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I stared at my father as I looked into his blue eyes. I knew he was thinking over the idea of him and me being together.
"I love you daddy." I said grabbing his hand into mine; I shivered at the feeling of his rough and callused hand into my baby like soft hand.
"I love you too, baby girl." He said making my heart beat faster then it usually did.
"Then kiss me if you really love me." I said.
"Your uncle is outside, he could catch us." Daryl said looking at his hand that was enlaced with mine.
"If you love me, you wouldn't care." I said making my father bit his bottom lip as he stare at my bedroom door. He looked at me and raised his hand that was enlaced with mine. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers tip touching my cheek his hand sliding to cup my cheek felling his finger grab my curls
"Is this what you really want, Lucy?" He asked in a serious tome making me open my eyes and see how close he was to me. I nodded. I felt his hand that was on my cheek to the back of my neck.
"If you really want this then you can wait until your uncle is gone." Daryl said to me kissing me slowly on the cheek than stood and walked out the door. He stopped at the door and looked behind.
"Tonight." Was the only thing he said then left.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I was wearing one my lacy gowns that my friend gave me for my 18th birthday. I looked myself; I couldn't help but feel nervous. I really wanted him. I think it was because he was there for me. He was the only person I trusted over the years when I started to become a women. He was the man that would kiss my booboos when I got hurt playing in the backyard when I was younger. He was the man that taught me how to drive. He was the man that drove me to my first year in high school and looked at me and told me that I was going to be the smartest and the most beautiful girl in the school knowing that I was scare. I once again looked at myself in the mirror and tucked my hair behind my ear then shut off the lights. I walked slowly to my father's room. My bare feet touching the carpeted covered floor. I saw the wooden door at the end of the hall. I took a deep breath and walked towards it. I opened it slowly and saw my father on the bed on his back, both of his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. As if he knew I was there he looked at me and smiled. He sat up making the blanket fall off his chest showing me his well sculptured chest, with a bit of scars running up and down his chest. I opened the door wider and walked inside shutting it close softly. I turned back to my father and walked to his bed. I then realized it was the same bed that my mother and he used to sleep, have sex.
"What's wrong?" I heard him said to me.
"Mom used to sleep here." I said making him look at his right side of the bed.
"Not anymore." He said.
He was right, she wasn't there anymore. She fucking left my father for some other dude. I can't believe how fucking stupid she was. Who can ever leave him? I wished she would see him fucking her little girl, her lost. If she wasn't going to love him, than I was. I was going to love more than she ever did. I went up the bed lying next to him under the cover.
I felt him look down at me as he touches my bare leg, hiking my small gown over my hip. I bit my lip trying not moan as he touch my bare pussy's lips.
"No underwear." He said softly kissing my neck as I felt run his fingertips up and down on my slit.
I ran my hands up and down his chest feeling his scars, I didn't mind it, and it made me hornier because I knew how hard it must have been to be with his abuses, drunken father. His scar showed me how strong he was, how man enough he was and I love it. I moaned as I felt him bit skin softly as he opened my pussy lips bring his middle into my tight hole. His middle finger pumped into me slowly making me moaned, no one has ever touched me like that.
"Daddy." I moaned into his ear as I felt his hard on my leg.
I knew he loved it because I felt his finger pumped faster into me. I moaned grabbing my breast, roughly touching my hard nipple under my gown.
I gasped when I felt him rip the gown off me leaving me bare, he quickly grabbed my breast sucking them. I knew he never touched women for so long he was going crazy.
"So beautiful." He said before he started sucking my right breast making me moan as I ran my fingers through his hair. My eyes rolled back when I felt him pumping his finger into me as he rubbed my clit with thumb as he sucked my breast.
"Fuck." I said as my legs started to shake.
"Daddy just fuck me." I said wanting to feel his cock in me. I just wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him so badly.
"Tell me baby. How much you want it." He said looking at me. I could see his chin wet. My nipples were wet and tight thanks to him.
"I want you fuck me daddy. Fuck me so good. I want you to fuck me like you did for that ungrateful bitch." I blurted out making myself stop moaning. I saw him look at me and kissed me. For the first time, his lips were slightly chapped but I fell love with his taste. He tasted like beer, cigarettes and a bit of mint. I warped my arm around his shoulder pulling him down; I open my mouth slightly letting his tongue slip in my mouth.
He was so much better to kiss. He knew what he was doing and knew what I wanted.
"I'm not going to fuck you like her." He said kissing the base of my neck to between my breasts, to my navel to my bare pussy lips that were already drenched in my juices.
"Just fuck me." I said breathless.
I closed my eyes as I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my slit.
"Shit, I don't have..." I caught him off and said I was on the pill.
He nodded and screamed as I felt him push into him. He was bigger, thicker. My pussy clenched around as I moaned. He grabbed the mattress with one hand as he grabbed my leg placing it over his hip. I saw my father eyes weren't clear blue as I knew, they were dark blue, dark, full of lust.
He started fuck me, slowly but as I clenched him. He moaned fucking me harder then before. I couldn't help but cry out. I could feel him widen my pussy. It felt painfully but then it started feel so fucking good. I begged him to feel fuck me harder. With every thrust he would push me deeper into the bed. I could felt a drop sweat drop from his chest to my chest. I clenched him harder knowing that it was me who was making him moan. It was me who he was fucking so good, that I praised him with every thrust.
I threw my head backwards as he continued to fuck me.
"Daddy." I moaned as he stuffed his face in to my neck.
"Fuck baby. Ya pussy so fucking tight." He moaned as he stood up still thrusting me, grabbing both my legs and placed it over his shoulder, making me cry out at the new position. It my pussy much tighter with every thrush, every time he slide in to me with that fucking cock it will rub my clit against it making me moan.
"Daddy." I moaned.
"Say it again." He said as he growled fucking my pussy with all his might.
"Daddy." I moaned over again. Then it happen I came around him. My cum spilling around his cock as he kept thrusting into me, I felt my cum dripping down to my ass. Then that's when I felt his cum shoot into my womb. I threw my head back as I felt it. I felt so good know it his cum in me. I wanted it. I rubbed my father's back as he took deep breaths. He rolled off of me and laid next to me. I sat up as I moaned when he pull out of me. I looked down at my red pussy, I saw my father looking t me in the corner of my eyes. I placed my hand on my pussy feeling its opening. I scooped up our cum and rubbed it on my clit moaning as my father looked at me. I laid back down still rubbing it on my clit then looked at my father as I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked my fingers off.
"Thank you, daddy." I said licing my bottom lip then kissing him on the lips; I smiled against him as I felt him pull me towards him.
Holy crap, I felt so weird writing it but i love how it came it. I hope you guys like it. Dont forget to review tell me if you like it.
