Wanting Daddy (5).

Chapter Five

Jake

The bedroom was dimly lit. Only the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand. She knelt between my spread thighs on the carpet. Her hands rested on the thighs of my jeans. She looked up at me like I was about to give her a final exam she hadn’t studied for.

I reached down and brushed my knuckles across her cheek. “You don’t have to do this if you’re nervous, little one.”

Her lashes fluttered. “I want to. I just don’t want to mess it up.”

My cock twitched impatiently in my open fly. Fuck, that innocence still hit me hard.

“You’re not going to mess anything up,” I said. My voice was deep. “I’m going to show you exactly what I like. Step by step. You just listen to Daddy and do what feels natural. Okay?”

She nodded. Small and quick. She bit the corner of her lip.

I pushed my jeans and boxers farther down. I freed myself completely. My cock stood stiff against my stomach. It was thick and already slick at the tip. Her eyes went wide again. She still couldn’t believe it was real.

“Start slow,” I told her. “Use your hand first. Wrap your fingers around the base. Not too tight. Like this.”

I guided her small hand to me. I folded her fingers around the shaft. Her skin felt cool against my heat. She squeezed and I hissed through my teeth.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” I said. “Good grip, Baby. Now slide your hand slowly all the way up to the head. Then back down.”

She followed the motion. Hesitant at first, then smoother. Pre-cum beaded from the slit and smeared under her palm. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive ridge. My hips jerked.

“See that?” I rasped. “That little drop at the top? That’s for you. Taste it if you want.”

She hesitated only a second. Then she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out and licked the drop from the head. I groaned deep. My fingers dug into the mattress.

“Jesus. Again. This time with a flat tongue.”

She did it. A broad, wet stroke from the underside of the head all the way up. My balls drew up.

“Good girl,” I breathed. “Now open your mouth. Just the tip first. Soft lips around it. No teeth. Seal them and suck gently, like you’re kissing it.”

Her lips parted. Glossy and pink. She took only the head into her mouth. Warm. Wet. Perfect. She hollowed her cheeks and the suction pulled a curse from me.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” I said. “Now circle the head with your tongue. Slow circles.”

She tried. Clumsy at first, but eager. Her tongue dragged over the slit, then circled, then licked. Every movement sent heat up my spine.

“Deeper when you’re ready,” I instructed. I kept my voice calm. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. Take a little more each time. No pressure.”

She sank another inch. Then another. Her lips stretched around me. Her cheeks flushed dark red. I could feel the soft roof of her mouth and her tongue underneath.

I slid my fingers gently into her hair. Not pulling. Just holding. “Look up at me, Baby.”

Her eyes lifted. Glassy. Wide. So beautiful with her mouth full of me.

“Perfect,” I murmured. “You’re doing so well. Now move a little. Up and down. Use your hand on the part you can’t take yet. Stroke in time with your mouth.”

She started moving. Slow, shallow slides at first. Her lips dragged over the head. Her hand twisted lightly at the base. Spit shone on my shaft. The wet sounds filled the room.

I let my head fall back for a second. My jaw was tight. I fought the urge to thrust. “Suck harder when you pull back. Flick your tongue under the head on the upstroke. Right there, fuck yes right there.”

She moaned around me at the praise. The vibration rolled through my cock. I nearly lost it.

“Baby, watch the teeth. A little softer. That’s it. Good girl. Such a fucking good girl for Daddy.”

Her rhythm grew more confident. Deeper now. She gagged once, soft and surprised. She pulled back. Her eyes watered.

I stroked my thumb over her cheek. “Breathe. You’re okay. Try again. Relax your throat like you’re yawning. Let me slide in.”

She nodded. She took a shaky breath and sank farther down. Halfway. Then a little more. Her throat fluttered around me. Tight and hot. I groaned loud.

“Fuck Baby, just like that,” I said. “Hold it there a second. Just feel me.”

She did. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands clenched my thighs. Her nails dug in.

I pulled her slowly off me. Strings of spit connected her lips to my cock. She gasped for air. Her chest rose and fell hard.

“You’re incredible,” I said roughly. I wiped a tear from her cheek. “Want to keep going? Or do you need a break?”

She shook her head quickly. “More. Please.”

My control frayed another notch.

“Then open again,” I said. “I’m going to move now. Just a little. You keep that pretty mouth open for me.”

She parted her lips. Tongue a little out. Waiting.

I guided myself back in. Shallow thrusts at first. Just a few centimeters. Letting her get used to it. Then deeper. On the fourth thrust her throat opened. I slid almost all the way in. She gagged softly but pulled me closer with her hands.

I fucked her mouth slowly and deep. My hips rolled. I watched her take every inch. Drool ran down her chin onto her chest. My balls drew up tight.

“I’m close, little one,” I warned. My voice was shredded. “You can pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth. Or you stay just like that and swallow for Daddy.”

Her eyes locked on mine. Determined. Needy. She hollowed her cheeks harder. She sucked stronger. Her hand pumped the part her mouth couldn’t reach.

That was it.

I buried myself as deep as she could take. I groaned her name and came hard. Pulse after pulse spilled down her throat. She swallowed around me. Greedy little gulps. Until I was empty. Shaking.

I pulled out carefully. She coughed once. She licked her swollen lips. Then she looked up at me with a dazed, proud little smile.

I pulled her onto my lap immediately. I pressed her to my chest. I kissed her forehead. Her temple. Her wet mouth. I tasted myself on her tongue and didn’t care.

“You did so fucking good,” I murmured into her hair. My arms locked tight around her. “So perfect. My perfect girl.”

She buried her face in my neck. She was still trembling. Still smiling against my skin.

And I knew we were nowhere near finished.

My control hung by a thread.

I reached between us. I undid the button of my jeans. I shoved them just far enough down to free my cock. It slapped against her stomach. Heavy. Dripping. She stared. Her eyes went wide again.

“See what you do to me?” I rasped.

She reached down. Hesitant. Her fingers closed around me. I hissed through my teeth.

“Careful, Baby.”

She stroked once. Slow. Curious. Then again. Pre-cum smeared across her palm.

“Fuck.” I caught her wrist. I guided her hand to her mouth. “Taste.”

She licked her palm clean. Her eyes stayed on mine.

I positioned myself. I rubbed the head through her folds. Coated myself in her wetness. “Do you want Daddy inside you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

I pushed in slowly one centimeter.

She gasped. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Relax for me,” I murmured. I kissed her jaw. “Breathe.”

Another centimeter. She was tight. Almost too tight. But so wet I could keep going. I rocked gently. Worked myself deeper. Watched her face the whole time.

When I was all the way in. Hips pressed tight to hers. We both moaned.

“So full,” she whimpered.

“You’re doing it perfectly,” I said. I stayed still. Let her adjust. Kissed her softly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

She moved her hips. Then again. A small roll that made us both curse.

“Now,” she whispered. “Please move.”

I pulled out halfway. Then slid back in. Slow. Deliberate. Her eyes fluttered.

I set a steady rhythm. Not fast yet. Just deep, controlled thrusts. Every time I bottomed out, I ground against her clit.

Her moans grew louder. Breathier.

I hooked one of her legs over my elbow. Opened her wider. The new angle let me hit deeper.

“Oh God, right there—”

I stayed on that exact spot. Ground against it with every thrust. My free hand slid between us. My thumb found her clit again. Rubbed tight circles.

Her nails raked down my back. “Daddy, I’m close again—”

“Come for me,” I growled. “Let me feel you milk my cock.”

A few more thrusts. Harder now. And she broke.

Her pussy clamped around me like a vise. Pulsed around my cock. She cried out my name. Actually said Jake. The sound shoved me straight to the edge.

I fucked her through her orgasm. Chased my own. When the pressure got too much, I buried myself deep and came with a low groan. Spilled into her in hot pulses.

We stayed tangled together. Breathing hard. Sweat on our skin.

I kissed her forehead. Her nose. Her mouth. Soft now. Gentle.

“You okay, little one?”

She nodded against my chest. Her arms tight around me. “More than okay.”

I smiled into her hair. I was still buried inside her. Not ready to pull out yet.

Neither of us moved for a long time.

I kept thinking about how wrong this was. She’s my adoptive daughter. I raised her. But feeling her around me like this made everything else fade. I wanted to teach her more. I wanted to keep her like this with me.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” I said quietly.

“Safe,” she whispered. “And full. And happy.”

I held her tighter. “Good. That’s exactly what Daddy wants.”

I knew my actions would have consequences… but I didn’t really care.

She belonged to me.