Page 1 of Daddy's Doll

One

Clicking the mute button, I cock my head to the side and listen. The doorknob jiggles again, as if someone is struggling to open it. My muscles ache as I push off my chair, so I stretch them out with a groan. The clock above the stove blinks that it’s after midnight, which means it’s either the world's worst thief or my teenage daughter.

I flick the lock over, swinging the door open and barely catch the body that tumbles into me. Her giggles fan across my neck and I grunt as I adjust my hold. Wrapping an arm around her upper thighs, I lift and bend her over my shoulder. Kicking the door closed, I sigh at the stench of alcohol assaulting my nose.

“How’d you get home?” I ask, disappointment deepening my tone.

Fingers claw at my shirt above my jeans, struggling to hold on as I make my way to her bedroom.

“Home,” she repeats, slurring the word a bit.

I blow out an annoyed breath. It’s hard to be grateful that she’s here safe when the concern of where she’s been all night lingers in my doubts. And then knowing she’s drinking at the ripe age of eighteen settles in my stomach like a boulder.

It had been her graduation night, a bonfire near the town’s lake. The chance of alcohol being supplied should have crossed my mind, but I tried to dial back on my hovering considering my baby was now, technically, an adult. In a few months, she will be hours away at college and I damn well couldn’t track what she’s doing nightly then.

I push her door open and toss her onto the bed. She flops down onto the mattress with a groan, kicking out her feet as if commanding me to take off her shoes. Rolling my eyes, I grasp her ankle and rest her sneaker onto my thigh to untie the strings and pull it off her dainty foot. Dropping it, I squat to pull her other leg closer to me when I look up and get a full view of my daughter’s bare pussy under her dress.

Jerking back, I lose my balance and fall on my ass. A sickly heat spreads over my skin as I keep my gaze locked onto the floor. It’s a sight that will forever be burned into my thoughts, an image I can conjure at will. I rub a palm over my eyes, as if to expel it.

Ella groans and the rustling of sheets has me hoping she’s covering herself. I push myself to stand and dare a glance at my daughter.

My breath stalls. She’s moved her bent knee higher, a position she usually takes while asleep. But in this instance, it slides her dress higher to rest on her hips and gives me an unobstructed view between her legs.

Shame swirls in my heart as my cock swells at the view. Her pussy lips are a bit puffy, only giving me a peek at the slick pink underneath. My fingers ache to pull them apart, to see what is hidden from me.

Ella shifts one more time, her arm flinging from over her face to rest at her side. Saliva gathers in my mouth, coating my dry tongue as her breasts press against the top of the dress. It seems to be tight around her ribs, and she looks a little uncomfortable.

It’s what I tell myself with a nod as I stretch over her sleeping body from the side of the bed and push the stretchy material down. Her luscious mounds bounce as they are uncontained, the brownish tops of her nipples harden as they are exposed to the evening air.

I palm her breast without a second thought and let out a groan as it fills my entire hand perfectly and allows me to knead the flesh with ease. Adjusting my swollen cock in my jeans, I pull her dress over completely as her body lays limp. When she’s stripped and bare before me, I run my fingers over my lips, staring at her in awe.

Her womanly curves are more visible and I’m reminded she’s not my little girl anymore. My touch is soft as I trace her hip, up to her waist and coming to rest at her ribcage. I lean down, pressing my face into the softness of her belly.

“What am I doing, Ella?” I whisper into her silky skin. It’s not like I’m pent up for pussy. I could walk into either of the town’s bars and come home with a woman. It’s what I’ve been doing for years since her mother walked out on us.

But something about touching Ella like this, especially when she lays there unaware of what I’m doing. It burns every rational thought in my mind and my cock is harder than it’s ever been my entire life.

Taking a deep sniff, I inhale her vanilla scent. It has a smokey bitterness from the fire. And it makes me want to take a bite of her.

“Wake up, baby. Push me away,” I beg her. My fingers are digging to her sides as I try to control the adrenaline coursing through me at what I want to do. I squeeze my eyes shut as I stand and undress. Gripping my thick cock, I stroke myself as I watch her chest rise and fall with her soft breathing.

I scoop her up into my arms, the warmth of her pliable body makes my cock jerk as I move her to the center of the bed. Climbing in after her, I adjust her legs wide open and her arms raised above her head. Her long dark hair is scattered across her pillows, she looks like a picture of perfection.

My fingers caress the inside of her thighs as I follow a trail to her pussy. I pause right before her center, my hand shaking as I hesitate. I could stop now, never mention a word to her and she would be none the wiser. But something tells me if I go any further, I won’t be able to stop and I won’t be able to hide it from her. I’m not even sure if my daughter is still a virgin or not.

Something twists in my stomach at the thought of someone else touching her like this. Of another man feeling what’s mine from the inside. An angry jealousy has me panting as I lean forward and use my fingers to push her pussy lips apart.

The scent of her musk hits me and my tongue tingles to taste it. My thumb swirls around the small bud above her hole. I linger there for a while, moving in small circles and a tiny pressure till I see her wetness starting to leak.

I lick it up, pushing my tongue into her pussy as my eyes roll back. Her tangy flavor explodes in my mouth and I can’t control the snap of my hips as I rub my weeping cock against the sheets. If she was awake, I know her fingers would be tangled in my hair and her hips riding my face.

Lapping at her cunt, I play with her clit till it’s hard and swollen. I suck the small button in my mouth and press two fingers inside her. Her pussy is snug, gripping onto them and I groan. I want to feel it around my cock.

Kissing up her stomach, I leave a trail of her juices. When I reach her breasts, I take a taut bud into my mouth and squeeze her other one, pinching her nipple between my fingers. I settle my hips between her legs, my cock sliding against her wet pussy as I make love to her tits. My tip nudges at her entrance, and I bite softly on the hard peak between my lips.

I let go of her breasts with a soft pop and kneel back, hooking her knees in my arms as I settle my palms on either side of her. Looking between us, I line my cock up and start to push into her tight warmth. I watch as I slip deeper inside my unconscious daughter’s pussy.

Emma groans and I tense, pausing my conquest. Her head flops to the side as she shifts a leg wider and lets out a little whimper. If I didn’t know better, I would think she’s enjoying her daddy’s dock impaling her tight hole. When she settles her fidgeting, I push forward.

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