All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My jaw falls to the ground — so wide, and so heavy, and no sound comes out. I blink, trying my hardest not to stare at Theresa's pussy, at how moist and pink it looks. She stands with her hands at her back, watching me expectantly — the look in her eyes wild, feral, and observant.“W-What are you doing, for Christ's sake?” I face palm, turning away. Doesn't she have any shame. Her father is downstairs! Also her little sister, Amelia.“I don't care, Max,” she rasps softly, taking a few steps to stand just behind me. I close my eyes and exhale as her long, thin hands wrap around my waist, as she hugs my back. “I've wanted this for weeks. Fuck, I've wanted this for months. I've wanted you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. Don't resist.”“This is nonsense, Theresa,” I say, but my heart is racing wildly, no longer because of fear, but of ecstasy. I'm glad to finally know that I'm not the only one having sleepless nights. Ever since Daniel brought his eldest daughter to my office

I'm a very disgusting man.Thinking about my best friend's daughter was never enough.Lusting over her body - her perfect-sized boobs, her perfect sturdy legs, her prim-shaped ass and big smile, and eventually jerking over to her pictures which I have saved on my phone every fucking night.It was never enough.And now I'm here, pawing at her while he snores loudly upstairs.Grinding her perfect ass into my lap. Playing messed up games with a stethoscope?I should be ashamed of myself.I am ashamed of myself.Don't know how I'll ever look in a mirror again after this.Theresa may be nineteen, a legal adult, and has already given me her consent.But she's way too young for me; way too off limits.I'll be fucking forty in a few months' time.Sadly, it's not enough to stop me, though. Not when I've been dreaming of her every night for months. Not when I barely managed to shrug her off a few days ago."Let's go on to the next phase, Theresa." Her throat shifts as she swallows, her breaths

I can't believe my luck.No, shit. This just feels so damn good to be true.Just how many times have I dreamed of this? Theresa, flushed, tender and smiling behind my locked office door; her grip tight on my white doctor's coat? Theresa staring up at me like that, hot and hungry?Too many times to count. This is better, though. This is real.Never going to let her go after this. Once I taste her, she's mine.The sounds of the hospital float through the closed door—the calls of doctors and nurses, the beeping equipment, the recorded announcements—but in this room, we're safe in our own world. My pulse thumps in my ears as I kiss Theresa's cheek, her jaw, her throat, trailing my lips over her soft, heated skin.My knees crack as I lower myself down to kneel before the bench. Theresa hums, winding her fingers through my hair."I can't believe this," she whispers.Her skirt rustles as her legs slide open wider. My eyes lock on the damp spot on her white panties. "Believe it," I tell her,

In the end, I barely have time to twist myself in knots over Daniel's reaction. We smooth our clothes into place, exchange hushed words and soft promises, then wander out of the hospital in search of decent coffee. And there, between two rows of glossy cars..."Max? Theresa?"The man I grew up with grins broadly, waving from twenty feet across the parking lot. He's standing with a tall, strong-looking young lad who's got his eyes on Theresa like a hawk's. Daniel heads toward us now, worry visible in the tired lines on his forehead. "Good Lord. Is everything alright? Casey told me you've been in there a while..."It takes a few seconds for him to notice, but I see the exact moment something clicks in Daniel's brain. It clicks the same in Casey's, the lad's mouth falling open. Daniel's frown deepens; his steps slowing down. His eyes flick between his daughter and I, measuring the distance between our bodies and scanning the flush on both our cheeks.We're both rumpled. Disheveled by our

Three years laterI lean back in my office chair at the end of my shift, bones aching with exhaustion. I'm still in green scrubs from surgery earlier, my white coat tossed across the desk from where I staggered inside here an hour ago. It's been one of those endless shifts, a blur of caffeine and stress, and all I could do when I reached the sanctuary of my office was collapse in the desk chair and type up my notes.Now my limbs are stiff. Tiredness squeezes my temples. Need to move; need to force myself upright and home to bed.The thought of my beautiful wife waiting for me there... that gives me a burst of energy. I sit forward with a groan, rolling my aching shoulders.There's a soft knock at the door. Theresa slips inside and I sit upright, some of the tiredness bleeding away at the sight of her. She's better than a double shot espresso at the end of a long day."Am I that late?" I squint at the clock on the wall, vision bleary."No." Theresa plucks at her slouchy gray sweater, sh