Ice cream Daddy…

Ice cream.

My body was deliciously sore when I woke up.

Daylight poured in through the windows and I squinted, reaching for Dante’s warmth and finding the spot beside me empty.

He was gone but the mark he left on me was still there.

My pussy throbbed; there were light bruises along my inner thigh from his fingers that had handled me roughly throughout the night.

The man was insatiable and so was I.

Every step to the bathroom reminded me of how he’d stretched me open over and over again, moaning my name, muttering curses, calling me his whore.

I was still glowing when Jade burst through the front door mid-afternoon, looking thoroughly fucked and satisfied, with a hickey blooming on her neck.

“Where the hell have you been, Jade?”

She waved me off, dropping her bag. “Give me a minute, will you? I just had the best two days of my life.”

“You left me.”

She sighed, no flicker of remorse on her face.

“We were supposed to have a party, remember?”

“I had the party. It was glorious. I knew you wouldn’t want to come, so I didn’t bother inviting you.”

I would’ve been mad at her, but I just shrugged.

Her absence was to my advantage.

I was sated. Fucked into oblivion and back by her father.

“It’s fine.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” Jade rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s not my fault you don’t have a social life or a roster of men ready to fuck you whenever you want. I’ll still introduce you to the hot neighbour. I’m sure he would die for that tight little body of yours.”

“Did you already fuck him?”

She groaned, flopping onto the bed, unaware of the nasty things her father did to me on it.

“You’re impossible, Lucy. So what if I fucked him? What matters is him giving you a good time.”

“Sure.”

At my dry reply, she changed the topic. “What did you even do here? Don’t tell me you sat around doing nothing?”

Just then, Dante knocked and walked in. He was in workout clothes that hugged his muscular frame.

Our eyes met for a split second—pure heat and forbidden knowledge passing between us—before we both looked away.

I shifted, feeling fresh wetness between my thighs.

Jade didn’t notice. She ran and flung her arms around him. “Daddy! You’re home.”

“Yes, Princess.” He dropped a kiss on her head and a pang of jealousy coiled in my chest. “I finished the trip early and came back last night. I wanted it to be a surprise, but to my surprise, you weren’t home.”

She laughed, pulling away. “Don’t start, Daddy. You can’t police me. I’m an adult.”

Dante chuckled. “I’m your old man. It’s my job. Lucy tried to keep me company and we rode bikes, but she’s still terrible. Anyway, I’m off to the store soon. Do you want anything?”

“Ice cream,” Jade replied.

As Dante left, Jade grinned at me. “So this is how you wanted to spend New Year’s? Riding bicycles with my dad when you could’ve been riding something way better?”

I laughed nervously, but my pussy clenched at the memory of Dante’s thick cock splitting me open.

I plopped on the bed. “It’s not my fault. You left me and besides, riding bicycles is just easier.”

She dropped beside me, scooting closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If men aren’t your thing, you know you can tell me.” Her voice lowered, her hand snaking up my thighs, sliding up slowly under the hem of my skirt. “I could help you out, Lucy. What are best friends for?”

Her fingers brushed the edge of my panties, and my breath hitched at her teasing.

“I could ride you, Luce. Make you feel good. Eat that pretty pussy until you’re shaking and cumming on my tongue.”

“Jade…”

“Remember how we used to play those naughty ‘married grownups’ games under the sheets when we were kids. How we kissed and… touched each other.”

“I remember,” I said breathlessly.

“We got so wet doing that. I bet we’d be even wetter now.”

Her touch was provocative, electric—just like her fucking father.

She leaned in, breath hot against my ear as her fingers traced lazy circles higher, grazing my inner thigh dangerously close to my soaked core.

Arousal flared hot and unwanted in my belly.

For a second, I imagined it—Jade’s mouth on my pussy, her tongue plunging into me as Dante watched.

No! Absolutely not!

I quickly shoved the thought away, snapping out of it.

“No, Jade,” I said, shrugging her hand off, though my body protested.

My clit throbbing with a dangerous hunger. “We’re not kids anymore. I’ve outgrown those games.”

She pouted but pulled back with a smirk. “Fine. Guess the only thing you love riding these days is a bicycle with my daddy.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “But if you play your cards right, you could ride more than just the bicycle. You could ride him. Break that virgin pussy on my Dad’s big cock. I bet he’d stretch you so good.”

“Jesus, Jade!” I choked on my own spit, coughing hard. My face burned crimson as vivid memories flooded me with the filthy pictures we painted in the mirror.

Jade laughed and hit my arm playfully. “What? You don’t see him like that?”

“No! He’s basically like a dad to me.” I forced out, voice strained. “Totally off-limits.”

She shrugged, leaning back. “You never know. I’ve heard all the girlfriends he’s brought home over the years. The way those women screamed when he fucked them… the man definitely knows how to use his tool. You should’ve heard the way they were moaning and begging him to go faster.”

I swallowed dryly.

My mind replaying my own screams from yesterday.

I laughed along awkwardly, thighs squeezed tight to hide how soaked I was.

“He must fuck like a beast,” she concluded and I was overcome with the sudden thought that Jade wanted to fuck her father.

But I flung out the thought immediately. That was beyond sick and crossed a terrible line.

The rest of the day dragged with charged tension Jade had unknowningly ignited in my belly. It left me pining after Dante like a hungry puppy, stealing heated glances at him whenever we passed each other.

Eventually, Jade had showered and left to nap off her sex fest with a good dicking, promising to be home so we could break in the new year together.

By nightfall, I was a mess.

Jade’s words kept echoing: ride my daddy… break that virgin pussy on his cock.

Even though I’d already done exactly that, the filth kept my body wired.

I couldn’t sleep.

My pussy ached with fresh need.

But Dante didn’t send for me.

I slipped out of my room in just an oversized t-shirt and panties, hoping to seduce him but his door was locked.

Using my phone light, I moved downstairs into the dark kitchen instead, hoping cold water would calm me.

I poured a glass, drank it slowly, but it did nothing.

My nipples poked against the thin shirt, my pussy dripped, calling for cock, begging me to go back up and pound on the door till Dante opened it.

I set the glass down and leaned against the counter, sliding one hand into my panties.

My fingers found my sensitive folds.

I circled my clit, biting my lip to stay quiet, remembering how his mouth had devoured me.

Two fingers plunged inside, fucking myself to the memory of his thick cock stretching me.

Wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen.

I was close—but it wasn’t enough. It seemed nothing would ever be enough if I didn’t have Dante.

My frustration rose.

I opened the freezer, searching for something else to help and my eyes landed on the big tub of vanilla ice cream.

As I set it on the counter, a filthy idea struck me. Maybe… just maybe…

I pulled my panties down to my ankles and kicked off one leg.

Then hiked my shirt up and sat on the edge of the cool counter, spreading my legs.

The first smear of icy cream against my overheated pussy made me gasp sharply.

Jesus.

The contrast was shocking—cold melting against my hot, dripping cunt.

I scooped another with my fingers and rubbed it slowly over my clit, moaning softly as it numbed and then melted into slick sweetness. “Mmmmmm.”

I pushed some inside my hole with my fingers, fucking the melting cream in and out while rubbing the rest over my swollen lips and sensitive nub.

“Fuck…”

It felt dirty, but the cold made my clit throb harder.

I imagined it was Dante’s tongue—cold at first, then hot as he licked me clean.

My hips rocked as I smeared more ice cream.

The creamy rivulets mixed with my juices ran down my thighs and pooled on the counter.

I was so lost in it, panting, chasing another orgasm, when the kitchen lights suddenly flicked on.

I froze, fingers still buried inside myself, heart slamming against my ribs.

Dante stood in the doorway, eyes wide, as he took in the scene: me on the counter, legs spread, panties around one ankle, shirt bunched up, ice cream melting all over my exposed, glistening pussy.

Fuck me.