Page 43 of These Family Ties

I usher her upstairs and we take a long hot shower together. It seems to ease the muscles in my back and shoulders, but does nothing for that forbidden ache within. Swayze does her best to rub up against me, wanting me to take her right then and there, but I resist. I want our second time to be in a bed. I wrap her and myself up in towels, wanting to take care of her as much as possible. Swayze throws her arms around my shoulders, leaning back to study my eyes.

“What’s the matter?” She asks with a pinched expression.

“How do you read me so well?” I breathe, placing my hands on her covered hips. I wish the towels weren’t there separating our skin.

She shrugs, smiling. “Maybe because I work around men and reading them is part of the job.”

My body tenses, readying to hit something at the mere mention of other men. “Concerning that. You’re no longer working at that place.”

Her lips pinch. “Are you jealous?” She teases. I tongue the inside of my cheek, fighting a smile.

“Maybe I’m a little jealous that my baby girl likes to have men at her mercy, but I think maybe we can satisfy that need in a different way.”

Her small arms wrap around my waist and she rests her head on my chest. “What do you have in mind?” I take a moment to absorb this moment. If we could live like this, I’d hold her in my arms forever, but I have something for her.

Or rather, someone.

She grins before planting a kiss on my lips. Her lips are so soft on mine. I’ll do whatever I can to keep that smile on her face. That’s what I need. All of her. Every hidden part I never knew I needed. I pull her from the master bathroom and inwardly grin at her confusion as I bypass the bed and lead her down the hallway to the door of the closed guest room. When she had been at work, I did more than thaw a dumb bitch on the living room floor. I tied a bad memory to the bed. Placing my hand on the knob, I open the door to her gift.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as her eyes land on the naked body spread eagle on the bed, rope anchoring him to the four posts. The only part of his body that Cole can move is his head. And that’s propped up so he can see who just walked in, and who is going to decide his fate.

Once she fully understands the gift I’ve given her, she’s a tiny soft predator in my arms, and pulls my bottom lip between her teeth while looking at me with lust filled eyes. She’s hungry and I’m ready to feed her. Her hands slip beneath my towel until it falls to the floor. My baby is a maneater and I couldn’t be more proud of her. My balls tighten at the promise in her touch. The way she runs her claws over my skin sends electric shocks down my spine. She gets to guide us in what happens next.

Bedsprings squeak as Cole recognizes who’s standing in front of him. He’s struggling against his bindings but nothing will come of that except bad rope burn. I had stuffed one of Swayze’s dirty thongs in his mouth before duct taping it closed. I’m kind of sad because I can’t hear him apologize to her for making her quit school. Yeah. I know about that too, and it’s extremely hard not killing him for that.

Grasping my hand, she drags me into the bedroom and we stand there, observing her prey. She licks her lips while swiftly removing her own towel. I’m surprised the heat from her gaze doesn’t catch the bed on fire. A low pressure is already heavy in my spine and my cock is ramrod straight when her eyes turn on me, eating me up.

Her eyes sparkle with energy and excitement, and goosebumps erupt along my arms and my stomach bubbles with a thrill of anticipation. “What to do with you.” She purses her pouty lips, pondering where to begin.

Cole stills at the look that’s taken over Swayze’s face. I think he’s hoping somehow he can sink and disappear into the mattress. He realizes how murderous my baby is and how he has hell to pay.

That look puts me on edge, and it’s getting hard to hold myself back from bending her over the shitface and fucking her so hard that with every thrust my balls will smack against his as a reminder he can never have her. “You on your back next to Cole,” she orders. Luckily, the bed is large enough that I barely touch him as I do as directed. As if I have no cares at all, I lace my fingers behind my head, ready for the show.

The difference between Cole’s body and mine is like night and day. With about twenty-five years separating us, you’d think he’d be in better shape than me. But that’s not the case. Time has not been kind to him. Turns out that relying on your clout as a big high school football player doesn’t transfer well to adult life. His body is pale and soft, whereas mine is dark and hard. Dark from tattoos and my heritage, and hard from my prison stints. And the difference in our cocks? Well, there’s no comparison. It’s hard to compete when Daddy’s is the best.

She stalks around the bed as she devises a plan of attack. The fine hairs all over my body are standing on end at the pride I feel in her. “And you, Cole. Tsk, tsk.” She sucks her teeth, shaking her head. “Have much to answer for.” Even though he has no idea of what lies in his immediate future, he can’t help but follow her lithe body with his hungry eyes. His dick is reacting as well.

Swayze climbs on the bed between us, placing her right hand on my hard cock and her left on his thigh next to his chubby. Dumb fuck is getting hard at the thought of getting with my Zair-Bear again. He probably compares all the women he’s been with to her.

“Remember how you told everybody how gross it was that my pussy clenched and got wetter when I saw my Daddy?” Cole’s response is inaudible. “Well, it’s your lucky day because you get to see exactly how wet Daddy makes me.” He looks a bit confused and yet horny at the same time.

She slowly slides her hand up and down my shaft while rubbing all around his, careful not to touch him. I don’t know how I’d feel if I saw her hand touch his junk, but I’m fairly certain it wouldn't result in him keeping it. My girl is edging the shit out of Cole and I know she’s got something good in store for him.

I watch as she climbs on top of him with his hard dick sandwiched between them, against her stomach. “Daddy?” she asks as she props herself up on her elbows, her face a whisper lengths away from Cole’s. She runs her tongue along the silver duct tape covering his mouth then demands, “Fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from deep inside my chest as I sit up and climb on top of her. Cole’s eyes widen when he realizes what’s about to happen. I’m about to fuck my willing daughter while his own cock gets rubbed against her naked body. He’s getting a front row seat to this debauchery and the price for this ticket is going to be his life. I don’t know if my baby girl knows this yet, but we’re going to get another chance at killing someone together. Sounds like a good daddy/daughter activity.

“Now, Cole. You better not come, because if you do, that makes you as sick as me, right?” I grab my dick as she speaks and line it up with her dripping pussy. If I slam into her hard enough my balls are going to be hitting his, which I'm fine with if it makes my baby happy. Her juices are trickling down to his ball sack as I slowly glide into her heat. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman. Eight years to be exact. This pussy is the first pussy I’ve sunk into and it will be my last. She groans as I stretch and fill her. I grab her hips and slowly begin to increase my rhythm.

“Be careful, Daddy,” she groans. “Don’t slip and accidentally slide into his ass. Your big dick would rip his asshole so wide he wouldn’t have a gooch anymore.” Cole’s eyes grow as large as saucers and I try to hide my laugh. He’s scared, which makes fucking on top of him even more fun. I continue pounding away into her. But then I hit that sweet spot and she throws her head back, lost in the sensation. I gather her hair into a ponytail then wrap it around my fist and pull before I relentlessly slam into her. I can tell that Cole’s feeling friction because I hear the low groan he makes as his eyes flutter shut. She’s jacking him off without laying a hand on him. Clever girl.

I watch how her round ass jiggles as I force her against my thighs, over and over again, and she whimpers in pleasure.

“That feels so good, Daddy,” she cries.

I pull her head back harder as I curl my body over her back so I can whisper in her ear, “Oh yeah? How many cocks have you felt while your Daddy’s been gone?” Granted, I haven’t slept with anyone, but I can’t be mad at her for taking care of her needs.

“None, Daddy.”

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