Daddy had one hand fisted in my hair while his other held my hips closer to his. With each thrust, his length filled me completely. My helpless body writhed beneath his as I cried out in ecstasy. My moans seemed to spur him onward, and he slammed into me with unbelievable force, slapping his hips sharply against mine.
"Say my name, Nicole," he demanded.
"Daddy," I moaned too loudly.
He groaned deeply as his name echoed through the room.
"Good girl, Nicole," he praised me, then dipped his head to my chest. His lips surrounded my sensitive breast, and I arched my back instantly, begging him for more with my body.
I could feel the sweat pooling in the valley between my breasts as I reached up to tease one of my hard nipples. I rolled it between my fingers for a moment, then pinched it roughly. A strangled whimper escaped me. I dug my teeth harder into my lip while trying earnestly to silence my cries.
Daddy removed his mouth from my breast, then lifted his eyes to mine.
"You're going to cum for me, Nicole. And when you do, you're going to scream my name again, do you understand? Can you do that for me?" I nodded as I felt my muscles beginning to clamp down around his cock. I loved it when he talked to me that way.
My breath was coming in short, ragged spurts, and I could feel my legs beginning to shake. I was so close. I plunged my fingers harder into my center, desperate to find my release.
He continued to drive himself forcefully into me, grunting fiercely with each lunge. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back as his tempo increased to a frantic pace.
"Now, Nicole!" he commanded, then moved his long fingers from my hip to press them firmly against my clit.
I pinched my clit between my fingers while my other hand continued to pump into my soaking core. The combined sensations became too much, and I felt my stomach twist for the final time.
I exploded on my fingers as overwhelming pleasure racked my body. My toes curled tightly as high-pitched sobs forced their way through my lips. I swallowed hard in an effort to ebb the flow of my cries. As I came I imagined my dad, grunting and growling above me as we climaxed together. The vision sent another hot shudder ripping through me, and I panted his name as I rode the tidal waves of bliss.
Once the heat of my orgasm subsided, my hands fell limply to my sides. I concentrated on slowing my breathing. Imagining him being forceful and commanding never failed to throw me head-first over the edge. I couldn't help wondering then, as I always did, if my dad would ever really talk to me that way. I giggled softly as I wondered what he would think if he were to find out about the things his 18 year old daughter imagined him saying to her...doing to her.
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"You never cease to surprise me, Nicole," a familiar voice murmured from the darkness.
I squeaked and jumped a foot in the air as my head snapped towards the startling yet velvety voice.
I could just barely make out the shape of his body, illuminated only by the moonlight that filtered through my window. He was leaning back against a chair, leaving his face masked by the shadows, save for the glint of his eyes that shone silver in the moon's weak rays.
"D-Daddy?" I stammered in astonishment.
"Yes, love," was his only answer.
Oh, God. No!
Horror washed through me as I realized what had just happened - what he had just seen. I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. What must he think of me? I felt my cheeks begin to burn as I quickly tried to separate my fantasies from reality, attempting to recall exactly what things I had said out loud. My horror grew exponentially as I realized that I had no idea - I had been too wrapped up in my. . .um. . .thoughts.
"How long have you been here?" I whispered, knowing he would hear.
"Long enough," he replied, simply.
Was he angry with me? It was extremely unsettling to be unable to see his face. His voice was low and rough, carrying a tone that I had never heard from him before, and his responses were short - strained, almost.
I looked down as I began to wring my hands together in embarrassment, only to realize that I was still sitting on my bed in all of my unclothed glory. I had managed to forget this fact in my moment of panic. He could see everything.
I squeezed my eyes shut and choked back the urge to scream as I quickly moved to grab my blanket, trying futilely to save what little dignity I had left. I closed my fingers tightly around the edge of my comforter and pulled it roughly upwards - only to have it snap back out of my hands. I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw Daddy's long fingers clutching the blanket only inches away from my hands. He had moved and was now standing at the side of my bed, leaning over me as his hand gripped my blanket, keeping it firmly in place.
I pulled my hands back as I looked up to him, desperate to know what he was thinking. I could just barely make out his features in the darkness. His face was expressionless, save for the tight line of his lips and the strain of his jaw. But it was his eyes that kept and held my attention - they were burning, smoldering at me in a way that I had never seen before.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Nicole," he murmured as I stared at him in confusion. "After all," he added with a low chuckle, "it's something I haven't seen before. You would deny me?"
Although I would have guessed it physically impossible, I felt my face flush hotter at his words. I brought my knees to my chest as I carefully wound my arms around my breasts, attempting to gain some sort of modesty, though I knew there was none to be had. No sooner had I moved than his hand appeared on my shoulder, and I shivered from his touch on my hot skin.
"I'm going to have to ask you to lie back down, Nicole," he crooned, as he pushed me down with gentle strength. "I've grown quite partial to the view, you see," he added in a low voice.
I shivered again. Partial to the view? Did that mean that he...liked it? It was impossible to tell - he was being too cryptic. I stared at him warily as I leaned back on my pillows.
Once I was lying back down on the bed, Daddy clasped his hands behind his back, then began to stroll around my bed at a lazy pace. When he reached the center of the foot of my bed, he turned to face me, bringing one arm from behind his back to lay it on my foot. With the lightest of pressure, he pushed my foot to the side, spreading my legs slightly before him. I gasped and watched in utter astonishment as his eyes raked down my nude body, coming to rest on my glistening core.
I couldn't move - it felt like I had been glued to the bed. What was he doing?
"My, my," he lilted, "we did enjoy ourselves, didn't we?"
I nodded stupidly as I continued to gape at him. His words were light and teasing, but there was something else there, something dark and devilish, hiding just beneath the surface.
"Then you won't mind doing it again, will you, love?" he asked me, nonchalantly.
My heart leapt into my throat as my stomach dropped to my feet, and my mind began racing in an effort to process his impossible words. Did that mean he wanted me to. . . .What? Here? Now?
He chuckled at my shocked expression, and his lips twisted up into the most alluring smirk I had ever seen. As though he could read my wheeling thoughts, he clarified.
"Yes, Nicole. Right here, right now. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?" he asked, as he cocked his head to the side.
I scrambled for an answer as dozens of emotions pulsed through my body - confusion, surprise, embarrassment, curiosity, and, if I were being honest with myself, lust. Lots of lust, actually. If this was going where I thought it was going...
I swallowed hard, then nodded weakly at him.
"Good girl," he said, as he smirked with sinful satisfaction.
A ripple of arousal throbbed in my stomach at his praise. It was exactly the kind of thing I had always dreamed that my dad would say to me. For one wild second, I was suddenly afraid that this was a dream; I would wake up in the morning to find that this had never happened. But as I gazed at him with his scorching eyes and sexy smirk, I knew there was no way I could be dreaming. My mind would never be able to conjure up something half so glorious. My instincts took over. I laid silently waiting for his next instructions.
"Now," he started, thoughtfully, "where shall we begin?"
My hand reflexively began to move to my center, but stopped short when he spoke.
"I don't think so," he interrupted, while looking at me with sly amusement.
"Higher," he ordered.
I took an unsteady breath as I moved my hands up my body. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Had Daddy, my Daddy, just told me to fondle my breasts? I could feel a familiar tingling sensation beginning to spread through my stomach as my palms reached my chest. I circled my hands around them a few times, then squeezed them lightly as he looked on in stoic concentration. His gaze never faltered from my hands, and I continued to watch him as I grazed my fingertips across my round, pink tips.
"Surely you can do better than that, Nicole," he scolded as he looked at me disapprovingly.
I nodded once, then squeezed my nipples between my fingers, rolling them and pinching them harshly - the way I secretly liked it best.
"That's much better, love," he murmured. "Keep going."
My eyes grew heavy as I continued to tease my breasts, and I could feel warm wetness beginning to leak from my slit. The way he was watching me as he controlled my every movement was highly erotic. I squirmed in pleasure beneath his gaze. Daddy noticed my movement, and his eyes flashed down to take note of the moisture that was beginning to coat my lower lips. His eyes seemed to darken at the sight, and he smiled coyly at me.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded as I pinched my tits roughly.
