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Without hesitation, Noah took him into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sucked. “Fuck— Noah—” Ethan’s hands flew to Noah’s hair, hips bucking involuntarily. The sight of Noah’s lips stretched around him, dark eyes locked on his, was almost too much. Noah hummed around him, taking him deeper until the head hit the back of his throat, then pulled off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” Noah rasped, voice wrecked. “I want to be inside you. Been dreaming about it.” Ethan nodded frantically, spreading his legs. “Yes. God, yes. I want that. Want you.”

David Anderson – Sarah's father and the very man who had been the object of my teenage fantasies. As he walked towards the house, I couldn't deny the instant magnetic pull I felt just by looking at him. My heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest as I recalled every reason why I had been so deeply taken with him in the past. My mind ran wild, and a deep longing crept into my veins, making my entire body ache with need. He was practically searing with heat, every inch of him ignited with a smoldering intensity. He still looked the same I remembered–more charming, if that was even possible. His salt-and-pepper hair framed his face in a way that made him look more mature and mysterious, and

“Daddy wants you full of him all night.” He rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs again, his muscular body caging me in. This time he took it slower — much slower. He kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth while his hands explored every inch of my body: squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my waist and hips like he was memorizing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “Been driving Daddy crazy for years. Those little outfits you wear around the house… the way you call me Daddy with that sweet voice… I’ve jerked off thinking about ruining you more times than I can count.”

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

He kissed her thighs and looked at her through hooded eyes. “Tell me what you want. Tell Daddy what you want and he will give it to you.” “I want you, Daddy. I want you to Fuck me so hard Daddy. So hard till I can feel my legs no more. Until I'm screaming my throat raw and Daddy is screaming with me.” her eyes were heavy with the need to offload all of this desire.

He reaches now with his other hand, and circles my clit with his thumb. I squeeze my eyes shut, my back arching. “Ah!” “So needy. Such a slut. A needy, wanton whore, desperate for my dick. Tell me how bad you want it.” “I want it. Oh, I want it so bad. Please, Daddy… Please give me your dick.” “You want Daddy to fuck you good?” “Yes… Yes!” “You want Daddy to make you scream?” “Oh, please!” “Then fucking brace yourself.” I reach behind me and grab my pillow with tight fists.

"Aah... Alex, please. I can't take it anymore. Please, give me that, Daddy." "Oh my God, Jared, you're driving me crazy! We shouldn't be doing this here, at a time like this. Soon you'll be engaged to my daughter!" "You know I only love you, Daddy. Please, touch me now, I can't take it anymore! I want you in my body. Fill me, Daddy." "Ugh, you are my slutty sexy boy, spread your legs, Baby, I need to prepare you a little. Ah, you are so sexy in this suit!"

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

Daddy’s softening cock jerks as he groans. The taste is salty and bitter, but when I look up to find his eyes burning with desire, I realize that I would do anything to please Daddy. I want him to want me. Even something that might not turn me on with someone else is so hot as long as it makes Daddy hot for me. “This weekend,” Daddy growls. “You’re mine.”

That had been his actual response to his friend that fateful day. That was also the day she was beginning to put all the hints she had been given together that her boss could perhaps liked her. "What does Jayce mean?" Joyce spat. She remembered that was what he called them, or perhaps James, when he was approaching them. "Oh,that? It's J-A-Y-C-E. J-A is from James while the Y-C -E is from Joyce. Sounds cool, right?" Dami was a chubby man of James's age, but physically, one would think he was James' father. He had a very laughable physique.