Alex glanced stealthily over his shoulder on his way to the bedroom door.
Ariel was still asleep. His alarm had only provoked a low murmur from her. The blanket covered her lower half, but her top half was exposed, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing.
His path took him past her t-shirt, shorts, and panties, all forgotten on the floor, discarded last night before she had jumped into bed with him in what had become a nightly routine.
I'm still not sure if she should be spending the night with me. I wouldn't want to get attached to that. But it'd make the sex feel too transactional if I insisted on her leaving after we're done. She's my daughter, not a prostitute.
His post-wakeup jumble of thoughts continued on the way to the bathroom.
She'll probably end up joining me in the shower again. And I know she'd love it if I woke her up so we could fuck before. But I still can't bring myself to initiate sometimes...
He turned the shower on, testing the water before slipping in.
Not like with Carmen. I woke her up all the time in all sorts of fun ways.
His cock twitched at the memories.
He ignored the reaction, and did his best to stave off the memories, focusing on washing up.
The shower curtain opened.
"You know," Ariel began blearily, stepping inside, "you don't have to shower alone anymore."
She dropped to her knees, reaching out to close her hand around the base of his shaft.
"I didn't want to wake you up," he said lamely.
"I wouldn't mind at all. What better way to start the day?"
She yawned, starting to stroke him.
"You don't have to do this," he groaned, reaching down to squeeze her shoulder.
"I know. But I want to. And you know you love it."
"I won't deny that."
She giggled, and then leaned forward, closing her lips around the tip of his length.
...I don't think there is a better way to start the day.
His cock throbbed, treated to enthusiastic sucking and stroking. Her free hand snuck between her legs.
He fought back the desire to take over, to gather up a fistful of her hair and set a vigorous pace, to treat her exactly like he had treated Carmen so many times.
She'd love it just like Carmen did.
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Ariel slid her lips further down. One hand stroked up towards them, the other rubbing along her folds, a slickness quickly gathering there. Her gaze was aimed at her daddy, taking in the hesitant pleasure on his face.
Still won't cut loose? Only when I push you and tease you? Well...you know that can always be arranged.
Even with his eventual acceptance of her proposal, he had been reticent to fully take her up on it, often leaving the initiation to her. The few times he had initiated had been when she was close by and not busy, making it obvious that he was concerned about inconveniencing her.
As if you would ever be an inconvenience.
Her lips slid further down. The sensation of his cock sitting on her tongue was as usual a delight, along with its subtle flavor. One of her fingers dipped into her channel.
She came off his cock, and nuzzled against it, batting her eyelashes at him.
"You can take charge if you want," she murmured, adding a little huskiness to her voice.
He nodded numbly.
"I'd love it if you made me take every inch of you," she continued, adding a second finger to her channel. "Deep throating you is amazing, but you know what would be even better?"
He blinked in surprise.
"What?"
She smiled, licking at the head of his shaft.
"If you made me choke on your dick."
His cock jumped in her grip, a bead of pre-cum seeping from the head.
"I'd love to feel your hand in my hair holding my head down on every inch of you. I've gagged on you before but not with you making me. I'd love that, Daddy. So much..."
His eyes widened.
"Ariel..."
"I'm not fragile, you can be rough with me."
He swallowed nervously, his cock jumping again.
"Please...your little girl needs you to use her mouth."
"Fuck, Ariel..."
"Yes," she giggled, licking again at the head. "Fuck Ariel."
After a wink, she closed her lips around it and plunged them down. Her hand left the base to settle on his thigh.
He groaned, the hand at her shoulder flying to her head, gathering a fistful of her hair.
Yes!
His hips drew back, and pumped forward, her tongue wriggling under his shaft. The head slipped into the back of her mouth, and then hit her throat, a soft gag following. She matched his thrust with the two fingers inside her, shoving them to the last knuckle.
Come on, Daddy, come on!
She gazed up at him, appreciating the satisfaction erupting across his face.
His hips drew back again, his cock sliding along her tongue, offering splashes of pre-cum, the musky flavor sizzling on her taste buds. She squirmed, the shower mat crinkling under her knees, the water splashing around her. His retreat left only the head of his length between her lips. She slurped eagerly, receiving another splash of pre-cum as a reward.
Another swing of his hips left her gurgling on his cock again, the tingle in her throat sending a shiver along her. Lust broke over his face. His hips swung back quicker this time.
Yes!
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Music pulsed subtly behind the front door. Alex smiled, already imagining Ariel dancing around the house, singing wholeheartedly.
When he stepped inside, he tracked the music to the kitchen. She popped into view, wearing one of his t-shirts, his 'King of the Kitchen' apron, a pair of panties, and socks.
"Hi Daddy! How was work?"
"It was alright," he replied, taking off his jacket and shoes. "What're you cooking?"
"It's a surprise! Go relax for a bit and I'll tell you when it's done."
He laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Alright then."
He headed upstairs to change clothes. The music thumped steadily, her voice occasionally audible. An image sprung to life in his mind, of her ass shaking and her breasts bouncing to her dancing. His cock twitched, but he ignored that spark of desire. Once changed, he headed back downstairs, plopping onto the couch, snatching up the remote.
More singing came from the kitchen, complementing the television. Every so often, Ariel danced into view, matching the image from earlier in his mind. His cock twitched every time, that reaction followed by an urge to march into the kitchen and bend her over the table just like their first time.
I used to fuck Carmen sometimes while she was cooking. Ariel would probably love it too.
But he stayed seated, attention divided between his daughter and the television.
"It's ready!" she called out soon enough.
She stood proudly by the table, gesturing with a flourish to the two plates atop it, laden with food.
"Glazed salmon with brown sugar glaze, Brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes!"
"My favorite," he commented with a smile. "What's the occasion?"
She shrugged.
"I wanted to celebrate."
"Celebrate what?"
"You know, our arrangement. I've been having fun."
"Me too," he said, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. "But you didn't have to cook for me."
"I know. But I wanted to. What, I can't make you your favorite meal?"
He grinned, sitting down and looking over the plate.
"Of course you can. I'm just surprised. But it does look absolutely delicious."
"How about some wine?" she asked, nodding to the counter, where two glasses and a bottle waited.
"You really want to celebrate, huh?"
She nodded.
"Alright then, I'll have wine."
She smiled and hurried over to the counter.
The meal was unsurprisingly delicious, his plate cleared in no time. Once she finished her portion, she took his plate, against his objections, and brought it to the sink.
"There's dessert too," she told him, grinning conspiratorially. "Raspberry cheesecake."
"My favorite again."
"I know what my daddy likes."
He chuckled.
"Bring it on."
This time, she did not take her own portion.
"You don't want any?"
"Nah, I'm having my own dessert."
He shrugged, digging into the cheesecake with gusto.
Ariel slipped under the table, crawling in between his legs. The maneuver surprised him, but he recovered quickly, letting her drag his shorts and boxers down and off to free his cock.
"Your own dessert?"
She giggled, closing her hand around his base.
"Your dick is the best dessert I could ask for."
His cock twitched, and she giggled again.
Her hand stroked lazily. He shifted in the chair, spreading his thighs to give her more room. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, the soft warmth drawing a groan from him, one hand moving to her head to caress at her hair. She drew him in, her tongue wriggling underneath his shaft.
Cheesecake and a blow job. Did I die and go to heaven?
Her efforts were laid-back: gentle sucking, light slurping, teasing licks and kisses every time she took him from her mouth. His plate was soon empty again, but he did not move, all too happy to stay seated to keep enjoying her attention.
There was still wine in his glass, so he sipped slowly. Precum began to flow, seeping forth for her eager tongue, delighted purrs coming whenever she captured a sticky bead.
Her tactics switched suddenly, her lips driving to his base in a second. He bucked in surprise, looking down at her.
"Ariel..."
A flush shone across her cheeks, a vein standing out on her forehead from the exertion of forcing herself to take in every inch of him. Pure desire reigned elsewhere, her eyes glazed over with a lewd glee, her lips turned up in a smile even as they were stretched around him. She had taken off the apron earlier, and he peeked further down to see her nipples pressing against her shirt, and further down still to see a hand thrust into her panties, working diligently.
A gag sounded from her throat. She slid back. His eyes were pinned to the obscene sight, watching and feeling her lips approach the tip, and then slip off. After a deep breath, she fixed a needy look on him, a pout denting that earlier smile.
"Next time I take every inch," she began, voice husky, "will you hold my head down?"
He growled, taken aback and highly aroused by the request and the desperate tone of voice she used.
"Please...I want you to make me gag on you...please...just like this morning..."
She took another deep breath and brought her lips back to his cock. An urgent push sent them to his base, splayed around it, little streams of saliva burbling from their corners. She stared up expectantly.
His hand flew to the back of her head. She squirmed on her knees, gagging on him, her eyes fluttering, the hand in her panties moving quicker. Another gag followed, and he shivered from how her throat worked around him. A pressure stirred in his core. Strain appeared on her face, but determination settled there too.
He gathered up a fistful of hair and pulled her back. Disappointment replaced the determination.
