A Good Girl for Daddy: Volume 3

I walked into the kitchen and greeted my 20-year-old daughter, Sarah. It was a normal morning, or so I thought. As a 39-year-old father, I felt a sense of comfort and familiarity in our daily routines. But today, something unexpected happened. As I turned to grab a cup from the cabinet, my hand accidentally brushed against Sarah’s breast. I felt a jolt of electricity course through me, and I immediately backed away, my face flushing with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had touched my own daughter’s breast.

But as I stepped back, I realized something else was happening. My cock was straining, and her nipple was imprinted in the palm of my hand.

My eyes darted to Sarah, who seemed frozen in place, her eyes wide with surprise while I felt a mix of shame and desire. Before I knew it, I leaned in and kissed her.

Sarah reacted instantly, pushing me away with a shocked expression on her face. “Daddy, what are you doing?” she exclaimed with confusion and fear. But I was beyond rational thought. I pulled her closer, my hands tightening around her neck in a firm grip.

“I love you, baby girl,” I whispered hoarsely. “Daddy needs you right now. Please don’t fight it.” My eyes pleaded with her to understand, even though I knew what I was doing was wrong.

With gentle force, I lowered her to the cold kitchen floor. My hands eagerly removed her top, exposing her delicate breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful, unsuspecting body. My fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, and soon it joined her top on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful, my little girl,” I murmured words of praise and affection while kissing her neck and shoulders. “Daddy loves you so, so much.” My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and soft contour. I wanted every inch.

Sarah’s eyes darted around, filled with uncertainty. “Daddy, we can’t—” she started, but I cut her off with another kiss, this time deeper and more demanding. My hands moved to the waistband of her bottoms, slowly pulling them down until she was completely naked before me.

“You belong to me, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips. “And I’m going to take care of you.” I positioned myself above her, my body hovering over hers. I could feel her warmth and softness beneath me, and my cock hardened to steel.

I was deliriously elated. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I thrust into her, feeling her tightness envelop me. A strangled groan escaped my throat as I began to move, my hips driving into her in one shot.

I owned her in that moment, and I savored the sensation of being deep inside my own daughter. I couldn’t care less that this was incest. My face contorted with taboo pleasure as I moved above her, my hips driving into her with urgency.

I kissed her deeply, my tongue mimicking the movements of my hips. “You feel so good, baby girl,” I whispered between kisses. “Daddy’s never felt anything so good like his baby girl. You’re the only one.”

Sarah whimpered, her body responding despite her reservations. “Daddy, please,” she begged, her voice breathless, but I wouldn’t stop.

“Shh, Daddy’s got you,” I soothed, my hands tangling in her hair as I stole her lips. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.” I quickened my pace, my hips snapping against hers with urgency. I could feel my release building, my core tightening to a coil.

With a hoarse cry, I came inside my daughter, filling her with my warmth. I came harder than I ever had before, my body shuddering with the force of it. “Fuck, baby girl,” I groaned. “Take all of Daddy!”

She had no choice, and now she was dripping with fatherly semen. As soon as she filled to the brim, I lay atop her, spent and breathless. Reality came crashing down on me. There was no denying what I’d done to her. Shame and guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. I had just taken my own daughter’s innocence on the kitchen floor.

It was too late. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. I looked into my daughter’s eyes, searching for forgiveness, but my cock twitched, and I felt the blood rushing to my loins once more.

My hips slid in and out of her smooth snatch, and she began to cry.

My heart ached as I saw the tears welling in her eyes, but I couldn’t stop pumping. “Daddy’s sorry, baby. Fuck, you’re too good. My little girl’s too fucking good. Christ!”

“Daddy, no…” she whined, but I kept railing her little pussy.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her with renewed fervor. “All mine. Every inch of you belongs to Daddy.” I kissed and nibbled her neck, my breath hot against her skin. She’s all mine. Fuck! All mine. Goddamn it, she’s all…!

“Ughhhhhh!” I belched out, kissing my teeth as I sharply inhaled. Boom, another load “Arghhhh! My baby girl, fuck…! My baby girl.”

I moaned as I released yet another load deep inside her. Quickly, I collapsed on top of her, my heart raced, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I enjoyed the feel of her breasts against my chest, but what had I done? The weight of my actions hit me once more, this time like a ton of bricks.

I looked at my stunning daughter; Daddy’s good little girl, her body glistening with sweat and her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions that mirrored my own turmoil.

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But my hips kept moving…