Sex With My Daddy

No, "You didn't do anything I didn't come here for." He pulls an expressional face. It's not about that. Don't worry about what I have planned for you after I've fully healed. He gently squeezes my hip as if he can't resist touching me, as though he still isn't certain this is all real. To quote you, "I'm sorry that he was so fucking foolish to toss someone as precious as you away." "William." I patiently await his gaze. "I don't want to discuss it at all," the speaker said. Shame on you, sweetie. If I'm going to help you exact your vengeance, then you'll have to make some concessions. His hand glides back down to my knee, a leisurely pull that might be comforting or the start of something more. I messed up as a parent and he turned out the way I expected he would have turned out. Not in the mood to make a case for either William or Jeremy. Even if Jeremy is a cheating jerk, the fact that he isn't a complete piece of crap is irrelevant. Perhaps, like me, he knew something was strange about the relationship and that was his method of coping. Nothing can justify what he did, yet if everything were perfect between us, I wouldn't have been stroking myself in response to memories of his father. Again, I swig from my beverage. We just didn't click as a couple. I believe we were both hoping for it to work out, but alas, it did not. In many ways, what he says echoes what I'm thinking. That's no justification for what he did. "No," they said. I rest my head on his shoulder ever-so-gently. I feel like a complete idiot for being here at this moment. Let's just say there's enough of a-holes to go around in this predicament. After a moment of silence, he sighs. To paraphrase: "It's too late to take it back now." That, against all logic, really made me grin. When he speaks, I swivel my head to meet his gaze. Do you really want to go back in time an hour when you had no idea what the flavor of my pussy was? His black eyes sparkle as he presses a harsh finger across my lips. "You're a talker, baby girl." I lunge forward and snag his finger between my teeth, bringing it to my lips for a satisfying suck. The truth is, I have no idea what I'm doing. Maybe I'm sick of discussing Jeremy and coming to terms with the fact that I'm just as evil as he is right now, or maybe I can't handle the idea of being this close to William without having some part of him within me. Justification is irrelevant. And so does his response. His eyes get steely as he twists his wrist and grabs my chin, and my body responds by pulsating with excitement. After what we just accomplished, I would have guessed you'd need more time to recuperate. I agree, but I'm having a hard time sitting still on his lap. My eyes beseech as my tongue twirls around his finger. Actually, I have no idea what it is that I'm pleading for. Don't worry about it. William obviously is aware of this. My empty glass is placed on the table next to his, and I am repositioned so that my back is against his chest. While I'm still trying to guess what's going to happen next, he begins moving his hands aimlessly up and down my body. The hips. And I'm not even talking about my back. My hands on my breasts. It went up and around my neck, then back down again. Needy little slut, he whispers in my ear. You have your first satisfying orgasm at my hands, and that's all you really care about, right? To encourage him to touch me, I spread my legs brazenly. "Yes. This is exactly what I'm looking for. I was under the impression that you had already said that you would not be able to attend once again. He slams his rough palm on my pussy and squeezes me so hard it nearly hurts. I've never in my life felt so utterly and completely owned. The way he holds on to me makes me wonder whether he's right about wanting to keep me as his. In my lungs, every breath feels like a saw. Was there a query from him? It hasn't occurred to me to inquire, so I'm in the dark. William's grasp on me remains firm as he moves his lips from my shoulder to my neck. "You're constantly teasing me, sweetie. You've been teasing me for two years, and now you offer me this pussy and act like you'll only give me three bogus orgasms. This wee-wee? He smacks me so hard that I recoil in resistance. For the next three days, it's all mine. "But-" The reason I'm debating is beyond me. So far, this is what I've been looking for. "No." One more smack to my pussy from him. How about the following three days, whose pussy will this be? My throat tightens for no apparent reason. When I blink, it's usually really quick. "You." Just one more smack. As the saying goes, "You can do better." I choke up and my voice becomes husky. Daddy, it's your pussy. Indeed, you're correct. The moment his fingers glide over my slit, his touch changes to something warm and almost kind. It's my little pussy. I say stop when you've had enough. Are we through for the night? Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I let a tear fall. And I make the gap between my knees even larger. Incorrect: "No, Daddy. Not yet, anyhow. That's a good comment, girl. When William leans over to grab the throw, he pulls it over us, covering me from the neck down. I brace myself, but he just takes up the remote and turns the movie back on. I scowl at the screen when I watch TV. I was under the impression that we weren't through talking. No, we're not. Relax and enjoy some downtime. He puts his arm around my waist and pushes me closer to his chest. I try. Absolutely, 100%, 100%. But his large arms are holding me to him, his lips is making lazily patterned kisses on the side of my neck, and his hand is... A few minutes into the movie, he's already palming my pussy again. Asking, "How many times have we seen movies in the previous two years?" My legs are trembling, but I manage to stay completely motionless. No, not in this form.