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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?”

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

The compelling desire building up inside me was a clear indication of that. “I’m yet to recover from cumming so hard,” I reminded James, as if he’d not been the one to make that possible. Chuckling, he shook his head slowly. “Daddy wants his baby, and daddy is going to have her.” His eyes glimmered with a desire that mirrored the one in my body.

But all these stupid inhibitions have made it all but impossible. And when Daddy pulled his... you know what out, to show me, you know, I felt this amazing pang of hunger and lust. I wanted to touch him, the way it bobbed in his hand as he stroked it, the way the veins popped out as he strained against all his girth. Even that image in front of me—all that dirty desire welling up instantly —couldn't get me to overcome my hesitations. I told Daddy I wanted to be with him, but that I didn't know if I could ever figure out how to see things differently.

I want to be fucked, thoroughly and completely, just taken… Oh, sure, I’ve had pleasant sexual experiences in my life, times when I felt turned on, times when I’ve even managed to climax with a man. But I’ve never felt wild desire, pure animal need, feral and dark and mind-shattering. With Daddy, though, that’s all I feel, all I want. “Daddy, I –” I break off, trembling, trying to work up the courage to get out the words. “Baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be afraid of what you need. I promise you, all I want to do is give it to you, whatever it is. Don’t you know that?”

“I want this so bad... you know how much I've always wanted to have babies of my own! I want to have your babies, Daddy! I want you to give it to me... I want you to shoot your cum in me, and make me yours! I want you to claim me! I want you to claim me with your cum! I want to be yours! Yours forever! I want you to breed me, Daddy! Please, please, pleeease!” “Oh, Gud... you naughty girl...” Daddy was growling, deep in his throat. And then it happened! Daddy was thrusting the hardest he'd done yet, pounding me down into the bed! “You want my cum in your pussy.... right? Then fucking take it, Baby!” Daddy was grunting. “Take Daddy's cum! Take it all!”

Daddy is nothing like the good fucker you fantasize. In smooth silence, I reach for the medal, unable to completely get my mind off playing my fingers around her wetness, feeling how smooth and thick she comes. The feel of it makes my muscles go rigid. My fingers greedily caress the face, drawing out every drop of her wetness, jealous of my own image. The only thing I want to collect her wetness is my palm. ‘Oh, fuck… Daddy will break you.’ Heavy moans light up my soul. The feel of her wetness drives me nuts. It's warm.

My stomach tightened as I opened my eyes slightly to see Darius smiling down at me wickedly but even at that, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life. “Now, I’m going to cum inside you, slut.” He said and I felt my cheeks burn as I imagined him pouring everything he had inside me, the thought of it was exhilarating. I’m going to have my brother’s sperm inside me. “Do it, Daddy!” I moaned, switching from calling him brother to calling him Daddy, “Fill me up with your cum, please.” I begged, waiting to feel his cum inside me. “Give it to me, Daddy! I want you to fill this needy hole until it overflows! I want your cum leaking out of me when you’re done.” I proclaimed, my body bur

God, he was already so hard for me. “Daddy…” I whispered, my voice needy and breaking as I kissed along his spine, tasting the salty sweat on his warm skin. “I’m so fucking horny. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it.” A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against my tits. He turned around slowly, towering over me, those diamond eyes staring down with pure hunger. I looked up at him, my own eyes full of raw lust and desperate need, biting my lip hard.

All I have on is my little shirt. He lays me on his bed. He spreads my legs and begins to lick me. “Oh daddy, yes,” I moan. Daddy suckles my clit and licks my pussy. It feels so good. I cannot wait to have his cock inside me. “Daddy, will you please give me some cock,” I say. “Now, Kendra, you know I do not like you to talk that way,” he says. “I know, daddy, but I want it,” I say.