The house was quiet, the only sound the soft snoring of my father coming from his bedroom. I tiptoed down the hallway, my heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I pushed open the door to his room, the hinges creaking softly.
I was clad in a sheer nightgown, one that left little to the imagination. I had always been a minx, a bit of a troublemaker, but this was different. This was forbidden. I felt a thrill run through me as I gazed at my father's form, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants. It was prominent, even in his sleep. I felt my heart rate quicken as I reached out, my fingers trembling with anticipation. I gently stroked the bulge, my father stirring slightly but not waking.
Emboldened, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his member. It was already half-hard, and I felt a sense of power at the sight. I leaned down, my lips meeting the tip of his cock. I swirled my tongue around, teasing him.
He began to stir, his breathing deepening. I took him fully into my mouth, sucking and licking. He woke up with a start, his eyes opening wide as he realized what was happening. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice gruff with sleep.
I pulled back, a playful smile on my face. "What does it look like, Daddy?" I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I could see the confusion and arousal warring on his face.
He tried to push me away, but I wasn't having it. I pinned him down, my body pressing against his. "You can't resist me, Daddy," I whispered in his ear. "You know you want it."
He groaned, giving in to me. I continued to suck and lick, my movements becoming more urgent. He reached down, grabbing my ass. I moaned, grinding against his hand.
He flipped me over, pinning me down. I gasped, but didn't resist. He entered me, thrusting deep. I cried out, my nails digging into his back.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. We both knew this was wrong, but we couldn't stop. The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hips moving against mine.
"I know, Daddy," I replied, biting my lip. "You always feel so good."
He reached down, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I moaned, my back arching off the bed. I was close, so close.
"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
I did, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined. I traced patterns on his chest, my mind racing. This was our secret, our little game. And I couldn't wait to play it again.
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