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That was about to change.

Lifting my head, I licked my lips and looked down at her. She was curvy in all the best ways, and I knew I wanted to stare at her naked body as much as possible while we fucked.

Standing from the bed, I stripped out of my clothes at record speed, my cock slapping against my stomach as I shed my pants and lay down on the bed beside her. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her on top of me. She was practically boneless, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, but her eyes snapped to mine, and she straightened into a sitting position on top of me when she felt my cock between her legs.

“You’re going to ride me, princess. I want to watch those tits bounce as you take all of me.”

Her breath hitched when I reached between us and stood my cock upright for her. I was so close to the edge already, and I thought I might lose my mind if I wasn’t encased in her warmth soon.

“Sit on it,” I barked, making her jump. But she lifted her hips, moving her pussy into position over me.

She lowered herself onto my cock, and I watched as each inch disappeared inside of her. Finally, she was fully seated, her pelvis flush with mine, and my body was wracked with pleasure that spread all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.

She started to move, my hands on her hips guiding her, sounds of raw pleasure falling from her lips. Her breasts bounced and her hair was a wild mess. Her nails scraped down my chest, and I thrust my hips up into her with each of her downward stokes. The sounds of us fucking filled the room, and our skin grew slick with sweat.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and my balls tightened up way too fast, telling me I’d held myself back too long, and now I was going to lose control. Needing to feel her pussy squeeze my cock as I came, I found her clit once again, already swollen from what I did to it with my mouth.

She screamed as I pressed against it with my thumb, rubbing back and forth. “Sensitive?” I asked, grinning. “Then, I guess you’d better come again.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed, still bouncing up and down on my cock. “I can’t come again.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I smacked her ass,hard.Poppy’s back bowed, and her head fell back as she cried out. Her pussy tightened, and I smirked. Spanking her again, I watched as body convulsed.

“I’m there, Daddy. I’m coming on your big cock.”

Her pussy pulsed around my erection, and I lost all control, rutting up into her like an animal until my own orgasm finally crested. I roared to the ceiling as I came in long spurts deep inside my daughter’s willing body.

It was everything I hoped for and more. After it was over, I rolled us to the side and slipped out of her. Poppy let out a huge yawn, and I tucked her close to my body, my chin resting on the top of her head. Her body was completely relaxed and a happy smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes. I had no idea how she would feel about all of this in the morning, but for now, my girl was satisfied, and I felt complete in a way I hadn’t in a really long time. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter15

Poppy

Iwoke up with sweat trickling down my temple. For a moment, I thought the overwhelming heat was caused by my dad’s naked body wrapped around my own, but as I came fully into consciousness, I realized it was much more than that. It was sweltering in the room.

I sat up, making my dad’s arm fall from my chest to my waist, and looked around the room. The rain was still falling outside, and I was getting really tired of seeing that view out the window.

Struggling to pull myself out of my dad’s hold, I got out of the bed just as there was a knock at the door.

“It’s me,” Mason called out, and I scooped dad’s shirt off the floor before padding to the door and unlocking it. The shirt fell to mid-thigh, and Mason’s gaze roamed over my bare skin before he met my eyes. When he did, I saw a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Air conditioning is out,” he said grimly.

Well, that explained the uncomfortable heat.

“Can it be fixed?”

The sound of movement came from behind me, and I turned to see my dad pulling on his pants. There was something about him in only a pair of jeans, and barefoot, shot my libido through the roof, so I looked away from him. We needed to focus on the problem at hand right now.

“What’s going on?” Dad asked, joining us at the door.

“AC isn’t working,” Mason explained. “I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I was about to go check it out.”

“I’ll go with you,” Dad said, stepping past me to leave the room.

Mason nodded, and it struck me how different this interaction was from the scene that occurred when we first arrived. The two of them were at each other’s throats then, and it seemed there had been tension between them ever since, but now, they almost seemed friendly.

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