All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was a struggle to breathe. I shifted, pulling away from him and rolling onto my back beside him. Then, looking directly into his eyes I whispered, "Then tell me to go away."He didn't answer.Lowering my voice even more, barely audible, I said, "Tell me to go away, daddy."My father slowly shook his head. He had a wistful smile on his face. Then he reached a hand to my face and placed two fingers against my cheek. Slowly, he trailed them down my skin. It was reminiscent of when he used to comfort me as a child, except now I was so charged with arousal, it had an unexpected effect on me emotionally. What I wanted warred with what I knew I couldn't have. And while my face was tingling from his touch, I felt an overwhelming sadness shove its way inside my head.My eyes rimmed with tears. I knew that look on my father's face. It was a look that told me that no matter how we might feel, nothing could ever happen between us. And I knew that somehow, he was right. There was no way this co

Dad's face contorted and his lips parted as he drew in gasping breaths. His eyes fluttered. I knew he was close. And I thought that if I could just get him to let go one time, he would stop fighting. I knew it wasn't rational, what I was doing. But I wanted it so bad, it ached! His body tensed beside me again."Stop," he said quietly.Still stroking him, I leaned a little closer and pouted at him. Then I asked, "Why daddy? I want to do this..."As if to emphasize my point, I tightened my grip while continuing to masturbate him. Up and down my hand moved, rapidly trying to pull him to release. His penis started twitching between my fingers."Please, Gracie..." he begged.His face looked so completely helpless. I could tell he didn't possess the physical or mental strength to make me stop anymore. He was too close. Only his words were left. I knew in that moment that if I wanted, I could push him over the edge. But he was my daddy and I loved him very much. I didn't want to hurt him. If

But he was still tugging his arm against my restraining grip. I finally let go of his wrist and his finger slid easily out of my vagina. Panting heavily, I squeezed my eyes shut. My entire body was a tingling, writhing mass of arousal. I had been right on the brink of release!Despite my extreme frustration, I sighed and said, "Oh daddy. You're being too moral about this." The second the words were past my lips, I realized just how strongly I believed them. My father was being too moral. And, more importantly, I realized that my own concept of right and wrong had shifted. I no longer felt like it was wrong to want my father. But how was I to get him to see it that way, too?We didn't talk anymore after that and I didn't do anything physical with him. I just laid beside him until I could tell he had fallen asleep. I was alone with my thoughts for over an hour. I felt like that had been the most progress we had made yet. I was frustrated, but it dissipated as I lay there. By the time I

I stopped moving my hand, instead just resting it on his softening penis. It still felt extremely hot to my touch, despite being insulated by his pants. His body kept trembling for a long time, sporadically. I wasn't exactly surprised, yet it was a shock to me just how much my own arousal had increased from doing this to my dad. It was way hotter than I could have ever imagined.Finally looking away from my dad's face, I glanced at his crotch. My eyebrows shot up into my forehead. There was an enormous wet spot on his pants, centered right where the tip of his penis had been when I made him finish. The wet circle was about eight inches across. It almost stretched from hip to hip.Still keeping my fingers wrapped around his shaft, I snuggled my way closer to him and laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating rapidly within. He finally wrapped an arm around me and hugged me closer. Mmmm. I felt wonderful. I had just give my father an orgasm for the first time and it made

We enjoyed our lunch for a half hour and then Ally wanted to go swimming again. She begged me to come, too, so I finally agreed. I realized that I hadn't wanted to go swimming earlier because of my sudden sheepishness to let my dad see me in my bikini. But at my sister's insistence, I finally took my shorts and cardigan off and headed out to the lake. Monica joined us a few minutes later and we ended up playing Marco Polo for a while. After that, Ally wanted me to try launching her in the air. Soon Monica wanted me to do the same and, by the time I was ready to get out and do a little sunbathing, my sisters were smiling happily.I got back to our blanket dripping wet. My dad had his sunglasses on, but I knew he was staring at me as I approached. He had his phone face down on his chest. He had probably been reading or watching YouTube or something. Grabbing my towel, I wiped my face and then did my best to soak up the water in my hair. Then I sat down on the opposite end of the blanket