Chapter 4

She shifted, and her hips rocked against his thighs. Jonas' cock stirred beneath her, unaware that it wasn't supposed to do that, not with his wife a few feet away from them.

“Ocean,” he warned. He didn't want to relapse into the helpless man he was last night, when she'd had him wrapped around his pinky, but it scared him that it would happen again.

She blinked 'innocently. “What, Daddy?” She knew exactly what because he shifted again, slower this time, grinding against the growing hardness beneath her. Her skirt rode higher to expose the curve of her ass against his jeans. Her mother was at the sink now, rinsing the frying-pan with her back turned to them, unaware of what was happening.

She thought they were cute together, not knowing her husband was fucking their daughter, right under her nose.

Jonas's hands found Ocean's waist. He meant to lift her off and set her down, to walk away and never let this happen again. But it didn't work like he wanted it to. Instead of his hands doing what he planned, they tightened on her waist.

She leaned into him so she could speak without being overheard by her mum. “I'm not wearing anything under this skirt,” she breathed. “I wanted to feel you again, Dad, just like last night.”

His breath caught. His cock was fully hard now, and it pressed against her thighs, seeking her pussy.

May turned as she dried her hands on a dish towel. “Do you want more coffee?” She asked Jonas.

“I'm —” Jonas started.

“He's fine,” Ocean interrupted, reaching for her father's mug. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip. “He's got everything he needs right here.” She smiled at her mum as Jonas' hand moved to rest on her bare thigh, and his fingers stroked the sensitive skin above her knees.

May poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down in the armchair across from them, tucking her feet under her. “What do you want to do today?” she asked, opening the newspaper. “The weather's supposed to be nice.”

“I don't know,” Ocean said, leaning back against Jonas' chest. “I'm pretty comfortable right here.” She wiggled and Jonas' jaw tightened.

Ocean reached for another piece of pancake, chewed as her hand drifted down to rest on his. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed.

Jonas bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn't pull away because he didn't want to.

“We can all stay indoors, then. I have two romance books I got from the store,” May said before she focused on her newspaper. “Remind me to give you one, okay?”

“Okay?” Ocean nodded, with a forced smile, waiting for her mum to finish talking, and when she did, she focused on her dad.

Jonas' arm wrapped around her waist, and his hand found the bare skin of her hip, where her skirt had ridden up.

Ocean looked at her mum, to know how engrossed she was in what she was reading. When she was certain she could get away with another reckless move of hers, she grinned.

Her fingers found the waistband of his pyjamas, and Jonas's breath stopped.

“Ocean!” His hand shot down, and he grabbed her wrist to stop her before she could pull it down. “What are you—”

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to her lips as her eyes flicked toward May across the table. Her mother was absorbed in the newspaper and didn't spare them a glance. “She can't hear us.”

“That's not the point.” Jonas' grip tightened on her wrist, but he didn't pull her hand away. “Ocean, Baby Girl, please—”

Ocean's eyes softened at the word. She leaned closer, and her lips brushed his ear. “Yes, Daddy?”

His cock twitched at the word Daddy.

Her hand slipped free of his grip and went straight again to the waistband.

“Your mother—”

“Can you stop repeating that?” She hissed. “She will hear us if you keep talking!” Ocean's hand slid inside, and his hips jerked when she touched his cock.

She traced the length of his cock and he couldn't resist throwing his head back against the chair. His hands gripped the armrests.

“That's it,” Ocean purred. “Just relax, Daddy, and let me take care of you.”

She tugged at the waistband of his pyjamas and pulled them down just enough to free him.

Her thumb traced the vein along the underside as she spread the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he tried to pretend that his daughter wasn't stroking his cock at the breakfast table while his wife sat six feet away.

Ocean shifted on his lap to position herself. Her skirt had ridden up completely now, bunched around her hips.

She guided him to her entrance and the head of his cock pressed against her pussy. And for one infinite second, neither of them moved.

“Ocean, if you do this—”

“I know.” She met his eyes. “I know what I'm doing, Daddy.”

She sank until his cock was fully seated in her pussy. His hands flew to her hips. She was so tight despite it not having been up to 10 hours since Jonas fucked her.

Her head fell back, and her lips parted in a silent gasp.

“Oh God,” Jonas breathed, the words escaping without permission. “Oh God, Ocean.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I know, Daddy. I know.”

She moved. She was slow at first until she picked up the pace.

He looked up at her waist as she moved. Then, when she looked back at him, to see his expression, his heart ceased beating for a second. She looked beautiful. His daughter, his baby girl, was taking him inside her, and she looked beautiful.

The thought should have horrified him. It did. But beneath the horror, beneath the guilt and the shame and the voice screaming that this was wrong, there was something else. A warm tenderness and a love so tangled and broken that he couldn't tell where the father ended and the man began.

Her pace quickened, her breath coming faster. He could feel her beginning to tighten around him, her body chasing its release, and he knew he would not last much longer.

“Ocean,” he gasped, his hands gripping her hips harder. “I'm going to—”

“Inside me,” she said, her voice thick and desperate. “Come inside me, Daddy.”

The words shattered him. His release surged through him, hot and violent, his hips bucking upward as he released into her. She clamped down around him, and she shuddered through a climax, one she muffled by shoving a pancake into her mouth.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Jonas wrapped his arms around her as he held her close until they cooled down.

“Ocean,” he whispered. “You need to get off.”

She shook her head. “Not yet.” She shifted slightly. “Let's do it again.”

He wanted to argue. He wanted to lift her off, to set her aside, to pretend that the past few minutes hadn't happened. But his arms stayed locked around her, his body unwilling to let her go.

“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured. “I love you so much.”

May looked up from her paper when she reached the last page. She closed the newspaper and smiled at her husband, holding their daughter to his chest. “You two are so sweet together,” she said, and there was no suspicion in her voice. “I'm glad you're home, Ocean.”

Ocean's smile was so innocent that it fooled her mum. “Me too, Mum. Me too.”

She shifted again on Jonas' lap, and he bit the inside of his cheek, hard, and prayed that his wife wouldn't notice the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.