Either it’s a pointed remark because he overheard her earlier or not, I can’t tell.
“Oh, I’m the best, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, still trying to tempt him away, her hand placed on his shoulder. “Seriously. Maybe little Blaire should head up to bed and we can polish off the bottle together.”
There’s an anger in me and I’m trying to ignore it as I push myself up. “Yea, I’ll just go,” I say, and I don’t know what I want or hope to happen. I don’t want Samantha to fuck my dad, though, I know that much. But I don’t want him to fuck her, even more.
But much to my surprise, daddy sweeps me off my feet — literally! — and picks me up into his strong arms with such ease. He ignores Samantha entirely, with her big tits, and casual charm, as he carries me over towards the house.
“You should probably head home now, Samantha. I have to see to my girl now. I don’t think she’s taking to the wine,” he says, smiling at me as he takes me to the house.
I know it’s relief that I’m feeling in my chest though I don’t know why, not really. I suck in my lower lip and decide to just not question it for the time being, as I curl into his arms, the top of my bikini long forgotten.
As soon as we’re in the air conditioned house I start to feel a little better, and I take a gulp of cool air.
“This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not, sweetie. Just relax, it’ll be okay,” daddy assures me, never letting that handsome smile fade from his face as he carries me up the stairs. And passes my room, much to my surprise.
He instead takes me to his, placing me upon that massive king sized bed of his, with its thick, plush blankets, resting his knee upon the edge as he leans over me, stroking my cheek.
“You’re just a very good girl, that’s all,” he reassures.
I don’t realize it, but I start to tremble when I’m separated from his bodily warmth, and he notices it immediately. He leans in towards me, instead of bringing the blanket up, and I hear Samantha slam the door on her way out. She must be pissed, thinking I did this just to cockblock her. Though really, dads are totally off limit to friends.
My daddy — mine, all mine — sheds his jacket and tie, then presses in against me, warming me in his big, strong arms, one draped right over my bare chest as he strokes a hand over my hair and face.
“You’re the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen, angel,” he says to me so sincerely, his deep voice so ridden with emotion. “I’m glad it’s just us now because I’ve not had nearly as much time with you as I crave.”
It’s been so long since he held me like this, and I find myself to be putty in his hands. I melt into him, my dizziness passing with the thick sense of warmth and comfort I take in being held by him. His familiar scent surrounds me, and his words soothe my frazzled nerves.
“Jeremy dumped me,” I blurt out suddenly, and bite my lower lip in.
“I know,” he responds so casually, concern for me thick in his voice before he leans in and places a tender kiss along my temple. “You were too good for him by far anyhow. Just a placeholder doormat until you were ready for a real man,” he husks into my ear, squeezing his thick, bulging bicep into me as he holds me securely. “A real man who will support and care for you, for all your days. Keep you like the queen you deserve to be.”
My smile started to spread, those words so what I needed to hear as I dabbed a few melancholy tears from the corner of my eyes.
“It’s not fair, though,” I say gently, my brow furrowing, and I try to relax again. “Why’d he have to do it just before graduation?”
“Oh sweetie,” he says, rubbing his big, strong hand along my side, skirting the edge of my bare breast on down to my hip and thigh, then back again. “He just spared you from losing your virginity to a punk. A loser. Now you can lose it to a real man, who deserves it,” he says, kissing my cheek, then my neck. “You should lose it to a man who’s ready to give you everything he has. Not just a teen’s forty-five seconds of huffing and puffing.”
I laugh, but then his motions register to my slow moving mind, and I have to blink. His mouth feels so good as he brushes back my golden hair with his nose, his warm breath spreading over my delicate neck. It was like an electric shock going through me, and I started breathing quicker.
“Daddy?” I say, paying more attention to the way his finger was tickling over my flesh, skirting so close to my bikini line, then dangerously near the curve of my breast.
And I’m not going to deny it feels good. That it makes my skin prickle with need.
But I know it’s not right.
“I don’t want you to go away, sweetie,” he says to me, his words so gravelly and needful as his fingers come to the bow that’s tied at my hip, toying with it lightly. “Not now. Not ever. The thought of you going has been keeping me from working right… and I can do so much more for you. Keep you taken care of. Give you everything you need,” he said, that word ‘everything’, said with such poignancy as he tugged at the bow, undoing it, letting my thong come loose.
I sat up, pushing my fingers into the bed, and it was like everything came into high definition, crystal clarity, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.
He’d just tugged open my swimsuit, and I knew it wasn’t by accident. My daddy does nothing by accident, and I’m breathing so fast and wishing that my nipples weren’t so stiff from those teasing, tender touches he was doing. I’m completely exposed, and my lips fall open.
“Daddy?”
He rises with me though, kissing along my shoulder and neck as he peels back that little triangle just a bit before letting my thong drop between my thighs. His hand slides back up my side, cupping my petite breast, holding and squeezing it as if it were not the tiny morsel it was, and were instead some big tit that overshadowed Samantha’s.
“Stay with me, sweetie,” he says in a husk, slowly pulling back to look into my blue eyes. “Let me be your first. Your last. Your only. Daddy’ll take care of you like those boys never could,” he pledges to me with such sincerity.
I can’t believe what’s happening, and yet at the same time, I can. Suddenly I remember those little ways he used to look at me, those private smiles with the glint behind them. And I understood instantly the jealousy and possessiveness I felt back at the poolside.
I look at him as his hand moves to cup my face, and I know I’m bare before him, but I can’t help but feel a little excited. Strange, scared... yet his words...
They tease at my greatest desires.
Daddy’s kisses move closer inwards until, at last, they reach the corner of my lips. And I know daddy and I have exchanged what is dangerously close to a real, adult kiss.
“Only daddy could know you so well,” he husks, palming my breast and the stiff teat atop it, squeezing and kneading it so tenderly. “College is such a bore. And you’d only waste your time with horny college boys that are so beneath you, my sweet. But if you stay… oh, if you stay…” he says, taking a deep breath so his broad chest swells up as he moves to hover over my lips, head tilted to the side. “I’ll make you so happy. Get you anything you want.”
Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine, no pretense of it being a fatherly kiss. It was passionate, romantic. Lustful.
Though really, all pretenses of this being right or decent went out the window the second he traced along my breast, exposing my body to him.
So I knew it was going to happen, and I part my lips a little, a sigh escaping before I pull away. I can’t believe I just did that. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but his sweet, beautiful, wonderful words... I’m transfixed by them, and by the way he’s touching me with such reverence.
One of his strong hands rise up to my shoulder, guide me back to the bed, rubbing at my flesh as the other reaches to his chest and begins to undo his shirt, slowly revealing his hard, muscular pecs beneath, and the peppering of dark hair upon them.
“You lost your mother, but you have me. You’ll always have daddy,” he assures me
, shedding his shirt, to show off that magnificent, masculine form of his. More a man than any I’d ever seen in the flesh before, with rippling muscles, sculpted from hard work and exercise. “And you’ll never need to worry about school or work again, I promise.”
I’m watching, transfixed upon his body as my mouth parts with hunger and desire. I pull away, though, and my bikini bottoms fall to the side, exposing my shaven sex.
“We shouldn’t,” I say gently, and I don’t want him to agree, but I’m so scared. It isn’t at all what I thought my first time could be, and at the same time, it’s so much more.
He smiles at me in such a way, I think he’s going to pull away and end it all, push no further and comfort me in some other manner. With a cup of hot cocoa maybe.
“Don’t you see, sweetie? We should though. We should stay together. After all we’ve been through… you belong here with me,” he says, stroking his hand over my thigh, up to my hip, where his thumb wanders in towards my cunny, over the smoothly shaved area of my mons, as his other hand undoes his belt and I can see his trousers drop an inch, showing the lines from his hip pointing to his groin, where the neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair pokes out.
I’m feeling as though I’m in a waking dream, and my lashes flutter down.
Would it really be so bad?
He’d never leave me. Never dump me or discard me. He’d always be there, always has been there...
I bite down on my lower lip and am so much more aware of his gaze as it lingers over my stiffened nipples, the flat of my stomach, and down further. It’s a greedy stare, but one filled with love as well, not like the boys at school.
So needful, yet sincere. Daddy’s lust would never die, I felt it in my heart as well as my loins. Doubly so when he pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, letting that big, thick manhood spring out bare.
I’d never seen it before, of course, never stumbled upon him with it out — not like this anyhow! — and seeing it so nude was breathtaking. He was bigger than any I’d ever seen in the movies, and ribbed with such bulging veins, throbbing before me from his desire as he took hold of my thighs with both hands and spread them.
“I’ll love you ‘til the end of time, sweetie,” he pledges, leaning in and placing another kiss upon my lips, probing his tongue betwixt them as he leaned in, and I felt the brush of his purple tip against my folds.
I gasp, and I pull away again, but my head is spinning with desire and my body is so angry that I’ve moved from his touch.
His fingers skirt down along my calves, tickling them there for a moment as he smiles at me as if this was all under his control. Part of his wondrous plan for me.
He licks his lips as his hands roam back up over my smoothly shaven thighs and their soft skin, before sneaking in towards my inner thighs and stopping, but I hate him for stopping. I need his touch again. I’m just so scared that this was so wrong, that I was ruining everything.
“My sweet little angel,” he coos at me as if the moment were only half lewd and lustful, and half sweet and wholesome. His long fingers tickling and stroking my skin as his gaze soaks me in with such pride and need. He steals another kiss from my lips boldly and gives a deep, throaty moan.
“I want you to forget college,” he says between smacks of our lips together. “Forget all that nonsense… and stay with me. I’ll take you to all the parties. All the soirees. And make you a queen of this house, this city.” And I could feel another brush of his manhood against my cunny as it bobbed with need.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and that sends a wave of embarrassment and frustration through me. He’s so close, I can feel his cock, and I want it so bad. For my mind to be quiet and just let go of all my apprehensions and worries and fears.
To just give in to pleasure, to what feels so right.
Daddy’s lips move across my skin, from my lips on down to my neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his manhood teases me so mercilessly without his even needing to try. He gives a low, rumbling groan of desire that vibrates my eardrum before his words resonate in my ear.
“Daddy loves you baby… and more than that, he needs to fuck you,” he says so crassly, unlike anything I’d ever heard from him except when berating someone over the phone. “I need to slide my cock in you like I need water and food,” he says, his voice edged with a bit of a growl.
Those words are my breaking point, I guess. Or maybe it was because just after saying them, he found that spot on my neck that just turned me into a puddle of need because I can’t find the will to protest anymore. To fight something I want so bad.
“Ohh, there,” I whimper, and I know that he knows he’s broken my will, shattered my defenses.
Daddy shows no hesitation then, suckling, licking and kissing upon that spot, working it better than Jeremy ever did or could! All while those big, strong hands of his stroked my skin, squeezed my flesh and paid such reverence to me. I could feel how sincere my daddy’s desire was, it was something that resonated through his every action, unlike with Jeremy or other boys.
“You’re mine,” he growls out in between suckling kisses on my neck, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze me tight against his hard, muscular chest.
I’m putty.
His arms are all around my warm, sun-kissed skin, and he feels so good around me that my mind is going hazy and all that remains is his touch, his kiss on my skin. It feels amazing.
So amazing.
I’m breathing in as my hand goes to the back of his head, my manicured nails running through his hair as I coax him on.
It’s almost as if I can see daddy’s whole body swelling before me like a great beast awoke from its slumber, his lust rose in him from its long suppression. His back ripples with muscle, and he kisses my lips, my neck, on down my shoulder to my breast, my petite breast. And he pays it reverences like it was the finest, loveliest of its kind rather than a pale shadow of Samantha’s big rack.
“You’re such a gorgeous babe,” he growls at me, licking around my pink areola, teasing my nipple before suckling upon it, plucking at its sensitive nub.
I whimper at his words, at the way his teeth graze that sensitive bud to such hardness. I lick my lips, desperate for more of his touch, of the way he makes me feel so alive. As his fingers play along my skin, paying respect to each little part of me. Over the small birthmark on my hip, and circling it before going back up.
I still feel a little dreamy from the sun and the wine, and it relaxes me into the comfortable bed, into the comfort that his body is giving me.
Those big, hard hands of his grip my hips and he pulls me down the bed a few inches, repositioning me as if I were but a feathery doll. Daddy’s so strong and commanding, as always, and he positions me as he will, taking a moment to look over my body, soak it all in as I see his thick dick pulse with desire, bobbing before me.
“I’m gonna fuck your little pussy bareback, baby,” he says to me with a mix of tender love and gravelly need, his hand tracing down to tease against my puffy little wet labia.
“Oh,” I moan, and I feel like I’m floating in heaven, his touch exciting such a personal and private part of me. Making me feel so alive and loved.
His words don’t scare me at all. From any other guy, it’d sound like a threat, like something that I’d be terrified of, but with daddy, it was something else altogether. A promise, something to link us together for the rest of our lives, and I want that more than anything in the world. I want to feel him, with nothing to separate our bodies, nothing to hinder our desires.
Daddy parts my legs as he kisses down from my breast, peppering my taut tummy with his affections as he makes his way towards my cunny. He pauses, inhales deeply of my scent, and a shudder passes through him of excitement.
“Your cunt smells beyond delicious, sweetie,” he husks, right before bending down and kissing my pussy, then licking at my folds to get at my sensitive clit.
A jolt goes through me, and I cry out, my back ar
ching and my body feeling so good. Every part of me feels so alive, and I bring my hands to the bed, wrapping my fingers into the comforter and holding on as he kisses me so sweetly. My world stops, and all that remains is him and I.
Having a boyfriend that’d go down on you was so rare, they were all so full of themselves. And the few that did, were never any good. But daddy… oh god, daddy licked and swirled his tongue about my clit, worked my little pussy so masterfully, I was lost in bliss. He is an Adonis to look at, and a god of sex it seems. He has me quivering and moaning as he works my little snatch, unrelenting in how he tongued my sensitive mound.
My entire body feels flush and warm as the scent of sex starts permeating the air. I’ve never been so wet before, I know that much, and I’m practically losing my mind as I take in these little breaths and exhale moans of pleasure.
I cry out louder, and one of my hands releases the bed, instead going to his shoulder, and I want to push him away but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to do it. I guess he gets the idea that he’s pushing me to the brink, because he wraps his muscled arms around my thighs, tugging me in closer and not allowing me to run from him.
With daddy’s face buried in my pussy, he eats me out with such intense devotion to the act. His tongue moving, lashing at my clit as he stays locked in place, working my body so masterfully, never fumbling or missing, keeping me rising up that peak towards my climax, leaving me only his rippling, strong back to watch as he devours my slick womanhood.
I’m crying out and I barely realize it, my entire body just vibrating with the intense pleasure as it strikes me again and again. I scream, my vocal cords taut as my body begins to jerk and spasm as that rising tide consumes me, and I’m lost to the sea of bliss.
It’s such a blur, I’m not even aware of when it ended, and daddy rose his face up from between my thighs. But when I see him, he’s licking the last of my honey from around his lips, looking at me with a hunger of his own that now demanded to be sated.
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