Page 12 of Thanksgiving Daddy's Girl
“I need to be inside of you, baby girl.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me now.”
Quickly shedding my clothes, I pin her down to the bed with my weight. She spreads her legs wide and I kiss her, slipping the head of my cock between her wet, warm lips. With a gentle push, I slide deep into her core making her moan. I kiss her, swallowing the sound but my body is vibrating with need. She is so fucking tight and the pressure around my cock is so intense, I feel like I’m about to blow at any moment.
She stares up at me, her wide hazel eyes burning with the same need that flows through me. I roll my hips, plunging my rod deep into her and she draws in a sharp breath. A flash of pain crosses her face but quickly melts into an expression of pure ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Ohhh, yes, give it to me.”
“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“The dirtiest, but only for you, Daddy. Now fuck my pussy. Hard.”
The filth flowing out of her mouth gets me impossibly hard and turns me absolutely feral. Grabbing her wrists, I pin Maevedown to the bed and pound her, driving my cock deep into her sweet little slippery hole. Leaning down, I take her stiff nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting on them as I plunge into her over and over again.
Her breathy moans grow louder so I move one hand to her throat and squeeze gently as I fuck her harder. Maeve’s eyes light up as her face turns red, burning with absolute desire. She clings to me, digging her nails into my skin while she raises her hips, meeting my thrusts and taking me even deeper into her white-hot core.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” I loosen my grip around her throat but intensify my thrusts.
“Yes, Daddy. I love your cock inside of me.” She bites her lip and holds her breath.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, making the fit even tighter and I lose my rhythm. Distracted for a moment by the sudden build of pressure low inside of me. Pushing me to the brink. Announcing the point of no return. I grit my teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable, wanting the moment to last. But I’m about to come. Maeve turns her hazel eyes up to me and a small smile appears on her full, heart-shaped lips.
“Come for me, Daddy. Fill me up with that hot come,” she moans. “I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
I lean down and kiss her, our tongues lashing each other wildly as I keep pumping my cock deep into her. Her lips brush my ear, sending a shudder of pleasure through me.
“Fill me up, Daddy. Give me your come.”
My cock swells and I throw my head back, trying to stifle my cry as I burst. I throb and pulse as I shoot thick ropes of come deep into her tight little honeypot. As I fill her with my seed, Maeve’s eyes widen and she begins to shake. A trembling gasp passes her lips, and her voice rings out. I quickly cover her mouth with mine, swallowing down her cries. Our tongues swirl languidly around each other as we ride our currents of bliss, riding this wave of pleasure together.
Slowly, I soften and the intense ecstasy begins to fade.
I flop onto my back, spent, and Maeve lays her head on my chest. We lie in silence as I run my fingers through her hair. She plants a circle of kisses on my stomach.
Then moving lower she takes the tip of my spent rod between her lips. Kiss-sucking tenderly, sliding her mouth down the shaft, then up again, cleaning our love juices.
When she is done I kiss the crown of her head. And without meaning to, we both slip away into the warm and blissful embrace of sleep.
9
MAEVE
“What in the actual fuck is this!”
My father’s voice, deep and filled with a trembling rage snaps my eyes open for me. Fear drives me out of bed where I quickly realize I’m naked and grab a pillow to cover myself. My dad is standing in the doorway of my bedroom, his eyes wide with disbelief and his lips curled back over his teeth in a snarl of fury. I’ve seen him mad before, but I’ve never seen him like this. He looks positively homicidal.
And the reason for that is sitting up in my bed, his face whiter than the sheets he’s laying on. I run a hand over my face and shake my head. Myles pulls the sheet up to cover himself.
“Dad, wait?—”
He jabs a finger at Myles, his face darkening. “You come into my home, my best friend, and you fuck my daughter? What the fuck, Myles?”
“It’s not what it looks like, mate.”
“It looks like you fucked my daughter.”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that.”
