All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Cherry
"Already?" dad grumbled, chuckling a bit.
I giggled, my naked body snuggling closer to him. With the curtains drawn, the room was still dark, the barest amount of sunlight leaking in from the bottom. I pulled the covers over myself and pressed against his pajama-clad chest, and he sighed with contentment and wrapped an arm around me. Frowning, he looked down at me, eyes lingering for a moment on my chest before taking a deep breath and meeting my eyes.
"You're naked, princess," he noted.
"Very astute, dad," I laughed, and he chuckled again.
"It's a school day."
"But it's still early."
He raised an eyebrow, cracking the corresponding eye open a bit. He swallowed before closing his eye again, facing back toward the ceiling. "First thing in the morning? Cherish, we shouldn't." His voice was deep and gravelly from just waking up and, put simply, it was so hot. My cavewoman DNA was screaming that dad sounded full of testosterone, and I needed some of it in me. I needed to get a grip, show a modicum of restraint.
My fingers wandered down to his morning wood, slipping into his pajama pants and taking firm hold of the hot shaft. Damn it, my willpower sucked. Dad inhaled sharply, and though his member throbbed a bit, he rested a hand on my wrist.
"Still a bit tender from last night, princess," he explained. "That was a lot of times in a row, and I think I need to recuperate. Heh, I used to be able to go all night. Maybe I'm getting old."
I sat up abruptly, voice thickening with emotion. "You're not old," I protested, feeling angry and sad at once. I didn't want to think about our age gap. He was gonna give some excuse about how we wouldn't work long-term, how he was gonna be gone long before I was, and he didn't want to leave me alone. I knew him well enough that I could practically hear the speech verbatim.
He sighed. "Cherish, one day--" I knew it.
"Stop. I don't care." I wrapped my arms around his chest and snuggled tight against him, pushing my cheek to his clothes. "I don't care about the age gap. I don't care about the stigma against our relationship. I don't care if I never have kids of my own. I don't care." I swallowed a sob, a few of my tears getting soaked up by dad's shirt. "I just want to be with the man I love."
He stroked my hair gently, every so often fingering a particular strand, twirling it around before letting it unravel as he pulled away. "I love you too, Cherish."
"Cherry," I insisted.
"Fine, Cherry," he relented with a laugh. "And I want to be with you as well. But there are further ramifications to us doing this--"
"Then we'll figure it out together," I said firmly. When he didn't reply, I sat up and looked at him, tears still in my eyes. "Right?"
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then smiled. "Right. Together."
I leaned forward toward him and we kissed, tenderly and lovingly. I bit my lip when we finished, and dad grew a hungry look in his eye. In an instant I was on my neck, hips raised up and knees over his shoulders. I gasped and looked up at him, an intense expression on his face. My little pink flower was in full view, and he wet his lips.
"Dad!" I chastised, secretly overjoyed that he wanted me enough to seize the initiative. By the way I was giggling, perhaps it wasn't so secret.
"I've been wanting a taste of this kitten since last week," he growled. Before I could respond, his tongue extended to gently touch my nub. My back arched as lightning shot up my spine, frying my brain with rapturous bliss. I bit my lip again, unable to begin the expletive I had ready. His tongue slid into my pussy and I screamed in ecstasy.
This was how I wanted to start my mornings.
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