy took another slow sip from his metal cup. “So… are you being safe with all those college guys? You know, with protection and everything?”
I blinked at him, then let my eyes widen in mock shock. “Daddy! Are you calling me a slut?”
He immediately started squirming. “N-no, sweetheart, I didn’t mean— I just worry about you and—”
I burst out laughing, the sound bright and teasing as I leaned forward, letting my oversized flannel shirt slip off one shoulder. “Daddy, I’m just kidding. Relax.” I gave him my sweetest smile. “I’m on the pill, and I make sure the boys always wear condoms. Always.”
“That's good, baby. You have to be safe.”
I giggled, shifting closer. “What about you? What do you miss most about being with a woman?”
He hesitated, then admitted in a low voice, “Maybe it’s… hearing her moan. And scream. I love the feeling of making her feel good. That moment when she completely lets go…”
His words sent heat pooling between my legs.
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The fire had burned low by the time we finally went inside. We were both a little buzzed from the whiskey, laughing easily, the kind of comfortable warmth that only comes from good company and a crackling fire.
I changed for bed first, keeping on the thin white tank top and red lace panties. When Daddy came out of the bathroom, I was already in bed.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said quietly.
After a few minutes of him shifting uncomfortably, I whispered, “Daddy… just come get in bed with me. It’s freezing, and that couch is way too small.”
He hesitated, but eventually nodded. He climbed in behind me. For a few minutes, we lay in silence. Then I shivered and scooted backward until my back was pressed against his chest.
“Mmm… you’re so warm… can you hold me?,” I whispered, nestling closer.
Daddy’s arm slid around my waist. I shifted my hips, pressing my ass back against him deliberately.
That’s when I felt it — his cock swelling rapidly, thick and heavy against me.
I froze for half a second… then slowly rocked my hips back again, rubbing against him.
Daddy’s breath hitched.
Daddy’s breath hitched. His hand slid downward, fingers tracing over my hip. When his palm brushed over the thin lace and he realized I wasn’t wearing shorts, he let out a low groan.
“Baby…” he murmured, voice strained, “are you only wearing panties?”
I bit my lip, my heart pounding. Instead of answering, I ground back against his now fully hard cock. His fingers tightened, then boldly cupped my ass, squeezing.
The air in the cabin felt electric. I let out a soft, needy sound and pushed back harder, rubbing my barely-covered pussy along his length.
Daddy’s hand slid between my thighs. Two thick fingers gently stroked my soaked folds.
“Damn, baby… you’re so wet,” he murmured against my neck, his voice rough and amazed.
I rolled onto my back to look at him, my heart hammering. Fuck, what am I doing? The thought flashed through my mind as I stared up at his dark eyes, the silver hair at his temples. But the thought was drowned out by the heat flooding my body.
I rolled onto my back, heart hammering. “I guess… alcohol makes me a little horny,” I whispered, cheeks burning. This is wrong. He’s my Daddy.
Daddy’s eyes darkened as he looked down at me, drinking in the sight of his own daughter lying there flushed and needy.
“Fuck, baby… you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust.
His fingers became more confident. He hooked the soaked lace of my panties to the side, fully exposing me, and slid two fingers between my slick labia. My back arched off the bed with a soft moan. He stroked me slowly, and all rational thought melted.
“Oh, Daddy… your fingers,” I whimpered as he curled them perfectly.
I gasped sharply, my hips bucking up against his hand.
He kissed me deeply, swallowing my moans. His mouth moved to my breasts, sucking my nipples through the thin fabric before I eagerly pulled my tank top up, offering them to him completely. He groaned and latched on, sucking hard.
Daddy kissed lower, settling between my spread thighs. He pulled my red lace panties off and dragged his broad tongue slowly up my slit.
I gasped sharply.
He groaned deeply against me, the vibration making me shiver. “You taste even better than I imagined, baby girl…”
His tongue became bolder, licking long, firm strokes through my folds, tasting every inch of me. He sucked gently on my clit, then flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while two thick fingers pushed inside me again, curling perfectly.
I whimpered, my thighs trembling around his head, torn between shame and overwhelming desire. My moans grew louder, filling the small cabin as Daddy’s mouth worked between my thighs with a skill I had never experienced before.
“Fuck… Daddy…” I whimpered, my hips rolling against his face.
He groaned against my pussy, the vibration shooting pleasure through my core. I could almost feel him smiling as he devoured me, clearly loving how I was falling apart for him.
I could feel something building — something huge and terrifying. A deep, coiling pressure in my core that kept getting tighter and tighter. My thighs started shaking uncontrollably around his head.
“Daddy— I can’t— something’s happening— oh fuck—!”
“Let go, baby,” he murmured, voice deep and soothing. “Don’t fight it. Cum for Daddy.”
His fingers thrust faster, curling harder, while his mouth latched back onto my clit, sucking with perfect pressure.
I screamed as my first real orgasm crashed through me, harder than anything I’d ever felt. My pussy clenched around his fingers, gushing on his tongue while I shook and sobbed his name.
“Oh my god— Daddy— I’m cumming— I’m cumming so hard—!”
It felt like my body was breaking apart and being remade at the same time. Every nerve ending was on fire. I had never felt anything like this. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt, pulsing through me again and again in powerful, endless waves.
And it was him — my own father — who was doing this to me.
This is so wrong… he’s my Daddy… I shouldn’t be cumming on his tongue…
But fuck… I loved it.
I loved every second of it.
My thighs clamped around his head as I rode his face through the orgasm, grinding desperately against his mouth while I screamed and moaned like a broken whore. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down my cheeks.
Daddy never stopped. He kept licking and sucking me through every violent spasm, drinking down every drop of my first orgasm like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
When the peak finally began to fade, I collapsed onto the bed, shaking and gasping for air, my body twitching with aftershocks from my first orgasm, when Daddy slowly kissed his way up my body.
His lips were gentle but hungry, pressing soft, wet kisses along my trembling stomach, then higher. He took his time with my breasts, sucking one sensitive nipple into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other. I purred softly, arching into his touch, my fingers threading through his hair.
“You were so beautiful when you came for me, baby girl,” he murmured against my skin, voice thick with lust and affection. “The way you screamed my name… the way your tight little pussy squeezed my fingers… Fuck, you have no idea how perfect you looked falling apart like that.”
His words made me whimper and blush at the same time. I couldn’t believe the things he was saying — or how much they turned me on.
He kissed higher, until his mouth found mine. The kiss was deep and possessive, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It was filthy. It was wrong. And it made my pussy throb with fresh need.
When he finally pulled back, his face glistened with my juices, his lips shiny and wet. That wide, hungry grin on his face made my stomach flip.
I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth next.
“Daddy… please…I need you,” I whimpered, my voice shaky and desperate. My legs opened wider on their own, spreading for him, inviting him in. “I want you inside me…”
His grin widened, dark and satisfied, as he positioned himself between my spread thighs.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect for me,” he said as he grinned at my words..
He gripped his thick, hard cock and slowly dragged the swollen head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit with every pass. I moaned helplessly, rolling my hips, trying desperately to pull him inside me.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and filthy. “So fucking beautiful… so needy. Are you really begging your own Daddy to fuck you?”
I whimpered, nodding frantically, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
After a moment of torturous teasing, he pressed the fat head of his cock against my entrance, holding it there.
“Say it, baby,” he demanded, eyes burning into mine. “After all that teasing… after making my cock ache for days… I need to hear you say it. Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
I was shaking, my voice barely above a whisper, cracked with shame and desperate need.
“Fuck me, Daddy… Please fuck me.”
He let out a deep, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, that’s hot, honey,” he rasped, pushing just the head inside me, stretching me open. “Spreading your legs so wide for me….doing exactly what I ask like a good little slut.”
I moaned loudly at the stretch.
“That's right, baby girl.” He whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Tell Daddy that you want his cock to go in deeper.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I need your cock deep inside of me.”
He pulled his thick cock almost all the way out of me, then thrust back in deeper. The additional inch forced my walls open even wider. I moaned loudly.
He watched my face as he started pumping in and out of me — slow at first, then deeper and deeper with every powerful thrust.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “You’re so fucking tight… so wet for your Daddy. You feel how hard Daddy is for you..”
He was huge. Every time he slid out, I felt empty, and every time he drove back in, he stretched me open again, hitting every sensitive nerve along the way. My wetness coated his thick shaft, making obscene wet sounds with every thrust.
I was screaming.
“Oh god— Daddy— you’re so deep!” I cried out, my back arching as he slammed into me again and again.
His free hand gripped my breast roughly, squeezing it as he fucked me harder. His thumb flicked over my stiff nipple, sending sparks through my body.
“You like that, princess,” he growled, pounding into me. “Scream for Daddy. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked by the man who raised you.”
I was so wet, so needy, completely lost in the pleasure. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper as I moaned and screamed beneath him.
“Daddy— fuck— you’re so big… I can feel you everywhere!”
He grinned down at me, dark and possessive, clearly loving every second of my surrender. His hips snapped forward harder, driving his cock into me with long, punishing strokes that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back.
I had never felt anything like this.
My own father was fucking me senseless — and I was loving every brutal, delicious second of it.
I moaned loudly, my nails raking down his back as he railed me harder.
“Yes— Daddy— I love it!” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Your cock feels so good inside me… please don’t stop!”
He grinned down at me, dark and feral, his hips snapping forward with even more force.
“Look at you… My sweet little girl is turning into such a good little slut,” he growled, pounding into me. “Teasing your own father with that tight body, bending over, flashing your tits, rubbing your ass on my cock… and now you’re taking every inch like you were born for it. Daddy’s railing his little slutty daughter exactly how she deserves.”
His dirty words pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My toes curled tightly, my legs shaking around his waist as he fucked me harder, deeper, the head of his cock slamming against my cervix with every thrust.
“Fuck— Daddy— you’re so deep!” I screamed, my nails digging harder into his back. “I’m gonna cum again— please— make me cum!”
“That’s right, baby,” he snarled, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine as he railed me without mercy. “Cum on your Daddy’s cock. Show me what a horny little slut you really are for me.”
My second orgasm crashed over me like a violent storm.
“DADDY—!” I screamed, my entire body convulsing beneath him.
My pussy clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, spasming and gushing as the orgasm tore through me. My toes curled painfully tight, my back arched sharply off the bed, and my nails raked down his back as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped through every inch of my body. I shook uncontrollably, screaming and moaning his name like a broken whore.
Daddy kept fucking me through it, his hips slamming down harder, chasing his own release as he watched me fall apart beneath him.
Daddy’s hips pounded into me with raw, unrelenting force.
Every brutal thrust drove his thick cock impossibly deep, the ridged head dragging along every sensitive nerve inside me, setting my entire body on fire. I was shaking uncontrollably beneath him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Oh god… Daddy’s cock feels so good,” I moaned, my voice raw and broken. “No boy has ever made me feel like this… no one has ever been this deep…”
The thought hit me like lightning — no boy had ever cum inside me. And here I was, legs spread wide, begging my own father to fill me with his seed.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, my nails digging into his back as he railed me harder. “Cum inside me… I need it… I need you to fill me up!”
He groaned deeply, his hips slamming into me with savage intensity. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filled the cabin as he fucked me straight through my lingering orgasm.
“You want Daddy’s cum, baby girl?” he growled, his voice dark and possessive. “You want your father to breed this tight little pussy? Beg for it. Tell me how badly you need it.”
“I need it!” I screamed, my body jolting with every thrust. “Please cum inside me, Daddy! Fill your little girl up— make me yours!”
He fucked me even harder, his powerful body driving his cock into me again and again, the head battering against my cervix with every stroke. My eyes rolled back as another wave of pleasure built rapidly.
Daddy’s thrusts grew deeper, harder, more desperate. He was losing control, and so was I.
I held onto him tightly, my arms wrapped around his broad back, nails digging into his skin as he fucked me with raw, powerful strokes. My legs were locked around his waist, pulling him as deep as he could go.
“Oh god, Daddy… I’m so close again,” I whimpered, my voice shaking.
He groaned against my neck, his hips slamming into me faster.
“Cum with me, baby girl,” he rasped. “I want to feel you milk my cock when I fill you up.”
I stared up at him, completely lost in the moment. This was my Daddy — the man who raised me, protected me, loved me — now claiming me so completely. His face was flushed, jaw clenched, eyes dark with pure possession as he looked down at me like I belonged to him and only him.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.
“Daddy—!” I screamed, my entire body seizing up beneath him.
My pussy clenched violently around his thick cock as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me.
I shook uncontrollably, my walls fluttering and spasming wildly around him, gushing wetly as pleasure exploded through every nerve in my body. My toes curled, my back arched sharply off the bed, and I screamed his name again and again, completely lost in ecstasy.
At the same moment, Daddy groaned deeply and slammed into me to the hilt.
I felt it — the raw, powerful release of his cum flooding deep inside me. Thick, hot spurts pulsed against my cervix as he emptied himself into my quivering depths. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop of his seed into me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
He’s filling me… just like he used to fill Mom…
The thought made me moan even louder. My own father — the first man to ever cum inside me — was pumping me full of his cum after years without a woman. The heat of it, the fullness, the forbidden reality… it made my orgasm drag on even longer.
I held him tighter, my arms wrapped desperately around him as I gasped and trembled.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered breathlessly against his shoulder. “I love you so much… I love this… I love how you fuck me…”
He kissed me deeply, still buried inside me, his cock twitching with the last pulses of his release.
“I love you too, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough and tender at the same time. “So fucking much.”
He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, bodies pressed together. Then he brushed my hair from my face and whispered hotly in my ear:
“This is going to be a great vacation… Just me and you. All week long.”
Fuck.
In that moment, wrapped in his arms with his cum leaking out of me, I knew the truth.
I was his.
Completely, irreversibly his.
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That night I fell asleep wrapped in Daddy’s arms, his body curled protectively around mine. Even in sleep, he held me like he owned me — one strong arm draped over my waist, his hand resting possessively on my bare stomach, his cock soft but still nestled against my ass. I had never felt more safe, more wanted, or more completely his.