I didn’t hear him come home. That’s the stupid part. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you think you’re safe. My bedroom door was half-open. I was on my hands and knees on the bed, ass up, face in the pillows, and Jake was behind me, balls-deep, fucking me like he was trying to break something. My skirt was shoved up around my waist. My panties were somewhere on the floor. I was dripping, making wet, dirty sounds every time he slammed in. I moaned into the pillow. “Harder… fuck, Jake—” Then the door swung all the way open. I froze. Jake froze. For half a second nobody moved. Daddy stood there in the doorway. Still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, keys in one hand. His eyes went from my face to Jake’s hands on my hips to the stretch of my cunt around Jake’s cock. His face didn’t change much. Just that quiet, cold look he gets when he’s about to lose it. Jake scrambled backward so fast he almost fell off the bed. His dick slapped against his stomach, shi
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