Claiming Daddy Ch. 15
His raging boner made a tent of the sheet thrown over the top of him. I smiled, basking in the knowledge that Dad’s hard-on was for me.
I woke with a start, unaware that I’d been napping again. Need boiled in my belly. I didn’t need to pee, I needed to fuck. And be fucked. The sheets under my thighs were sticky and still musky and fragrant, mocking me and my decision to tease my father. That brought a smile to my face, though. I stretched, catlike, and let the memory of his cock inside me flicker across my nerves. It didn’t take much to get me wet at the best of times. Today was something else entirely.
It was ovulation. Not the vague, ticklish warning of a period a week away, but the real deal. Peak fertility, that precise window where my body screamed at me to hunt down the best, closest, strongest male and let him breed me raw. The evolutionary engine running behind every one of my conscious thoughts. If someone ever tried to write a self-help book for girls with daddy issues, they could start with a chapter called “Know Your Cycle” and the rest would just be blank pages.
I rolled out of bed, feeling the syrupy drag between my thighs, and made no attempt to cover myself. It felt glorious to be naked and freshly fucked. Any clothing would be overdressed at this moment.
Daddy’s eyes bore into me. His raging boner made a tent of the sheet thrown over the top of him. I smiled, basking in the knowledge that Dad’s hard-on was for me. I caused it.
“See anything you want to try?” I teased, spinning on my toes like a ballerina, arms stretched overhead. “We are always open to suggestions here at the You-Can’t-Come-Cafe.”
Dad groaned. One hand dipped under the sheets to stroke his cock. My eyes went from the lump under the sheets to his eyes and back. I licked my lips and put a hand on my hip, cocking it out to the side in a way that made Dad’s eyes go hot and heavy with want. “If you’re going to do that, you have to let me enjoy the show,” I said. I kept my voice light, teasing, but inside I was thrumming with the need to see him do it, to know that even when I was being a brat, I could reduce my father to nothing but animal lust. “Let me see my father jerk off while he looks at me.”
He hesitated for only a second, then the sheet dropped away. His cock was angry red and leaking, huge and blunt-tipped and so hard it looked like it hurt him to touch it. But he wrapped his thick fingers around the base, squeezing, stroking, a pulse in his neck leaping with each slick, audible pump of his hand. The knuckles stood out white against his tan, rough carpenter’s hands. I laughed, not with mockery but with delight, and shimmied closer, letting my breasts bounce and my thighs brush together in a way that I knew would drive him to the edge.
“You like that, Daddy?” I asked, voice honey-thick and low, and I could see him bite down on a groan so hard he nearly chipped a tooth.
“Jesse.” He said my name like it was both a prayer and a curse. His fist blurred up and down, the head of his cock swelling with every upward stroke.
I held up a finger and wagged it. “Beg to fuck me,” I said, not a suggestion, but law. “Come on, Daddy, tell me how bad you want it. Tell me exactly what you want to do to your own little girl.”
He choked on a breath, edging even closer to the brink. “Fucking God in Heaven, Jesse,” he said, and his voice was so raw it barely sounded like words. “I want to come in you. I don’t fucking care if you have my baby. I’ll only love you more for it.” The words hung in the air, and for a second I was stunned, not by the depravity but by the honesty. It hit me somewhere deep. Maybe the same ancient part of me that made me crave him in the first place.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out for a second. I could feel my pulse in my cunt, a hot throb that almost knocked me over. God, he meant it. He honestly wanted me that way, wanted to cross every line because he loved me too much not to.
I took a step back, putting a little distance between us. “Stop,” I said. “I don’t want you to come. You promised.” The look on his face was a perfect blend of agony and obedience, and it made me feel like a goddess, a queen, the high priestess of denial and reward.
Dad’s hand froze as he shivered. He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he forced himself to stop. One giant vein bisected the shaft of his cock, and it looked fit to burst. A glassy, silvery bead of pre-cum pooled at the slit and dripped onto his stomach, leaving a glistening snail trail in its wake. The air felt thick with his hunger, with the smell of sex and the pacing of our breath. Maybe, I thought with a wicked thrill, he would come anyway, just from the pressure, just from the ache.
But he didn’t. He was good. He was mine.
Always.
I put a finger to my lips, pretending to think. “Tell me what you want,” I said. “Say it again, Daddy. Don’t hide it from me.” I wanted to hear him say it, to make him admit, again and again, that he belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. “Let me hear how much it means to you to ram that big cock inside your hot young daughter.”
He looked up, eyes gone wild and animal-bright. “I want your pussy,” Dad growled. “I want to fuck you, Jesse. I want to fuck my own daughter and I want to come inside her. I want to feel you come on my dick and I want to pump you full of cum. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I want to keep you for myself. I want you pregnant with my baby, and I want to watch the world burn if anyone tries to take you from me.”
His words crashed over me, hot and terrifying and perfect. It hit me in the pelvis like a car crash, and I was already clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill me up. I could sense the ache in his balls, the pressure building, and I wanted to see how far I could take him before he broke.
I sauntered closer, making sure he could see every inch of me. I reached out and traced the tip of his cock with one finger, gathering pre-cum and sucking it off with a deliberate smack of my lips. Dad shuddered and tried to push his hips up, but I only laughed and shook my head.
“Not yet,” I whispered. “Not until I say so.”
He whimpered with longing, and I grinned, sinking to my knees beside the bed. I let my hair fall in a curtain over my face, then flicked it back so he could see the feral hunger in my eyes as I licked the inside of his thigh, working my way upward. I stopped just shy of his cock, breathing hot air across the head, and watched him fist the sheets with both hands.
“Please, Jesse,” he managed. “Please. I’m dying here.”
The power was intoxicating. Every inch of my skin tingled with it. I scraped my teeth lightly along his leg, then climbed up onto the bed, straddling his hips. My pussy hovered just above his cock, the heat radiating between us. I swirled my hips, letting my slick lower lips glide over the tip, smearing it with my wetness but never letting him inside.
He moaned, the sound ragged and pleading.
“Look at you, Daddy.” I grinded a little harder, letting his cock slip through my folds but stopping at the entrance each time. “So big, so desperate. Bet you’d do anything to fuck your little girl right now.”
A wordless nod. His hands hovered in the air, not daring to touch me without permission. Shaking with hunger. Barely restrained need.
I leaned forward, kissing down his chest, letting my nipples drag across his skin. He jerked like he’d been shocked. Staring into his eyes, I bit my lip and sat back. “Tell me again,” I said. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” An impish grin made Daddy’s heart thunder. “I almost believe you.”
He closed his eyes, groaning. “I want to fuck you, Jesse. I want to be inside you until I can’t think straight. I want to make you come on my cock. I want to fill you up until you’re dripping with me.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous, making my pussy pulse in anticipation of being pounded. “Give me your pussy, baby girl. Daddy needs to fuck you. Daddy needs to be inside his little girl.”
I let myself drop, just enough to let the head of his cock breach me, then pulled away instantly. He howled, and I almost laughed, except it felt so good, the friction, the denial, the anticipation. I did it again, letting him in a little deeper, then pulling away, milking it for all it was worth. I could see him mentally begging for release, but I was in control. I would always in control with him.
Words failed him, and he went silent, panting and frustrated. I giggled and walked to the bathroom, feeling Dad’s eyes on my bare ass the entire five steps across my bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and looked over my shoulder at him.
I grinned at him and shook a finger in mock scolding. Dad showed me both hands were nowhere near his cock. I reached for my toothbrush and turned to admire him, though it probably looked more like I didn’t trust him.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked, scrubbing my molars. “You look… worn out.
He made a noise like a grunt, followed by a nervous little laugh. “Eventually.”
“Dream about me?” I didn’t look back, but I could feel his eyes crawling over my body. The room filled with the scent of my arousal, heavy and almost musky. I turned to the sink and bent over, letting Daddy see how wet his daughter’s pussy was for him. “You can tell me the truth. I want to be in your dreams, but it’s okay if I’m not there yet.”
Dad cleared his throat. He was still shy, in the way that only made it more delicious. “Yeah,” he said, finally. “I did.”
“Was it a sex dream or one of the weird ones?” I spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth, turning to face him, still naked, toothbrush in hand. His eyes flickered downward, then back up to meet mine. I made no effort to hide the half-smile that tugged at my lips. I could see the pulse hammering in his throat.
He tried to play it cool, but his cheeks flushed pink. “Mostly sex,” he admitted. “But at one point, you were riding a horse bareback through a field of sunflowers. I was chasing after you, yelling at you to be careful.” He gave a helpless shrug. “You wouldn’t slow down.”
I laughed and rinsed my mouth and toothbrush. Pulled my hair back behind my head and twisted it into a loose knot that would sort of hold it. For a little while.
“Well, you’re a stallion, Dad,” I teased, crossing the room to him. “And I definitely don’t want to slow down.” He wanted to reach out and touch me, I could see it. His hand twitched, then balled into a fist at his side. I ran a finger along his forearm, light as a promise. “You can’t look at me and not want it, can you?”
He shook his head, eyes locked on my lips. “Not after…” He gestured at the wrecked linens that stank of our sex. “Jesus, Jessie. I can’t even think straight now. All I can think about is fucking my daughter.”
“Good,” I said, leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth. “That’s all I want you to think about. That way I can tease the living hell out of you.”
He didn’t flinch, but there was a subtle shift in him, a tension flexing through every muscle like he knew I was about to test the boundaries of his self-control. I loved that about him, the way he could barely meet my eyes when I was in this mood. He knew what I was. My predator to his prey. Like he was a wild animal caught in a snare and all he wanted was to give in, to surrender, but he refused to lose himself. Not unless I made him. That was the challenge. That was the game.
I reached for his cock, already standing at attention again in the morning light. It really was obscene, how quickly his body responded to me, how even a brush of my thigh against his would make him pulse and twitch, how the taste of my skin on his tongue could undo every ounce of discipline he’d spent a lifetime cultivating. I stroked him slowly, deliberately, my thumb teasing the tip and then gliding down the shaft, watching the way it made his eyes flutter and his breath catch.
“Did you know ovulating makes me extra horny?” I breathed, nuzzling into his neck so that my hair draped over his chest. “It’s science, but it feels like pure sin.” I kissed down his jawline, relishing the scratch of stubble against my lips. “Every cell in my body wants it, Daddy. And being this horny makes me a little bit of a bitch.”
He shuddered, hands fisting the sheets. “You left out that last part,” he growled, but there was a soft note under it, like he adored the cruelty as much as he feared what it would do to him. “You’re incredible, Jesse. Please, just…”
I squeezed the base of his cock and then let go. Stared straight into his eyes, daring him to move. “You want to come, don’t you?” I said, but it wasn’t really a question. “You want to come for me, Daddy, but I don’t want you to come. So, if you come, it’s for you, not for me. If you don’t come, it’s for me. And you want it to be for me, right? So, you see? You can’t come, Daddy. You can’t.” I shrugged. “I don’t make the rules, Daddy. That’s just how it is.”
“I’m pretty sure you make all the rules,” he whispered, eyes closed in frustrated bliss. “I’ll do whatever you want, Jesse. I promise. Anything.”
I ran my thumb along the soft belly of his cock, pushing a fat bead of pre-cum out to shiver, silver and wet. Staring at my father, I bent low over it, extending my tongue. When I tasted the tang of his salt, I swirled it around the head of his cock, letting it mix with my saliva as it ran down his cock in rivulets.
Daddy trembled, not from weakness but from the violence of how much he wanted it. “Fuck, Jesse,” he said, and the words vibrated in his chest. “I can’t take this.”
“Say it.” I blew my breath over the head of his cock.
“Suck my dick, Jesse. Just fucking suck it. Please.” Daddy’s fingers sank into the bed as I giggled. “I can’t do this, Jess. I can’t. I’m sorry. It’s too much. I can’t do it.”
I reached up and traced his lips with my fingertip, making him chase it with his tongue. “You can. You can take anything I give you. Because you want me that bad, don’t you?” My voice was softer now, almost gentle, but the words cut just as deep. “You’d do anything for me. You’d give up everything for me.”
He nodded, jaw clenched so tight I thought he might shatter his own teeth. “I’d do anything you told me to,” he whispered. “As long as I get to have you. Even if it hurts.”
I smiled, slow and wicked. “That’s what I like to hear.” I bent over again, this time kissing his collarbone, then dragging my tongue along the line of his throat. His pulse beat wild under my lips. I loved him like this, trembling with anticipation, so desperate for me he could barely breathe. I wanted to see how far he could go before he broke.
For the next hour, I made him wait. I teased him with my mouth, with my tongue, with my fingers dancing just around the places he wanted me most. I kissed his chest, his stomach, the crease where his thigh met his groin. Each time I got close, I moved away, leaving him shaking and panting and cursing softly into the air. Sometimes I just sat on top of him and made him look at me, made him memorize every inch of my body while his need built and built and built.
I let him touch me, too, but only when I wanted it, only where I wanted it. The second he tried to take more, I slapped his hand away or bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Even the pain made him harder. Made him love me more. Made him want me more. Made him my possession more.
Desperation covered his face, surrounded his body. His cock was almost purple with need, the head glistening with a constant leak of pre-cum. His hands shook when he grabbed at the sheets or at my hips. His eyes were wild, pupils so blown they looked black. I was almost proud of what I’d done to him, how completely I’d taken control.
I dropped my voice to a whisper. “You want to come so bad, don’t you? But you’re not going to. Not until I say.” I gripped his cock again, squeezing hard, then letting go. The moan he made was so raw I felt it in my own stomach. “If you want to fuck your daughter, you have to be strong enough to wait for her to be ready for your cum. You don’t want to waste your cum, do you, Daddy?”
He covered his face with both hands, struggling to hold it together. “Jesus, Jesse, please—”
I crawled up until I was nose-to-nose with him. “No, Daddy. Not yet.” I tapped his lips with my finger and he kissed the tip like it was a sacred offering. “Don’t look away. I want you to see who’s doing this to you.”
For a minute, we just stared at each other, both of us shaking with need but neither one willing to cave. The room felt electric, the sunlight slanting across the bed like a spotlight. I could smell myself, hot and ripe and ready, and I could see the way it drove him insane. Every time I shifted, the slick sound of my pussy made his cock jump. I wanted him so bad it hurt, but I didn’t want to give in. Not yet. I wanted to make him beg.
I leaned in and whispered, “How does it feel, knowing you can’t have what you want? That you have to wait, even though it’s the only thing you think about?”
He almost whimpered. “It’s torture,” he said. “But I deserve it. I deserve anything you want to do to me.”
I kissed him, deep and needy, then pulled away just as fast. “That’s right,” I said. “And you’re going to thank me for it, too.”
Daddy nodded, tongue darting between his lips. “Thank you, Jesse. Thank you for…” He couldn’t even finish, he was so far gone. “Whatever this is. I’ve never felt more alive.”
“Good boy,” I purred, and stroked his cock one more time, feeling the tension shudder through every muscle. Then I let go again, just to watch the agony bloom on his face.
“I don’t think I’m going to let you come, Daddy,” I said. “And if you jerk off behind my back, you damn sure aren’t doing it for me.” I climbed onto him, hot pussy pressing against his raging hard cock. “Still want to do anything to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
I humped his cock, knowing how close he was to coming. Edged him twice in less than three minutes. I grinned as he sank his fingers into my thighs. He panted, staring at me with pleading eyes as sweat ran down his body.
“Let’s eat breakfast naked,” I suggested, leaving him abruptly. I didn’t look back as I left the bedroom. “Be a good boy, Dad. No jerking off. That cock is for your daughter’s pleasure.”
Dad’s presence behind me was felt rather than seen or heard. I grinned as I flicked on the light in my little kitchenette. In my peripheral vision, Dad leaned against the door casing, his hard cock still throbbing. He tucked both hands behind his back.
“You want to jerk off while I make breakfast?” I said, bending over to get the eggs and bacon out of the fridge. My feet were carefully planted just far enough apart that he could see where he wanted to put his dick. I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “I wouldn’t mind a show.”
“No,” Dad said. Then, “Yes.” He sighed. “I don’t know what I want, Jesse. I just want you.”
“Sounds like you made up your mind,” I said, turning on the burner under my iron skillet. I tossed a couple of strips of bacon in. Waited for them to sizzle. “You want to fuck your daughter. I approve.”
I turned my back to him and pretended to notice something on the floor. Knees straight, feet apart, I bent at the waist. One hand rubbed my pussy to make sure he was staring where I wanted him to look. I teased open my pussy lips and pushed a finger into my seething, insatiable cunt.
“God, it would feel good to have a cock inside me right now,” I moaned. I laughed when Dad groaned. “Go ahead, Daddy. Jerk off for me. I want a show.” I shrugged and rinsed my hands in the sink. “Just go nice and slow so you don’t spray cum all over my kitchen.”
With a whimper, Daddy obeyed. I grinned with heated satisfaction as I pranced around the kitchen, finding ways to tempt my father closer to the forbidden orgasm. I had power, and it was the best aphrodisiac I’d ever imagined. Of course, I was keeping myself on edge. All horned up and ready to get randy with Daddy on the kitchen floor. But I managed to hold myself back.
“It’s going to be a long day,” I said, setting two plates of eggs and bacon at the table. I pushed Daddy into his chair and sat on his lap, his raging boner trapped between my thighs. He throbbed against the wet slit that wanted nothing more than to swallow him. “Eat your breakfast, Daddy.” I tapped my fork on his plate. “You need your strength to keep up with me.”