Claiming Daddy Ch. 14

I let myself savor it for a minute. The feeling of being held and claimed, of knowing exactly what he wanted even before he was awake enough to name it.

In the washed-out, forgiving light of morning, I woke to the familiar pressure of my father’s arms caging me in, chest pressed flush to my back, hips snug against the curve of my ass. The bedsheets were a tangle of heat and sticky half-sleep, clinging to his scent, my scent, our scent. His cock—hard, insistent, hotter than anything else in the room—was trapped against my belly, throbbing through cotton and skin with a helpless urgency.

I let myself savor it for a minute. The feeling of being held and claimed, of knowing exactly what he wanted even before he was awake enough to name it. He shifted against me, sleep-muddled, not yet conscious of where his body ended and mine began. But his cock knew. It pushed against the cleft between my thighs, seeking out the heat of me, a blind and hopeful animal. I grinned into the pillow and tilted my hips just a little, grinding back so the head slipped between my thighs and rested snuggly against the lips of my pussy.

Dad’s hand, heavy and possessive, slid up my ribcage, splaying out under my breast. He pulled me even closer, grinding his hips in a slow, involuntary circle. A low, needy noise rumbled against my spine. Heat, wet and hungry, answered him.

“Morning, Daddy,” I breathed, letting my voice ride the edge between sleepy and slutty. My hand slid back over his thigh, fingers tracing lazy, thoughtless circles through the dusting of hair. He responded automatically, his body tightening, the hand on my chest kneading me like he was unsure if I was real or a fragment of some depraved dream.

His lips grazed the soft spot behind my ear, and his morning voice was all gravel and regret. “God, Jessie. I—fuck. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

I wriggled back into his cock and arched my spine like a cat, pressing my ass into his lap. “Don’t apologize.” My hand snaked down, fingers holding the shaft of his cock flat against my pussy. “I love waking up to you.”

He groaned, like he was in pain. His hand moved, cupping my breast through the fabric, thumb brushing my nipple in the slowest, laziest circle. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, and even in that moment I heard the reverence in it. The surrender. “You know that?”

Rolling over to face him, I twisted so we were nose to nose, my thigh lifted atop his. He looked ruined. There was a desperate, unshaven morning stubble to him, and his hair was wild and ridiculous, but his eyes—Jesus, the way he looked at me made my pulse jackrabbit in my veins. Like I was something holy. Or dangerous. Or both.

“You say that like you want me to stop,” I whispered. I used the head of his cock to tease my pussy lips open. Gathered the trickle of juices on his skin until he was slick and ready to fill me. “Don’t you want to fuck your daughter?”

He flinched, and his voice went raw. “You know I can’t. Not anymore.”

I kissed him, slow and teasing, lips barely grazing his before pulling away. “Then don’t.”

His hand found my breast again. Kneaded it like a kitten on a blanket. “Jessie…” His voice trailed off into a question, or maybe a prayer. My answer was to slide my knee higher, my cunt lips parted just enough for him to feel my sweltering against the head of his cock.

“Is this what you want?” I murmured, my lips so close to his that my words brushed across his mouth like a secret. “You want to fuck your daughter first thing in the morning?” I let the word “daughter” linger, slow and syrupy, watching for the way it made his eyes flare with shame and hunger.

He tensed, all the muscles in his arms and chest bunching, his breath stuttering out like he was on the verge of something catastrophic. “God help me, yes.”

I felt a savage delight uncurl in my chest. Resisted the urge to sink my body around my father’s cock. Petted his face with one hand and touched my lips to his.

“Say it,” I demanded. “Say you want to fuck me. Use my name.”

His throat worked, and for a second I thought he’d choke on the words. But he didn’t break eye contact. “I want to fuck you, Jessie.” He said it so soft, like if he said it too loud the world would end. “I want to be inside you. I want to make you mine, all the way.”

Dad’s beard scraped against my fingertips as I traced his jaw. I slid my hand back into his hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. “That’s a good boy,” I whispered. “You’re learning so fast.”

He made a guttural noise in his throat and rocked against me, rutting his cock against my cunt with such unselfconscious need that I wanted to let him take me right there, just to see how far he’d go. But I wasn’t done making him beg.

Pushing Dad on his back, I straddled his hips so that the ridge of his cock pressed right against me. The smallest movement would sheathe me around him. My tits rested against his chest, heavy and full, nipples already achingly hard. “Let’s see who owns who, shall we?” I teased, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “You want inside me. I say you can’t have that. Are you going to take it anyway?”

Dad’s glassy eyes stared up at me. One hand touched my hip and jerked away as if he didn’t trust himself. He shook his head.

“I would never-”

“Then beg for it.” My smile widened at his surprise. “I want you inside me, too, Daddy. But I can’t let you say that fucking me gives you ownership of my body. You’re going to beg, because we both know who is in charge of what we’re doing, don’t we?

He shook, every muscle trembling under my hands. “Please, Jessie. Please, I need it. I need you.” Both hands caught at my thighs. Squeezed tight. “Please, baby. Let Daddy-”

I leaned down and kissed him, soft and slow, until his hands relaxed, until I felt him start to melt beneath me. Then I pulled back, watching his face as I spoke.

“Let Daddy what?” I asked, my lips still against his, his hands full of my ass.

“Let Daddy fuck you,” he whispered. “I’m yours, Jesse. I have been from the moment you were born. This is just… the next step. Please, sweetheart. Let me feel you. Please.”

“I can’t,” I said, and let the disappointment break through in my voice. “I can’t let you fuck me today.”

He stared up at me, confusion and panic warring in his face. “Why?”

My fingers touched his cheek, traced the ridge of his brow with my thumb. “I’m ovulating.” I said it quietly, like an admission. “If you come inside me now, there’s a real chance I would get pregnant. I shouldn’t have allowed it yesterday. I just… I needed it, you know?”

He swallowed hard. “I know.”

“The only way you could possibly fuck me today is if you promised not to come inside me.” I let the words hang in the air, my hand on his chest feeling the way his heart sped up. “And I can’t ask you to do that. Not with how much you want it. Not with how much I want you to let go.”

Daddy groaned, a sound of absolute torment, and wrapped his arms around my waist, crushing me to him. “You’re killing me,” he said, and I loved the way he said it, the way he meant it.

I pressed my lips to his ear. “We can do anything else you want. Anything at all. But you have to promise, Daddy. You can’t come inside me today.”

Breath ragged against my neck, his cock was a steel rod pressed throbbing at the breach. I could feel his need, how close he was to breaking, and I knew I had him. All I had to do was wait.

He nodded, and the tiniest part of me wondered if he’d keep his promise. But most of me just wanted to see how far I could push him before he broke. I liked the sound of my father begging. I wanted to hear it while he made me come.

“I promise, Jesse. Please, let me fuck you.”

The way he looked at me when I told him “no” was almost as good as letting him do it. The hurt, the hope, the wild, broken animal behind his eyes. I could taste the edge of his need on the air, ozone and sweat and some bitter, smoky thing that belonged only to him. When I rolled off his hips and lay back on the mattress, hands behind my head, I could feel his gaze tracking every twitch of my muscles, every calculated stretch. His cock was still standing straight up in his boxers, leaking a smear of pre-come into the elastic.

Propped on his elbow next to me, Daddy looked so fucking vulnerable, so desperate. It took all my self-control not to just spread my legs and let him fuck the consequences right into me. I honestly didn’t care if he knocked me up. Part of me wanted to have that between us. Right now, my fertility was just a tool to bind him to me. And if he wanted to fuck his daughter bad, he was going to have to ask. And then he was going to have to earn it.

He moved over me, my legs rising to wrap around his waist instinctively. Daddy’s cock throbbed against my thigh. “Jessie,” he breathed, his voice hoarse and thin. “I want to learn. Please. What your asking…” A shiver ran through him. He hung his head. “I can’t do it alone. I’ll need your help.”

“I’m not asking you, Dad,” I whispered. I caught his face in my hand and gave him a slow, deep kiss that smoldered with promise. “I’m just saying I can’t let you fuck me. We both know you’ll come inside me.”

One hand dug under me and finger sank into my ass. I gave a mewl of need, knowing Dad couldn’t resist the call of his daughter’s need. My heart thudded hard, the pleasure of power mixing with a savage affection. I cupped the back of his head, guiding his mouth back to mine, and kissed him with open, hungry heat.

“I’m not asking to come in you,” he whispered. “I know I’m not allowed to do that.” Frustration turned his voice into a low growl. “I need to be inside you, baby. If you help me hold back, I’ll do it.”

“You’ll fuck me without coming?” I raised an eyebrow, my arms resting on his broad shoulders. “You’ll raw-cock fuck your own daughter so she can come all she wants and still - somehow - manage not to pump your cum into her guts?” I rolled my hips at him. “Don’t tease me with what I can’t have, Daddy. I get so horny when I’m at my peak.”

“Jesse…” My name was a prayer and a curse. Salvation that damned his soul. “Please. I promise I won’t come in you.”

“Promise you won’t come at all,” I urged. “I don’t like it when guys come on my belly or tits. I’m not a whore, Daddy.”

His body rose above me. I rested my palms against his chest. Met his hungry, horror-filled gaze.

“I would never suggest-”

“You want to fuck me,” I said gently. “Guys say a lot of things they don’t really mean to get their dick wet.” A sigh lifted my breasts, drawing Dad’s gaze momentarily. “If you really need to come, I’ll suck your dick.” I shrugged. “I can do without, as long as my Daddy has what he needs.”

“No!” Daddy’s voice was soft but emphatic. “I won’t come today, no matter what.” He rested atop me again, shivering as he ran his hands over his daughter’s naked body. “I just need to be with you. To be in you.” I heard him gulp as he nuzzled my throat. His voice turned almost childlike with need. “I’ll do anything you want, Jesse. Please, say I can be in you again. Please.”

“You’ll do anything?” I whispered.

He nodded, rubbing his cheek against my collarbone like a penitent. “Anything.”

“Good. First lesson—slower is always better.” I caught his hands as they started to wander, stuffing one under my head and the other at my hip. “You don’t just rush in and take. You have to earn it. You have to make me want you so much I can’t stand it.” I let his wrists go, trusting him to behave, and watched the way he trembled with the effort of holding himself back. “Don’t reach for what you want most. Marvel at my entire body. Worship every inch of me, Daddy. I want to feel your love on my skin.”

He nodded, not trusting his voice. I smiled and gave in. I couldn’t resist giving him what I wanted most of all.

“Start here,” I said, guiding his head down to my neck. “Kiss me. Slow. No hands.” I felt his body tense as I denied him the use of his hands, and the anticipation made my skin buzz. He obeyed instantly, kissing along my jaw, behind my ear, down to the hollow of my throat. He lingered at each spot, letting his tongue lap at the salt, his lips dragging fire across my skin.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” I whispered. “Tell me you adore me. Tell me you need me. Don’t beg with words. Let me hear it panting between each word.”

hen he reached my collarbone, I arched up into him, letting out a little whimper just to reward his obedience. His cock twitched against my thigh, but I ignored it, letting him suffer. “Good boy, Daddy” I murmured. “Keep going. Make me feel it.”

He kissed his way down to the swell of my breast. I felt his moan against my ribcage. When he reached my nipple, he hesitated, waiting for permission. His nose traced a tight circle around the swollen bud.

“Make this about what I need,” I whispered. “You’re doing so good, Daddy. Make your little girl horny.”

The anticipation was incredible. The wet heat of my father’s mouth focused on the tip of his tongue as he slowly circumscribed the curve of my breast. His face turned as he traced the other breast.

“God, Jesse. You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurts.” Hungry eyes sought mine for approval. “I love you with all my heart, baby. Daddy will do anything you want.”

“Don’t promise more than you can deliver,” I warned. “I’ll take everything, Daddy. I’ll make you mine in ways you don’t even dream of.”

“Impossible.” His calloused hands held my ribcage as he kissed lower. “I dream of being yours. Completely yours.”

I was sure he didn’t mean it the way I wanted him to. My father didn’t dream of being my slave. He dreamed of being my lover. I wanted him to be both. But that had to be offered, not taken.

“So good, Daddy,” I purred. “You’re making my pussy so fucking wet. Don’t touch it, Daddy. Not yet.”

“I love you,” he whispered at my navel. His teeth grazed my skin, making my belly ripple. “Jesse, make me belong to you. Teach me to be the lover you deserve. The lover you’ve always dreamt of.”

Dad’s face nuzzled the stubble below my waist. The scent of my arousal rose, thick and hot. I caught his face in my hands and held him there.

“Breathe it in,” I commanded gently. “Savor the scent of your daughter’s pussy.” I ran my fingers back into his hair, holding him back just a bit. “Don’t touch my pussy, Daddy. Not yet. Just love me. Make me feel so beautiful I can’t help but want you inside me.”

Daddy’s hands slid under my butt, lifting me towards his face. I heard him breathe deeply. Saw his eyes dilate as he stared up at me.

“I would do anything to be inside you, Jesse,” he whispered. “Anything. Test me. Demand something outrageous. Make me do something to prove it.”

“No,” I said, asserting my control. “I’ll make you obey me later. Right now, you make me feel beautiful. Make me believe this is about something other than burying your cock in your daughter’s flesh.”

His mouth was hot on my thighs. Hungry. I felt him trembling against me. Listened to his mantra of love and adoration. It wasn’t just sex for him. I had unlocked that deep, neglected part of him that needed a woman’s heart and soul, not just her pussy.

“I love you,” I whispered back to him. “I love my Daddy.”

Drawing him up to kiss my mouth, I sucked his tongue against mine. Guided his cock back to the seeping volcano between my thighs. I rubbed my father’s cock against my wetness, coating him in it.

“Promise me you won’t come,” I whispered. “Promise. Because I need this, Daddy. I need a man I can believe in. Someone I can trust. Someone who loves all of me and not just the dirty parts that make him come.”

“I promise, little girl,” he whispered. “I’ll never come again, if that’s what you need. I just want to love you. I want you to know what you mean to me.”

“Show me,” I said, pressing the head of his cock into me. My hand on his chest pushed as the one on his cock pulled. “Slow. Easy, Daddy. Learn how every inch of your daughter’s pussy feels as you sink into it.” I giggled. “And if you stop begging for my pussy, you stop getting it.”

Dad's eyes were fathomless pools of need as he pushed inside me, inch by torturous inch. His whole body quivered with the effort of restraint, sweat beading on his forehead. A soft whimper rattled deep in his throat.

"That's it," I encouraged, my fingernails digging crescents into his shoulders. "Feel every bit of me, Daddy. Tell me how your daughter's pussy feels."

"So tight," he groaned, his voice cracking. "So wet and hot and perfect. God, Jessie, you're squeezing me like you want to break me." He sighed, deep and cleansing. “You have no idea what it feels like for a man to be held this way.”

“Tell me,” I said. “I want to know. Tell me what I’m doing to my father.”

I clenched around him deliberately, feeling a rush of power as his eyes rolled back. His hips stuttered, fighting the urge to thrust. I could feel how desperately he wanted to pound into me, to claim me with animal abandon. But he held back, trembling above me like a man in prayer.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely audible. "Please, let me move."

“Back out,” I whispered. “Trust me, Daddy. Your little girl knows how to fuck.” My fingers guided him out of my slick walls. “Push,” I said, lifting him just enough to deny him entry. I shivered and gasped as my father’s cock slid against my swollen clit. “Grind,” I panted. “Just a little. Soft. Make me want more.”

“You’re amazing, Jess,” Daddy whispered. “I never dreamed of loving a woman this way.”

“Yes, you did,” I smiled, twisting a knife that would never be fully out of his back. “Before you met my mother, you dreamed of belonging to someone, heart and soul.”

Daddy froze. Sadness touched his eyes. I guided him back inside me, back to the precise depth he had before. My hand caressed his cheek.

“I shouldn’t mention her at a time like this,” I apologized, but he shook his head.

“It’s okay, Jess. She’s my cross to bear.” His eyes filled with hot tears and my heart thumped double-time for him. “You’re everything she isn’t, baby. Loving. Sweet.”

“Fuckable.”

He chuckled. “Definitely.” Dad brought his mouth to mine, and I opened to let him push his tongue against mine. I sucked it as I took him in and out of my pussy, making him pant and whimper. “God, I need this, Jesse. I need you to do this to me.” He stopped and stared into my eyes. “Show me I can love you without coming in you. Teach me to love you the way you want to be loved.”

I answered him with my eyes, letting his cock slide against my clit. Back arched. Goosebumps prickled. Shuddered. Guided him back to me. This time, I took another full inch of my father’s cock.

"Slow," I reminded him. "Like you're savoring the most precious thing in the world." My hands ran over his shoulders. His powerful arms. “Do it like I showed you. Gentle. And talk to me. Tell me how you feel. What you’re doing. How you need me.”

Dad began to rock into me with exquisite care, each stroke measured and deliberate. His eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed my face. I let him see it all—how much I loved the stretch of him inside me, the way his cock hit spots that made my toes curl, the fullness that made me feel complete in ways nothing else ever had.

“I love you,” he whispered. “with every nook and cranny of my heart.” He withdrew and teased my clit, making me writhe. “I need you more than I ever knew.”

"That's it," I breathed, arching my back to take him deeper. "Just like that. You're being so good for me."

His rhythm faltered at my praise, a groan tearing from his throat. "I love you so much," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

I laughed softly, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "Lucky to be fucking your daughter?"

Dad's pupils dilated, his cock throbbing inside me at my words. "Yes," he admitted, shame and desire mingling in his voice. "God help me, yes."

I dug my nails into his shoulders. Marked him as mine. Rolled my hips as he flowed into me. "Tell me more," I demanded. "Tell me exactly what you love about fucking me."

His hips moved with more urgency now, though still with careful control. "I love how wet you get for me," he confessed, words tumbling out in a rush. "How your body responds to mine like we were made for each other. I love the sounds you make, the way you look at me like I'm everything you've ever wanted."

Daddy’s words worked me as thoroughly as his cock. I mewled at his praise. Panted at his adoration. Urged him on. Slowly.

"I love that it's you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "That it's my little girl taking my cock, wanting me inside her. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Loving you is all I ever want to do."

I felt my orgasm approaching, a tingling heat spreading through my limbs. "I'm going to come," I warned him. "And when I do, I'm going to squeeze your cock so hard you'll want to fill me up."

Dad's whole body tensed. "Jesse—"

"You promised," I reminded him, my voice sharp even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. "You promised not to come." I tightened around Dad’s cock. Gasped at the surge of pleasure. “I can’t help you while I come on you,” I told him. “You have to be strong, Daddy. You have to give us this, or I’ll have to take it away.”

He nodded frantically, his jaw clenched tight. I could see the battle raging inside him, the desperate need to let go warring with his promise to me. My pussy fluttered, trying to find the precipice to leap from.

“Kiss me,” I told him, and the command was a spell, not a request. Dad’s mouth found mine, hungry and searing, as the world dissolved into white heat that radiated from the core of my body outwards. My orgasm seized me so violently that I bit his lip, tasted blood, tasted the tang of his need. I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist in an effort to keep him inside, to anchor myself as the pleasure detonated in me.

He held me through it, never losing rhythm, never looking away from my face even when I had to break the kiss to gasp for breath. I clung to my father’s back, my nails dragging lines down his skin as each wave crested and broke, as my body milked his cock with spasms that seemed to set us both on fire. Everything narrowed to the heat between my legs and the fullness of him inside me, the axis on which my universe spun.

“Don’t stop,” I panted between waves. “Make me come until I’m done with it. Daddy! Make me come!”

His hands were everywhere—on my hips, my ribs, cradling my skull like he might lose me if he didn’t keep hold. I felt his own restraint fraying, the tremors in his arms and the desperate little shudders of his cock as it pulsed and flexed. He wanted to come so badly I could smell the sweat and musk of his effort not to. But he didn’t. Not once did he let go. He just kept right on loving me, matching every spasm of my climax with a gentle, answering thrust. Even denying himself the full depths of my pussy, with carefully measured strokes that sent sparkles dancing along my walls.

I wanted to devour him, to drag him inside my body and keep him there forever. But I also wanted to see him break, to watch my pleasure turn into his torment. I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked it, hard, as if I could pull all the longing out of him and keep it locked in my belly. I felt every breath he took, every attempt to master himself. Our bodies slicked with sweat, stuck together at every point, trembling in time with each other. With each peak of pleasure, I whispered to him between sobs, “I love you. I love you. I love you, Daddy.”

He was crying, I realized. Not loud, but the tears streaked down his cheeks, mixing with my own sweat and spit. He kissed me harder, desperate and vulnerable. His pulse thudded at his throat, his cock throbbing in its prison. It made me want to weep, too, for how perfectly tragic and beautiful we were: a father and daughter, locked together in the oldest sin, both unwilling to back down or let go.

The orgasm seemed endless—no afterglow, just a series of spikes and valleys, each one more acute than the last. I felt myself blur, dissolve, come apart and reassemble with his cock the axis of my being. Only when I had wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body did I let my grip loosen, my arms falling back to the sheets. I stared up at him, our faces inches apart, both of us panting and spent. Exhausted. Spent.

“Don’t come,” I whispered. “If you love me, you won’t do it.”

Daddy was as good as his word.