Chapter 5

You okay?” Mom asks.

“Yeah,” I say, but it comes out all breathy.

Daddy presses the button on the remote that starts the movie. I pretend to watch the screen, but my vision is hazy as Daddy’s fingers curl up to cup my pussy.

Lifting his hand, he uses his grip on me to scoot me closer to him. I reach down and grip his thigh because his middle finger grazes over my clit.

“Daddy,” I huff out.

“Fuck,” he whisper-groans when his fingers move inside the leg of my shorts and caress the bare lips of my pussy.

I look over at Mom, but there’s no way she heard that over the car chase that’s been happening on screen since the opening credits rolled.

I shift my hips experimentally, wanting to get Daddy’s touch where I need it most. When the tip of his finger slips inside me, I freeze. Then I rock back and forth the tiniest bit, getting him deeper and then deeper again.

Daddy leans closer and whispers, “Spread those legs for Daddy.”

I close my eyes against the onslaught of lust those words pull from me. Not wanting to move into the splits on the sofa, I bend my knee, pulling up my leg closest to Daddy and setting my foot on the edge of the sofa.

This blocks Mom’s view of Daddy and the obvious tent in his shorts. It also gives him more room to move.

I keep rocking my hips back and forth, pressing his finger further inside me with each sway of my body. I keep the blanket clutched at my neck and with it draped over my raised knee, I’ve essentially made a tent that hides everything.

Daddy shifts around, moving more into the corner and angling his body toward me. He moves his free hand under the blanket as well and slides his palm up my torso.

When his finger rasps over my stiff nipple, I whimper. It sends a wave of pleasure down my spine, ending in my clit.

I try to stay still, try to absorb all the sensation overwhelming me as Daddy seduces me with tiny movements.

When his hand leaves my breasts, I lift my hand from his thigh to bring him back to me. But he takes my wrist before I can. He pulls it up, up, up. Then he presses it into the loose elastic waistband of his shorts.

That’s when I realize that he’s going commando, just like me. He shudders as he wraps my fingers around the base of his erection. He wraps his hand around mine and slides our fists up and down, up and down.

It’s a slow, steady movement. When I have the rhythm right, he lets go, but tells me to grip him harder. When I do, he curls the finger inside me, sending bolts of pleasure through my core.

His free hand moves back under the covers, where he tugs my tank top down, exposing my breasts. But instead of caressing, this time, he pinches and tugs. My inner muscles tighten. Daddy’s hips lift off the sofa and thrust up into my fist.

When I look over, I see that Mom has dozed off, even with the TV blaring. I turn to Daddy to find he was doing the same thing.

Now that Mom’s asleep, we give up pretending to watch the movie, watching each other instead. Daddy leans close and tugs at my earlobe with his teeth.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “So wet for Daddy. So tight. Daddy’s going to stretch this pussy bigger than it’s ever been stretched before.”

“It’s never been stretched,” I admit.

Daddy’s hips lift off the sofa again as he groans and tugs at my nipple simultaneously. Then he presses two fingers into me. I rock on his hand, harder and faster.

I don’t want to be interrupted again. I want to come all over his fingers this time. He seems to have the same thought because he starts fucking my fist with determination. In the seconds where the noise from the movie quiets or pauses, I hear the wet sucking sounds as Daddy thrusts his fingers into me and as he thrust his hips up off the sofa over and over again.

Each time he pinches and pulls at my nipples, my hips jerk forward. We’re both breathing heavy and grunting quietly, but each time I tear my eyes away from Daddy, I see that Mom’s still asleep.

“I’m close. Are you ready, Allie? Are you going to come for Daddy?” “I’m close,” I pant. “So close.”

His hand leaves my breasts and slides down to press on my clit as he demands in a low growl, “Come for Daddy.”

My free hand flies down to keep that pressure on my clit, to press him against me as I cant my hips and ride out the ecstasy surging through me. My body stiffens, keeping my fist still as Daddy thrusts into it with no rhythm but a frantic pace. When I finally let his hand go, he does the same thing I did. He holds me against him as he ruts into my grip faster, faster, faster. Until he arches up. His head falls back as he bares his teeth. He looks

raw and so sexy.

His release spurts up, then lands on my hand as I continue to jack him through his orgasm. Finally, he slumps back against the sofa, panting.

I look down at the release on my hand and remember what Daddy did this morning. His gaze flicks over my shoulder. I turn to see Mom still

passed out on the other end of the sofa.

When I look back at Daddy, I lift my hand to my mouth and lick some of his cum from my fingers. Daddy’s softening cock jerks as he groans.

The taste is salty and bitter, but when I look up to find his eyes burning with desire, I realize that I would do anything to please Daddy. I want him to want me. Even something that might not turn me on with someone else is so hot as long as it makes Daddy hot for me.

“This weekend,” Daddy growls. “You’re mine.”