Take Daddy’s Cock Out…

Andrew.

I stood there staring at my daughter like she had just asked me to set the house on fire.

Beth.

My little princess.

The light of my fucking world. Standing in my bedroom asking me to fuck her. To taint her. To do the one thing that would damn us both.

I didn’t fucking dare.

“Beth… No.”

It wasn’t just sick.

It was Unforgivable.

This was the kind of depraved act that would follow a man into the ground and keep him burning long after.

I had spent years raising her, protecting her, brushing her hair when she was small, teaching her how to swim, how to drive, how to stand up for herself.

And now she wanted me to shove my cock into the same body I had once carried on my shoulders.

There’d be a special place in hell for me.

I opened my mouth to shut it down. To tell her to go find a classmate to “practice” with, go to bed and never speak of this again.

Then she reached up, hooked her fingers under the thin straps of her nightgown, and let it fall.

The soft fabric slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood there in nothing but a pair of plain white panties, and every rational thought in my head short-circuited.

Christ.

My daughter had curves that could ruin a man. Full, heavy tits that sat high on her chest, the kind that would spill over my hands if I grabbed them.

Her waist dipped soft and narrow, then flared out into wide hips and a plump, heart-shaped ass that looked made to be gripped and spread.

The white cotton of her panties clung to the soft mound of her pussy and disappeared between the plumpness of her thighs. When she shifted her weight, the flesh jiggled just enough to make my mouth go dry.

She was soft in all the right places—Just like her mother.

She started walking backward, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine.

“I felt you in the pool this afternoon, Daddy,” she said, voice low and steady. “Your cock was so hard against my ass. You were trying to hide it, but I felt every thick inch. I kept thinking about how it would feel if you just… pulled my swimsuit to the side and pushed it in.”

My throat closed.

She dropped to her knees right there on the bedroom carpet. The movement made her tits bounce. Her nipples were round and pink and already tight, pointing straight at me like they were begging for attention. The urge to suck them, bite them, roll them between my teeth until she whimpered, hit me so hard it felt like a physical blow.

My breath shuddered.

This was the exact reaction her mother brought out of me. The same seductive voice and body that could make me lose my fucking mind at any hour of the day.

Fuck me.

Blood rushed painfully to my cock.

Fuck me to hell.

She was my daughter—my blood—and I was standing here with a growing hard-on because her body reminded me of my wife’s.

I took a step back. It was pathetic. Me backing away from my daughter like this.

Beth crawled forward immediately, palms and knees on the floor, eyes bright and pleading and filthy.

“Beth, baby. I’m your father.”

“I know. I want to be your wife just for tonight. For my play.”

Her fucking play. Right.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

God, she looked so willing, so goddamn ready.

I wasn’t imagining the want in her eyes.

The hot look of arousal.

She really wanted this. But the innocence in her face only made it worse—those big eyes looking up at me like I was the only man who could break her pretty little body she was offering.

I reached out before I could stop myself. My hand sank into her soft hair and tightened. I pulled her forward. She came willingly, crawling closer on her knees, lips parted, tits swaying with every movement.

“Daddy is not a very gentle man in bed, sweetheart. You’re far too young to—”

“I can handle it. I’m your wife.”

I stifled the groan in my chest. “Beth, I won’t go easy on you, do you understand? I can’t. Daddy gets too excited. Sometimes he hurts Mommy even when he doesn’t mean to.”

Some dark part of me wanted her to insist. To beg for it. It wove a thread of dark satisfaction through me when she did, when her eyes hardened with resolve, when her head nodded like it was the very thing she wanted to hear.

“I know.” Her cheeks flushed, her thighs clenching together. “And I can take it. I want it. Let me show Daddy how well I can take his cock.”

I kept my fist in her hair and looked down at her—at the soft, supple curves, the wet shine already starting between her thighs, the way her mouth looked ready to be used.

The last of my restraint snapped like cheap string.

I knew in that moment that I was going to hell.

“Take Daddy’s cock out.”