Chapter 9

BPOV

When I finally got down from off of cloud nine, I was surprised to find that Charlie was not back from work yet. The house was strangely empty, and for a moment, my slightly jealous heart skipped to every worst-case scenario possible.

Maybe he was with another girl. Maybe he didn't think I was pretty enough or experienced enough. Maybe he is having second thoughts!

I had to force the rampant thoughts out of my mind. I knew I was being overly dramatic - that part of me had grown exponentially since our escapades started - and Charlie was probably just caught up in a lot of paperwork or an especially gruesome bear attack and would be home in no time. He wasn't usually one to stray from routine, and there was nothing that I wanted more than make coming home and making love part of said routine.

But still, even with that reassurance, having an empty house was not all that fun. I was still extremely bored…and the more I thought about it I was extremely horny. Thinking of sex on the daily must've riled me up. Anything seemed to do that now, and I really needed to learn how to control it. Even though it was a useful tool when I needed it, my sex drive was starting to get in the way of my everyday life.

And obviously my libido was not going to let me rest any time soon, not now that I excited myself. The dull throb between my legs that had become somewhat of a constant was beginning to grow stronger the more I dwelled on it, seemingly knowing what I was thinking. I knew what I had to do, my fingers creeping down to the waistband of my skirt, ghosting over the sensitive skin there, and I shivered.

No, I couldn't do this here, not in the kitchen where I would make Charlie dinner whenever he came home. Not that I'm sure he wouldn't mind eating food from where I had relieved myself in the most intimate of ways, but the thought of it made me feel bad. I wanted to please Charlie, not weird him out. Besides, if he decided to come home and I was douching right in the middle of the room…well...

Now that I thought about it, the idea did turn me on in an extremely kinky way…but no. I dislodged my fingers from my hips and picked up my bags, trudging up the stairs as my body yelled at me from neglect. One would think that I was torturing myself the way my folds curled in on themselves, practically begging for attention, as if they could get off by themselves.

Throwing my bag on the ground, I unzipped my skirt and pulled it over my thighs to my knees, falling back on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. I had started masturbating when I got to middle school, and after all my years, I found that this was my favorite position, especially because I could dig my heels in the bed frame whenever the tension got too much to bear. Now…now I was not sure what was too much. Maybe this wouldn't even work anymore. I was about to find out either way.

The first stroke down my engorged labia was pure heaven. I threw my head back and sighed like a thirsty man lead to water. I drank in the pleasure as I lazily stroked myself, tormenting my folds a the pace. I wanted to enjoy this, milk this moment for all it was worth. If anything, sex with Charlie taught me to savor every last sensation, even if I was the one causing it.

Well, it was really the thought of Charlie that was spurring me on. I used to think that Jacob was the only guy who turned me on, but boy was I wrong. In fact, now I was not even sure how I was turned on by him in the first place. He was all muscle and show, a shell to protect his sexuality, but Charlie? He was a man, pure and simple. He was pleasure and sensation and feeling. He was pain and tightness and heat. He was everything I craved, everything that I needed inside me as my fingers hastily tried to compensate for the lack of his huge manhood.

"Oh," I let out a muffled moan, trying not to cause to much noise though I was not sure why…it was not like anyone else was around to see me.

And then I looked up, and my heart stopped in its tracks. My throat ran dry and the fog of pleasure lifted almost instantly, replaced with both a sense of shock and unsettling shame.

Because he was standing there, his eyes devouring me with blown black pupils. I hadn't even heard him come in, or up the stairs, but there he was, stalking me like prey. I stared at him in heated anticipation, my breath hitching up to my chest as I watched him move ever so slowly to me. He kneeled upon the bed, not breaking eye contact except to glance between my legs at my dripping pussy.

His calloused fingers gripped my thighs, pulling them further apart as he bent down, his head lost from my line of vision. He pried my hands away from my folds, languidly sucking on each drenched finger before pinning them above my head. I tried to squirm free of his grip, but he only shook his head, shushing me into obedience. I was entranced by his show of dominance but was completely enthralled with myself when presented with the idea of sudden submission. I was thrilled with it…like my body craved being taken over by someone else.

I could not see what Charlie was doing, but all the sensation of anticipation exploded through my body and tore me apart at the seams. And then his tongue was all that I felt, the wet scratchy surface licking its way up my folds, and I cried out as my whole body shot alive, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth, greedy for more attention. But he pinned me down with his elbow, roughly denying me what I so craved. I mewled as he lifted my leg over his shoulder, allowing deeper access to my core and I whimpered as his lips buried past my folds, tongue plunging in and out of my heat at a blinding pace. I was squirming and writhing under his weight, my body a hot, coiled mess.

All I wanted to do was break my hands free and lace them through that lovely hair of his and hold him to my crotch forever. His pleasure was a drug, one that I could not get enough of. The bristle of his mustache and the skill of his tongue were divine. It was pure torture not to be able to hold him, my wrists burning as his skin rubbed on mine fiercely, surely chafing it until it glowed an angry red.

But one nip to my clit and I was gone, my whole body flashing with fire before I felt the bliss of release. Charlie's mouth remained open inside of me, milking me for all I was worth.

When he finally let me go, he sat up, licking his lips, and I shuddered at the sight, my own chest flushed and heaving as I tried to compose myself. I barely got a breath in edgewise before he leaned over to kiss me roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth, making me taste my own cum. I nearly gagged, but Charlie didn't notice, nor did he care. This was also a new side of him, a rougher, less considerate side. Even when he banged me on the kitchen counter he noticed my reactions, and I was curious as to where this lovemaking was going.

"Your turn," he said roughly as he broke the kiss, and suddenly I was being pulled off the bed and onto my knees, eye level with Charlie's hardened cock. In the heat of the moment I couldn't remember when he shed his pants, but he was already turned on, the head of his member leaking. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I was hesitant. And completely horny. I wanted nothing more than to take him inside my mouth, but I had no idea how - I was still a virgin orally since Jacob had such a phobia of everything I had to offer, even my mouth - and he was just so big. I was sure I would choke. The fear must've shown, because Charlie's expression softened just a little in his attempt to soothe me.

"Have you done this before?" he asked, taking his cock in his hands and pulling up and down a few times to get himself even harder.

I shook my head quickly, my eyes never leaving his cock that was twitching ever closer to my lips with new attention.

"It's okay baby. I'll guide you."

He strung his fingers through my hair and tugged my head until I was centimeters from the engorged flesh. My anxious breaths puffed around the shaft, and Charlie let out a noise from deep within his chest, something primal and completely delicious.

"Now, take a deep breath and open your mouth," Charlie instructed rather darkly, his baritone voice now a whole octave lower with arousal. "And don't panic. I'm right here."

I nodded and did as he said, trying to calm my thundering heart. I trusted Charlie, and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me.

So I opened my mouth wide and Charlie tugged my head over the tip of his cock. I nearly spat it back out immediately, pulling away at the foreign intrusion, changing my mind about the situation, but Charlie kept my head in place.

"No baby. Don't do that. I'm right here; you're doing fine."

I nodded shakily, trying to adjust to all the new sensations. He was right – it was very hard to breathe with a giant dick shoved in my mouth, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make my head spin. This was not nearly as easy or romantic as the girls at school had described it. Charlie went a tad too fast and stretched out my jaw to an uncomfortable width, making it sore very quickly, and his pubic hairs were scratching the roof of my mouth, making it itch.

"I'm gonna keep going Bells," he told me, and I felt my head get pulled along past the tip and along his shaft.

Even though I didn't want to go on, it wasn't as unpleasant as before now that I was used to it. My jaw had adjusted and the bitter taste of sweaty skin was starting to disappear. But I was still unsure as of what to do, and for a moment I just sat there between Charlie's legs as I looked up at him expectantly.

When he said nothing, I tried to mumble "What do I do next," but stupid me, talking is just a little impossible with a mouth full of cock. But Charlie's response startled me, his back arching up, hips snapping and pushing a little further down my throat as he let out a guttural moan.

"Jesus Bella…" he cursed, dropping his head. He looked feral now, relishing the sight of me between his thighs.

Slowly he pulled out of my mouth, and pushed back in, his eyes squeezing shut at the motion. He did this a few more times, until it felt like my lungs would explode for need of air.

"Breathe in through your nose baby girl…that's it…" He instructed before going back to rocking into my mouth. I could tell he was trying to go slow to not hurt me, his face twisting into pain more than pleasure at the very slow, basic rhythm. I could taste the drips of precum trickling down my throat and grimaced at the taste.

Charlie was getting frantic now, his thrusts faster and a little deeper each time. He wasn't even fully seated in my throat, but I could tell he wanted to be by the way he tried to inch past my gag reflex.

"Touch me baby, touch me!" he cried a moment later, his chest heaving and panting with stress.

I obeyed and reached for his testicles hanging low and tense in front of me. He let out a high-pitched whine as I squeezed them, kneading them between my fingers. I reached out to work the rest of his cock between my fingers, and I knew I had lost him as I dragged my hand languidly up the visible shaft remaining.

His fingers tightened in my hair until they were painful and bruising. He was in complete control now, yet out of control at the same time, his nails digging into my scalp as he unceremoniously shoved himself all the way down my throat. I gagged, my entire body heaving and curling in on itself, but Charlie pushed me back up on my knees, snarling as he fucked my mouth.

"Don't pull back you slut! I'll fuck your mouth however I like!"

And he brutally assaulted my mouth then, snapping his hips up and down as he repeatedly hit my gag reflex. I tried not to, but tears rolled down my face as I struggled for air.

This was masochism plain and simple, but I was in no place to stop him. He was my father, and a man nearly twice my size, but that wasn't the real reason I stopped him. In all honestly, as got used to the abuse, I realized that I liked it. Deep down inside, the submissive part of me liked the pain of my father's member choking me. I started to imagine other ways he could choke me, and involuntarily moaned at his thrusts, the vibrations causing him to throw his head back and cry out.

I knew he was terribly close, the veins on his rock hard dick straining for release. His face was flushed red as I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him in further, and he stood up from where he was sitting in order to get a better angle, deep-throating me as far down as he could.

"Yeah…yeah…God fuck yeah! Get me off you little cum slut! Make daddy proud! Make daddy proud of his little whore!"

I didn't know if it was the new dominant Charlie, the filthy talk, or the deeper angle that just made me lose it, but I moaned and bit down on his cock, eliciting an indecent shout from his mouth. And as I pulled on his testicles, rubbing them as quickly as I could between my palms, I felt him spasm, his hips jerking up and down, making my head bob with him.

"Fuck yes!" he cried as he hit orgasm, his back arching. But he did not let me go, his hot cum spurting into my mouth as he forced me to remain on him. I did gag, the pungent taste of his seed making me revolt for whole new reasons. Charlie looked down at me threateningly, his eyes stormy as if I had offended him.

"Swallow Bella. Swallow my cum. Now."

It was the thunder in his voice that made me obey, and so I swallowed the poison with a thick gulp. Only then did Charlie release me from his grasp and allow me to slump to the floor.

I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air but my throat was worn raw and it hurt to breathe. Talking was also painful as I tried to ask for water but no words would come out. I could feel my swollen lips flaming up, and my jaw muscles were probably torn, but it was worth it. Charlie was happy, so I was happy to have pleased him.

I could feel his eyes scanning over my wrecked state in appreciation, no doubt admiring his work.

"That was probably the best amateur blow job I've ever had," Charlie proclaimed, making me blush, even though it was really nothing to be proud of. Charlie had had other blowjobs, better blowjobs, and that just made my blood boil a little. I wondered for a second if I was better than my mother, but then cast the thought aside. I was not going to ask Charlie to compare my sex to my mother's. There are some lines that never, ever needed to be crossed, even when fucking your middle aged father. I mean, I just got him to get over the fact that I was his daughter! I didn't need to scare him off again.

But God, he was just the best sex ever. I'd only really ever had one other sexual partner, but compared to Jake my father won hands down. At least Charlie knew how to please a lady.

He pulled me up to his chest to kiss me, pulling me out of my thoughts, his tongue seeking out his essence this time and it felt completely and totally erotic, us tasting each other and ourselves at the same time. We sat there for a moment, Charlie nibbling on my already angered lips and me grinding slowly on his less than flaccid dick. We both knew what we wanted, but the real question was if we would ever be able to stop once it started. I knew that I was being needy tonight, but what I didn't count on was how horny Charlie would be. Now that we were both heated, my body tingled at the anticipation of wild, hours-long sex.

"That was wonderful baby," Charlie rumbled, his fingers wandering down my breasts until they found purchase on my nipple, tweaking it until the rosy bud stood at attention. "But perhaps I should fuck you properly now…"

"Oh daddy…" I moaned, but I didn't get much chance to say any more before I was flipped over on my back, more than ready for round two.

Charlie POV

As I collapsed on top of my daughter, my taught and straining muscles losing all ability to keep me upright after the fourth round of our lovemaking, I was wondering if I would ever get used to this. Bella was just so perfect, and just the thought of her tight little body wrapped around mine was enough to commit any sin. I mean shit, I had promised myself that I was going to fuck Bella out of her mind when I got home, but I hadn't expected that little show. The thought of her legs spread wide, her excited fingers going far too fast against her beaded nub to get any sort of release... That was when I decided to intervene. She needed to be sexed properly, and some furious masturbation was not enough to ease the ache of a throbbing need, that I knew from enough nights spent on Pornhub or Hotties with Bodies: Forks Edition. Nothing compared to the real thing.

And God, Bella was so much better than the real thing! Even her inexperienced, virgin mouth gave one of the better blowjobs of my life. I could only imagine what she would be like with practice…oh god, the thought alone was enough to make me hard, the idea of a nightly blowjob from my little girl too much to handle. Thank the lord I was already exhausted, and she was too, or I would be on her ass again so fast…

Ass…anal. We'd have to try that sometime. I'd never done it before, but sweet Jesus if her pussy was always that tight, I could only imagine the other entrance…

But not right now. Not at nearly five in the morning when my darling little girl was curled up at my side, her exhausted, sweaty skin plastered next to mine, arms and legs all intertwined as they were always meant to be. She looked so peaceful when she slept, not breakable and heartbroken like she had been for the longest time, and not like the vixen I was slowly getting to know in the bedroom. She was just Bella. And she was perfect.

When I was sure she was asleep I got up from bed and showered, cleaning off all the evidence of our coupling. I didn't really do sticky or cuddling, and hopefully Bella wouldn't notice either. She was always a heavy sleeper, so it was safe to assume that she would not miss me for a few hours as I did some paperwork before I could sneak back in the sheets.

The water was searing hot, and for a moment, it stripped away my post-coital haze, the guilt of fucking both my daughter and a minor coming back at me full force. My cop's conscious was ripping me to shreds, but I managed to put them all at bay.

"Shut up!" I hissed menacingly to the voices.

Bella and I figured this out. We can make this work. That's what two people in love did right? They made the impossible work.

In love? Did I really just think up the words in love to describe my relationship with Bella? Attraction, yes. Like, yes. Lust, definitely. But love? Love was pushing it. I loved her with all my heart, but in love was something that I was not sure I could commit to. But then again, if my subconscious was saying it…

I stole another glance over to the sleeping beauty, her deep brown locks strewn across her creamy alabaster face that was still flushed with arousal. She was so fair, such a beauty both inside and out. I knew that all the high school boys wanted her. That queer Jacob couldn't satisfy her. And that made me fiercely protective.

No one could pleasure my baby girl. No one but my. She was mine, and mine alone, safe where no one could hurt her again.

The possessiveness of my thoughts caught me off guard. Okay…maybe I did feel more deeply for Bella than I thought, but love? Okay, maybe love, but there was definitely more lust, at least at this point. All I really wanted to do was wreck the tiny, plump little ass of hers again until she begged me for release…

Turning from the bed where I had subconsciously stalked, I moved to the wooden dresser to pull out another white button down, standard issue for the police uniform. Bella loved those shirts, the way she popped the buttons one at a time until they were all open, and only then would she allow herself to touch my chest. God she was so seductive!

Laughing to myself, I gathered up my pants from the floor, pulling my boxers up in the process. I was just about to fasten the silver buckle of the navy slacks when I heard my phone go off, the buzz barely audible over the hum of the radiator.

I sauntered over to the phone, the screen lighting up to indicate a new text. But my smile faded as I realized who it was.

"Shit," I cursed, truly and genuinely upset.

Because Evie Winters had just texted me. With a case. And a selfie.

Of course, later when I asked her, the photo of her holding a coffee cup as she looked through some criminal evidence would be passed off as totally accidental. The screen must've "accidentally flipped". But any photo with that much deliberate cleavage wasn't anything but purposeful.

Oh Evie, how I despise her and her perky attitude! With her overly-helpful demeanor, perfect platinum blonde hair and rocking body, round tweed-clad ass in skirts that were just a tad too short so that when she bent over I had the perfect view of her –

I forced my mind to stop to a halt right there, my phone skittering to the floor and out of my hands.

No. I could not be falling into that vixen's trap! I had Bella, and Bella was perfect in every way. Bella let me use and abuse her; Bella let me take her virginity away and show her whole new meanings of the word passion and love. Bella took care of me when I was at my lowest, and I knew she would again if I ever needed it.

But then again…Evie was a woman, and a sexual woman at that. It was obvious that she wanted me, and I was sure that she was picking up the hints that I was a horny mess whenever she entered the room. I was practically wrapped around her finger, as ashamed as I was to admit it. I knew it wasn't long before I was lost to her, so this problem needed to be taken care of, and soon. Otherwise there'd be chaos on my hands, and there was nothing else in this world worse than fighting mistresses.

But wait, what? Evie wasn't my mistress! I hadn't even kissed her, or touched her in so much as a sensual way. But that didn't exactly stop me from dreaming about her matured body so much plumper and richer than Bella's mounting me and making me come for hours without worry of a condom or public shame. Evie…just the thought of her was dangerous, and some small part of me liked the dangerous, if only a little.

Still, I hated her at the moment, dragging me away from my irresistible pleasure toy and newly-minted lover. But I couldn't really blame Evie for that; I'll just give Alan shit for the early call when I got to the station. Whatever was so important to call me out so early had better be good. I'd have a lot of apologizing to do when I got back. Bella didn't like being left alone after sex. Something about abandonment, and I kick myself over that constantly. It really is my fault for up and running after that first time. Maybe if I had stayed she wouldn't be so damn clingy after.

But still, even in her faults she was perfect. And she deserved to know. So I walked over to the bed once I finished pinning on the badge to my uniform and placed small, soft kisses over Bella's face like I used to when she was a child. I watched her face relax into an easy smile as she stirred slightly, but not waking.

Happy she was still out, I wrote down an apology note, just a quick line telling her I would be out for the rest of the day for an all call, and that make-up sex was implied once I got home. That would be sure to brighten her mood.

Grabbing my keys off the dresser, I turned to leave the room, careful not to slam the door and wake the princess. I descended down the stairs and left for my car, ready for the commute to work and what was sure to be another hellish day.

I had exactly twenty-one minutes to practice steeling myself against Evie's advances, twenty-two minutes to fail, and even less time to figure out how to get out of that fucking date on Tuesday.