Daddy's Sleeping Princess: Volume 2

I hadn’t dated any woman for several months and it was because I only had eyes for my stepdaughter. I pretended not to notice when my hand would graze her thigh or ass. Babygirl also thought nothing of it. Why would she? I was her stepfather. I was the only pervert who’d do something like that.

And one night, babygirl had asked to sleep in the bed with me. Her body was there for me to touch and that’s exactly what I’d done. I began to run my hands over her body, quickly getting aroused.

As I continued to touch her, I knew I should stop but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I told myself that this was just a moment of weakness, that I loved her as my stepdaughter and nothing more. But the way my body reacted to hers made it hard to deny the truth.

Babygirl stirred slightly, mumbling something about being cold. I took it as an opportunity to pull her closer to me, feeling her warmth against my own body. My heart raced as I tried to calm down, telling myself that this was still innocent. It didn’t feel innocent though, not with how my body was responding.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with me holding her tightly and running my hands gently over her body, but my cock was pressed into her and I’d begun to gyrate.

The moment I felt her pussy sliding against the tip of my cock, babygirl stirred awake. She spun around to look at me, confused and disoriented. It soon dawned on her what had been happening. I saw the realization shift in her facial expression.

“Daddy?” she asked, sounding scared.

“Oh god, babygirl, I’m sorry,” I stammered, completely mortified. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she scrambled out of bed, taking the comforter with her as she wrapped herself, hiding her body from my lingering gaze. “What are you even saying?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “You didn’t mean to do what? Touch me like that?”

I couldn’t meet her gaze, shame consuming me. “Yes,” I whispered. “God, I’m so sorry, babygirl. I don’t know what came over me. You’re my daughter, and I shouldn’t have—”

She cut me off, her voice rising in anger. “No, you shouldn’t have! How could you do something like that to me, Daddy? Do you realize what you’ve done?”

I nodded, gritting my teeth. “I know, babygirl. I’m so sorry. Please, believe me, I never meant for this to happen. I swear, I won’t let this ever happen again.”

Babygirl stared at me for a few moments, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she walked toward the bed and spread the comforter over the sheet. She slid closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. I stiffened in shock, unsure of what to do.

After a few seconds, she looked up at me with tear-streaked cheeks. “I forgive you, Daddy,” she said softly. “But please, promise me that you’ll never do anything like that again.”

Relief washed over me. I nodded fervently, pulling her close and hugging her tightly. “I promise, babygirl. I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

“Can we just cuddle for now? I need to feel safe and loved.”

“Of course, baby.” I held her closely and she cried silently. “I never stopped loving you. I love you so much more than you know. Daddy’s so sorry.”

We lay there in silence, my arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders as she snuggled into my side.

Time passed by and eventually, babygirl’s breathing slowed. She drifted off to sleep, her body growing heavy against mine. I gently stroked her hair, taking in the softness of each strand and the warmth that radiated from her scalp.

The scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils, a subtle yet comforting aroma that made me want to pull her closer still. But as much as I tried to hold her forever, I couldn’t ignore the feelings stirring within me. Despite having just apologized profusely, I found myself getting hard again. My cock pushed past the hole in my boxers, pressing against the smooth skin of my sweet girl’s lower stomach.

I cursed myself silently for my lack of self-control. Here was my amazing stepdaughter, fast asleep in her stepdaddy’s arms, completely vulnerable and trusting me not to hurt her again—and all I could think about was how good it would feel to sandwich my cock between her hot pussy.

I tried to shift my hips away from hers, to create some distance between us so that I wouldn’t be tempted further. But every time I moved, babygirl seemed to instinctually press herself closer to me, seeking out the warmth and safety of my embrace.

I was only a man. I hastily gave up on trying to resist. There was something undeniably sexy about watching her sleep, knowing that she trusted me enough to let her guard down completely, even after I’d made her cry. And besides, I reasoned with myself, we were both adults who cared deeply for each other. What harm could come from indulging in a little bit of pleasure?

Carefully, I lowered my pelvis until the tip of my cock brushed against the hidden folds of her pussy. My cock slid against her warmth as I watched her innocent face, and I kept my moans to a minimum.

I want to rape her, I thought to myself. I want to rape my babygirl.

With one hand, I reached down to slide her panties aside and guide my cock to her slick hole simultaneously. Fearful that she’d wake up any second now, I slid into her. The feeling of her warm, wet heat enveloping me sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. It felt like a dream. With what little self-control I had, I stifled a moan, refusing to wake her.

This can’t end.

This can never end.

For several minutes, I stayed perfectly still, simply enjoying the sensation of being buried deep within her. Then, slowly, I began to move. Each thrust was measured and deliberate, designed to maximize our mutual enjoyment without waking her from her slumber.

It didn’t take long before I could feel myself nearing the edge. My breath came in short, sharp bursts, and my heart raced in time with my quickening thrusts.

My hands roamed over her back and sides, pulling my cock deeper inside my stepdaughter. I tried not to shake my little girl too much, but our bodies moved together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting seamlessly and perfectly.

Despite my guilt, knowing that she was asleep and unwilling seemed to heighten my pleasure. Was it the taboo nature? The lack of consent? My uncontrollable desire? My cock was impossibly stiff within her.

With each stroke, I felt myself drawing closer to release, until finally, with one last, powerful thrust, I emptied myself inside her unsuspecting pussy. She was too good a girl—too good a pussy to contain the lustful groan that coasted beside her ear.

“Daddy?” Babygirl woke up with more tears bubbling at the rims of her eyes as I couldn’t hide what I’d just done. “Daddy, why?”

“Shhh, baby, just go back to sleep, okay?” I panted, trying not to focus on the way my freshly produced cum sloshed inside her womb or the possibility of impregnating her in one shot. “Just go back to sleep.”

“I hate you!” she sobbed, and my cock pulsed.

“I know… I’m so sorry.” And I was… I just couldn’t resist my little girl. “I love you.”