All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dionne.It was morning. The kitchen was normal: bacon was cooking, coffee was making. But the air felt heavy because of what happened last night. I pushed the door open.“Morning, Daddy,” I said. My voice sounded a little rough.I walked behind him and put my arms around his body, pressing close. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just this thin, white, see-through shirt.My breasts pressed into the wide surface of his back. The rubbing right away sent a strong wave of heat through my body.“Fuck,” I thought. “This feels so good.”I closed my eyes and breathed him in. I stood there breathing for a moment, letting the heat from his body go through my shirt and into my skin. My nipples were already poking against his back. I breathed and let myself feel close to him.“Everything okay, doll?” he asked. His deep voice vibrated in my own chest. He didn’t move. He just stayed still at my touch.“Yeah…Daddy…everything is okay,” I made myself say as I pulled away. I couldn’t stay like that longer withou

** Robert’s Pov *** I didn't know whether to stop her or not. I love it. However, she's innocent and still a virgin. I was her stepdad, I should have stopped her… but I couldn't because I was enjoying it. “Ahhh fuck honeyy, yess doll.” Right now, I wanted to dig my cock deeper inside her pussy. I wanted to feel how it would feel to be inside her youthful virgin cunt, but I couldn't; she's my stepdaughter, and my best friend’s daughter as well. The steam filled the bathroom, making it my personal, wet hell, where the boundaries of morality melted away in the grey mist. My head was a storm of desire and loathing. God! Her breasts were larger than her mother's, I thought, the idea washing over me with an animalistic shock, blurring my vision. I wanted to shove my face into them, to feel the firm young mounds against my tongue, to suck on them until we both went crazy. Her pink tits were all that was visible through the steam. An overpowering force that I couldn't control anymore pus

DionneIt had been three days since I fucked my daddy, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about the feeling of his big, thick cock on my pussy, his mouth on my boobs. When I closed my eyes I saw his face; when I moved, I felt the ghost of him still in the deepest parts of me.I wanted to fuck him again. The feeling—that hot pulsing between my legs; that deep, almost overwhelming need for him, and that feeling of him pounding, of his balls hitting against the entrance of my pussy with each massive stroke—wouldn’t leave my mind.“Daddy…please come fuck your girl.” The sheer wanting of that—the need for that raw, powerful pounding to happen all over again—just sent me to a whole new level.I was already naked; my whole body was already flushed and sensitive to the cool air conditioning in the room. I started grinding my pussy on the soft sheets, and my back was already starting to arch as I lost myself in the thought of him towering over me.Oh shit, I thought he was coming—I heard

Dionne“I’ve been out of my mind, Dina…The moment I looked at you or heard you breathing in the next room, I felt like the devil craving what he wasn't supposed to, and the entire time you’ve been the one calling the shots.”He loomed over me, his cock already throbbing harder against my leg.“Daddy… stop talking and just fuck me.”“You have absolutely no idea what you’ve unleashed here… Are you ready for me to finish it? For you to truly understand what happens when I let go of every pretense and inhibition?” he asked.“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my chest against him and arching into him. “Prove it… I want to see how bad you’ve wanted me, daddy…Don’t stop until I can’t walk.”“I want to hear you screaming my name, Daddy.”A primal fire lit his eyes, burning away the last leftover of his confusion and replacing it with raw dominance.His hands came down to clamp around my hips, squeezing the hell from my flesh and pressing himself against me until he was ready once more.No more holdi

DionneIt was morning, and the bright light was flooding the dining room, making it feel disgustingly homey.“Morning, honey,” they greeted me, and I forced myself to greet them back, my throat burning.Breakfast was already being set out on the table. I was extremely surprised to find my mom setting out breakfast with my dad for the first time… I had never seen her like this. Her eyes smiled, and the corners crinkled as her hand glided smoothly over the plates.“What has changed in her over this trip?” I thought to myself, looking for some sign of the strict woman she used to be. “Did she drink some holy water?“Come… sit and have breakfast, honey,” she said, her voice warm and inviting. Robert and I glanced at each other; her expression was an utter mystery to me. He was as confused and surprised as I was, perhaps even more so.I sat down hesitantly and had my first breakfast with my mom after fourteen years. The clink of cutlery against plates and the smell of fresh coffee should h