Daddy's Little Secret

Riley’s pov

The cabin vacation with the family felt so long and boring at first.

Mom was inside getting dinner ready with my aunt.

Dad—my stepfather, but I still called him Daddy—was on the porch, sitting in that old, groaning wooden chair.

He had a beer and looked out over the lake.

The sun was setting low, making the water shine.

I was eighteen now, yet he still had this habit of treating me like his little girl at times.

Tonight was different, though.

I wore the shortest shorts I had.

The kind that inched its way up my ass cheeks when I moved. And a form-fitting crop top that showed off my flat stomach. No bra.

My nipples strained against the thin material if I was cold. I got two sodas from the cooler and departed. My bare feet tingled against the wooden patio.

Daddy did not look up right away. When he did, his eyes swept over my body. Snappy, but I saw it.

A momentary pause on my legs, then my breasts.

"Hey, Daddy," I spoke in a low tone. I offered him a soda.

He reached for it, fingers brushing against mine. Warm and rough. His hand was big, with labor-hardened calluses.

I opened my can and drank. Stood beside him.

The chair creaked when he shifted.

"What you doin', Riley?" he asked. Low voice, as always. He had that low sound that made my tummy somersault.

I smiled. "Just bored.

Mom's working. Thought I'd keep you company." I edged closer.

The porch had no railing here, lay open. I turned and moved away slowly.

Until my legs knocked into his knees. I glanced back over my shoulder.

His eyes had fixed on my butt now. The shorts didn't cover it in the least.

Without comment, I sat down onto his lap. Straddled his thighs.

Touched the hard muscle under his jeans. He tensed. His beer can quivered half way to his lips.

"Riley. what are you doing?" But he didn't push me aside.

His fingers danced around my hips.

Wiggled a bit. Settled in.

My pussy caressed the bulge in his pants. Already present. Coming along.

I settled deeper into his chest. His heart racing against my back. "Just sitting, Daddy.

It's warm here." I breathed the word 'Daddy' against his ear. Allowed my breath to send shivers down his skin.

He swallowed hard.

I heard it. His hands dropped to my waist. Lightly held at first.

Like he wasn't sure. I started to move. Slow rocks of my hips.

Back and forth. My shorts rubbed against his zipper. The friction made heat between my legs.

My pussy got wet quick. Soaked through the thin fabric.

'We shouldn't be doing this, Riley, ' he muttered.

But his grip tightened. Fingers dug into my ribs. He pulled me close instead of back.

I smiled to myself. Getting it done. Ground harder. Felt him stiff cock thicken all the way under me. Thick and long, thrusting up against my slit through the clothes.

I moved my head. Lips against his neck. "Feels good though, doesn't it, Daddy?" Whispered it again. His breath hitched.

One hand inched up my back. Under my shirt. Along bare skin. Coarse palm against my spine. I arched into it. Pushed my ass back against him.

We sat there for minutes. Just grinding. Slow circles now. My pussy throbbed with each time it hit the ridge of his cock head.

Juices escaped. Soaked my shorts. I could smell my own wetness.

Sweet and musky. Daddy's other hand moved up my thigh. Squeezed soft skin. Moved up higher. Fingers touched the edge of my shorts.

"Riley." he growled. Voice rough. He was addicted.

I knew it.

I reached down. Took his hand.

Pulled it between my legs. Taunted his fingers against my wet crotch. He felt it. The heat. The slickness.

"See? I want you, Daddy." I rode him faster.

His fingers caressed me through the cloth.

Hard pushes. Soft moaned me. His other hand raised my top.

Revealed my breasts. Cold air struck my nipples. They firmed in an instant. He gripped one breast. Thumb brushed the tip.

Wiggled in his lap.

Looked at him now. Sat open over him. My hands on his shoulders.

Leaned in and kissed his jaw. Stubble abraded my lips. Felt salt on his skin. He gripped my ass. Both cheeks. Squeezed hard. Pulling me down onto his cock.

"Fuck, you're wet ," he said.

No more resistance. His eyes were dark. Hungry. Nodded. Grinded my pussy along his length. Felt every inch outlined in his jeans.

He stood up quickly.

Held me like nothing. Arms wrapped around his waist.

He brought me inside. Through the kitchen, but Mom was busy still.

Whispers from another room. He walked me to the back bedroom. The one we shared during vacations. Door shut softly behind us.

He sat me on the bed. On my stomach. Ass up. Rocked it at him. Shorts pulled tight.

He took hold of the waistband. Pulled them down. Exposed my bare ass. No panties. My pussy lips curled out, swollen and wet.

"Naughty girl," he growled.

Hand came down. Slap on my right cheek. Sudden burn. Skin flushed hot immediately.

I yelped. But pushed back for more. He spanked again. Harder. Left cheek this time. Palm print reddened.

He just kept on going.

Alternating sides. Slow to start. Each slap echoed in the room. My ass vibrated with each strike. Burned deeper. I gripped the sheets.

Moaned into the pillow. "Daddy. yes." Whispered it between smacks.

After ten or so, I was afire. Hot and pulsing.

He rubbed the marks. Calmed with his big hand. Then spread my cheeks. Thumb stroked my asshole.

Light. Made me cling. His other hand went to my pussy. Fingers spread the lips. Dipped in. Two at once. Stretched me.

"So tight," he growled. Pumped them slowly. In and out. Juices covered his fingers.

Squishy sounds. I rocked back. Took them deeper. His thumb toyed with my clit. Firm pressure. My legs shook.

He pulled out. Heard his belt buckle. Zipper. Jeans fell on the floor.

Then his boxers. His cock struck my ass. Hard. Hot.

The head poked my entrance. Moist from me already.

"You want this, Riley?" he questioned. Voice heavy.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me." I begged.

Pushed back.

He gripped onto my hips.

Slammed in. One hard thrust.

Filled me to capacity. My pussy was stretched wide on his thickness. Walls gripped him hard. He was big. Bigger than I anticipated. Bottomed out against my cervix.

I swallowed. Scratched the bed. He did not move. Let me adjust.

Then pulled back slowly. Almost out. Veins brushed my insides. Then thrust again. Deep. Regular.

We formed a beat. His hips snapped back. Balls slapped against my clit. Each pound created bouncy tits. Ass cheeks rippled from the force.

The spanks stung still. Combined with the pleasure. Made everything nip.

He reached around.

Fingers brushed my clit. Rubbed hard circles. I moaned loudly.

Bit my lip to silence it.

Noises from the kitchen. But we didn't relent. His dick thrust in and out. Without protection. No condom. Skin against skin.

My vagina constricted.

Juices dripped down my legs. Moistened the sheets. He grunted with each thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest on to my back. Fists pounded my hips. Brought me back hard.

"Gonna make you cum, baby girl," he growled. Slapped me once again. Light now. On the red skin.

Nodded. Tensed up. Pressure built.

His cock pounded that spot inside. Repeatedly. Thick head rammed it. Fingers pinched my clit.

Orgasm hit hard. Pussy tightened.

Tightened his cock like a fist. I spilled.

Fluid sprayed out around him. Wetted his balls. Dripped everywhere. I moan out. "Daddy!" Muffled in the pillow.

He kept pounding.

Through the waves. Rode it out.

My walls milked him. Finally, he groaned loudly. Thrusts grew out of control. Buried deep. Cum poured over me. Hot spurts. Filled my pussy. Overflows. Merged with my gush.

We fell apart.

Him on top. Cock still inside. Softening gradually.

His weight pinned me to the mattress. Breath warm against my neck. I smiled. Seduction worked. He was mine now.

But we weren't through yet. He rolled off after a minute. Drew me on top.

Straddled him again. Felt his cum spill out. Coat his softening cock. Ground slow. Brought him back hard again.

"More, Daddy?" I breathed. Leaned forward. Kissed his chest. Licked a nipple.

Nodded.

Hands on my ass. Guided me. I sank down again. Took him in again.

Easy and wet now. Rode him solid. Tits jounced in his face. He sucked one. Teeth scraped.

We fucked like that. Slow build.

My soft ass touched his thighs. Spank marks throbbed. Pussy soft from the deluge.

But good soft. His hands roamed. Squeezed my breasts. Pinched nipples.

I lay back. Hands on his knees.

Drenched it on for him. My pussy lips stretched around his dick. Cream and cum lined it. White and slick. I bounced harder.

Ass slapped against his flesh.

He sat up straight. Encircled me with his arms.

Pushed up. Gradually steeper angles. Hit new areas. I groaned. Bottom of his hit my clit. Fingers in the hair.

Jerking head back. Kissed neck. Sucked softly.

Second orgasm crept up. Slower. Deeper. Shook wild. Pussy shuddered. He knew it.

Pushed harder. Cum spurt again. Inside me. Warm. Came with him. No gush this time. Just clenches. Shudders.

We breathed in shock. Stayed connected. His hands stroked my back. Soothed the sweat. Face-planted into his shoulder. "Love you, Daddy."

He kissed my forehead. "Love you too, Riley. Our secret."

Cleaned up quickly.

Used tissues. Got dressed. Snuck back to the porch again. Played as normal.

But his hand wrapped around mine when no one was looking. The ride just got better.

Later that night, after dinner, everyone went to bed early.

Waited in the dark.

Listened to the creak of the floor. Daddy's door opening. He entered my room. Closed the door softly.

No words. Climbed into bed. Pulled me close. Spooned up behind. Hard cock against my ass. Moved back. Fingers guided him in. Slow penetration. Pussy still wet from earlier .

He fucked me gently.

Long strokes.

Cover mouth to muffle moans. Other hand in-between thighs. Slobbered my clit slowly. Built me up again.

We came quietly.

Together. His semen added to the mess inside. Slept like that. Attached.

Woke in the middle of the night. Quickies. Me on my side. Him pumping shallowly. Finger in my butt for the first time. Stretched it slowly.

Morning came. Family breakfast. We smiled at one another across the table. Secret safe. But I knew. More to follow. The whole trip.