A Good Girl for Daddy: Volume 1

His hands landed on my hips, holding me in place as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his arousal, his need for me.

The issue? I was his stepdaughter. He was my stepdaddy. Not my boyfriend. Not my husband…

I was in denial, but it seemed like daddy wanted to fuck me raw. His own daughter.

“Wha- What are you doing?” I whispered in alarm, a wave of regret flushed over. He’d asked for water and I brought it to his bedroom. Should I have not done that?

“Shhh,” he said and bent me over. “Open.” His lips were so close to my ear that they brushed against the soft shell. My hands braced against the bed in front of me as spread my legs apart.

I only wore a camisole and shorts that left little to the imagination. I had no bra on and my breasts hung freely in front of me. His lips slid down my neck as he gripped me and pulled me to him, the hot tip of him rubbing along my clothed slit.

“Stop!” I pleaded. This was so wrong.

“No,” he breathed. “You want me to. You want to feel me. It’s okay.” He didn’t seem to listen.

He held onto my hips, my shorts slipping down my thighs. His lips found the skin of my shoulders, the top of my spine.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered. He released my hips for a moment, then my panties dropped down. He wasted no time in returning to my backside, rubbing himself between my cheeks. He moaned and sighed, a sound I couldn’t help but find alluring.

What was happening to me? This was my stepfather for crying out loud! “W-wait,” I pleaded, but I was too hot and bothered to sound convincing.

He chuckled a dark sound. His hands kneaded my ass. “What do you want?”

My head bowed, my breath heavy and my cheeks flushed.

“Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

I shivered as he asked me that. I was unwilling to answer that. I didn’t even know what to say to him.

“Do you want to be fucked by your daddy?”

I wanted to protest, but it came out as a breathless moan. I had always known that he was attractive. He’d been married to my mother and she was drop-dead gorgeous. He’d always had the same great looks, dark hair, and soft brown eyes. He was so much older than I was. I’d never had an inkling that he could be this kind of man…

I listened to him unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from his pants. He brought it to my hip and traced it over the soft flesh there.

“Open your eyes, look at what you did,” he commanded.

I wanted to look behind me. To see the fullness of him, to know exactly what he was doing to my body. So I did as I was told.

I got in a glance before he spread me with one hand and pressed himself to me with the other. The blunt head of his cock teased at my entrance before he pushed in. I sucked in a breath.

“Daddy,” I whined, the pain excruciating.

“Shhh, relax,” he hissed in my ear. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock.”

He didn’t allow me a chance to catch my breath and instead pulled out to then slam into his virgin daughter again.

I released my breath as I had no choice when he pushed in deeper. A low groan escaped his lips as he gripped my hips, pulling me back as he thrust forward, making me take the entirety of him.

I had to force myself to relax as he pulled out, and then thrust back in. My hands slipped as my legs buckled beneath me, but his hands held me up, steady and solid.

“God, baby, you’re so tight.” He said, and I simply cried out, feeling as if I were being split apart. He was so thick, and he was too much for me. “Daddy owns you now, okay?”

My hands flew up to grasp at the comforter beneath me as he slammed in and out, his fingers digging into my hips. I squealed, never having felt so full in my life. I didn’t think it was possible to be filled like this, to be stretched so much.

He set a punishing pace. His fingers dug into my hips, his thighs hit mine with a slap, and his hips slapped against me. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of him.

The slap of flesh filled the air and I felt the sweat start to run down my spine. I pressed my head against the door and gave him what he wanted.

“Eyes forward,” he said.

My eyes flew open. I hadn’t realized they’d closed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. He yanked so that I had no choice but to look up as he turned me to the side, just so I could meet his gaze in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he breathed, staring at me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

My face flushed. I’d never been called gorgeous in the way he did.

“My girl,” he whispered, pulling on my hair a bit more, and thrusting faster. “Look at yourself, my little girl being fucked by her daddy.”

“Please,” I whined, but he took no notice of my plea. He fucked me so hard that I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes. The bed rocked beneath me and the headboard knocked into the wall.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, his voice guttural and dark.

“Daddy!” I wailed, the tears bubbling in my eyes, only now I wasn’t sure if this was because of my protest.

“That’s right,” he continued plowing into my body, forcing me to watch him take over me like some erotic daddy and daughter porn. He was possessive and demanding and rough, and somehow, I grew to love every bit of it. His cock rubbed my G-spot with every stroke and I couldn’t help but writhe against him.

“Don’t you dare come without permission.”

I cried out at his words. It was too much. I was too close. I was desperate to let go.

“Daddy…”

“Soon, baby girl. Not yet.”

He fucked me hard, faster and faster until I was screaming out his name.

I was shaking with need and desperation. “Please, Daddy.”

He leaned over my back, wrapping an arm around my waist, and pulling my back to his chest. “Please, what?”

I whimpered.

He pulled my hair. “Tell me what you want, little one.”

I bit my lip to hold back the scream of need. “Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groaned against my ear and the arm around me tightened.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, the slick gushing of my pussy much more audible. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

And I did. He pressed me forward with his body, giving me no choice but to ride out the orgasm on his piercing cock. I moaned in ecstasy.

“Mmm… that’s a good girl. Fuck. What a good girl,” he growled, his hips still grinding against me until hestilled, slamming inside me and filling me with his seed. “Ahhhhh!” And then again, he pushed hard into me, forcing my pussy to milk every drop of him. “…ahhh.”

I shook, the sensation still so overwhelming that it became too much. I gasped for air. I was too sensitive, now that I’d been granted permission. It was like my body couldn’t handle any more stimulation.

And yet, I felt him growing inside. I felt him rocking his hips.

“No, I can’t!” I moaned, but he kept going.

He moaned against the back of my neck and it made me shudder. “One more,” he groaned.

“No! Daddy! Please!”

He wrapped both arms around me, lifting me up off the bed to flip me onto my back. He was still inside me and so deep that it was almost uncomfortable.

He was on top of me, leaning over and kissing me. I shook my head, my lips still tightly sealed together, but it only encouraged him to take my mouth.

His hands pressed against the bed, holding himself above me.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.

I did, and his eyes met mine. “That’s my good girl. You did such a good job. Now one more. One more for daddy. Then you can go to sleep.”

I closed my eyes without even thinking.

He groaned and held my face with both hands. He pulled himself out and then pressed right back in. “Eyes open. Watch daddy take care of you.”

I shook my head, unable to take any more, but he was persistent. He pressed me into the mattress with the weight of his body, forcing me to feel the fullness of him as he stretched me out.

I cried, knowing that I would break. I was going to cum. Again.

And that’s exactly what I did. My pussy squeezed tightly and spasmed around his cock. I couldn’t control myself. I was completely at his mercy as my body shook and came undone. I lost myself until he finally let go, his seed flooding his daughter once more. He filled me completely—a creampie until it overflowed onto the bed.

His hips thrust into me, slow and deep, riding out the last waves of his orgasm.

“Ahhhh… My girl,” he breathed obsessively. “My little girl.”

I mewled. He fucking owned me.