All Chapters of Her Daddy's Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

 “Take out my cock, baby. It won’t take me long. Tell Daddy how much you want it.”“I’ve always wanted your cock, Daddy.”I reach into his underwear and wrap my hands around the solid, hot flesh. It’s bigger than I thought it would be.My fingers don’t get anywhere near each other as I circle his shaft with them. When he springs free, there’s a drip of precum at his slit. I want to lean down and taste it, but he doesn’t give me a chance.“This has to be fast and hard. We’ll get to the really good stuff later.”He wraps his hand around mine and squeezes hard, much harder than I would have ever thought would be pleasurable for him. Then he moves my hand up and down his shaft.His skin is so soft, even as it encases something so hard. He pulls my hand off him, and I’m just about to protest when he brings my palm to his mouth and licks it. My jaw dro

 “Holly. Shit. So tight. So hot. I want to keep my cock deep inside you forever. Daddy’s never going to get enough of this sweet little pussy.”I concentrate on his words, the growl of his tone. He’s never going to stop fucking me. I moan as the burning starts to dissipate.“I know. You need time to adjust, but fuck if I can hold myself back.Holly, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t handle it. I’m not sure how long I can last.”His words are jarred by his hips as he slams into me over and over. My body finally catches up, making sure I’m wet enough to handle him, stretching to accommodate him. After a few more thrusts, the pain is completely gone, and I only feel pleasure.“Holly,” Daddy groans, “You’re taking Daddy’s cock so good. My sweet little cherry. Mine forever.”I tighten my inner muscles at his words, not purposefully, but it&

Why am I so dizzy? That usually happens after five or six beers, not two.Not that I have that much experience with alcohol. Mom’s too strict for me to be able to let loose more than the two or three times I’ve tried.I should never have gone to a college party with my friend Violet. I look around the room for her. She’s not my best friend, but we're both staying local to attend college. Her because she got a scholarship, me because my mom’s tightening the reins.My grandfather is paying for my education, but only if I maintain the family values they require. Underage drinking is definitely not one of those values.It doesn’t matter that Mom drinks enough wine to support all the liquor stores in a ten-mile radius. I am not allowed to because my grandfather doesn’t like it.Being eighteen doesn’t give me the freedom I’d hoped for. Mom agreed to let me live in an apartment near campus, but only if I fulfill all her stipulations.I have to live with one of the girls from our church, en

I giggle a little. “I’ve never heard you swear before. And now you can’t seem to go one sentence without saying fuck.” With wide eyes, I cover my mouth. “I said it,” I say against my hand.I’ve thought about the word a thousand times, but I’ve never said it out loud.It’s a little freeing.“I said fuck,” I tell him as if he might not have heard.But Daddy doesn’t look at me, at least not at my face. His gaze is tracking up and down my body. If I thought I was hot before, now I’m burning.“I feel like I’m on fire.”“You’re not the only one,” Daddy mutters. “If you weren’t wasted…”More than anything, I want him to finish that sentence.“How much did you drink tonight?” He asks.I try to remember. “I think I had two beers.”“That’s not enough to have you burning up. Did you pour your own drinks both times? Did you leave them unattended at all?”I look at him, unsure if I even kept track of that.Daddy shakes his head. “Your mother thinks keeping you innocent will protect you. What it

I hear the other car back out of the driveway, but I don’t turn to look. I can’t take my eyes off Daddy as he watches me.“Your face is as red as a cherry,” he says. “Are you running around without any panties on?”“No! I have panties on.”“Show me.”“H-how? Just…”His lips curve up. “Just lift your skirt, sweetheart. Show Daddy what you’ve got on under there.”I turn toward him. I hadn’t even thought to put my seatbelt on yet, so nothing is restricting my movements.Pressing my back against the car door, I move my feet up onto the seat.Daddy turns toward me as well. I watch the rise and fall of his chest. His gaze lowers and sharpens as I grip my skirt.I slide the hem up my thighs, spreading my legs as I do. My panties are already wet with just the anticipation of him seeing me.“Fuck,&rdquo