Claiming Daddy Ch. 17
“If you unload inside me, the best I could do is make you clean me out after. But your tongue can’t reach as deep as your cock.”
I straddled Daddy's hips, his thick cock buried deep inside me, and watched his face contort with a mixture of ecstasy and anguish that made my pulse race with dark satisfaction. My pussy tightened around him. Pulled him into the most intimate embrace two people can have. I enjoyed the fullness of it as hungers spiraled within me.
"You feel so good inside me, Daddy," I purred, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles that made him gasp and clutch at the sheets beneath us. "Your cock fits perfectly in your daughter's pussy. Like we were made for each other."
His eyes were wide and glassy, pupils blown with need, but I could see the fear lurking behind the lust. The terror of what we were doing, what it might lead to. It only made me want to push him further. I understood. I’d fantasized about this for years. For him, this was something too horrible to consider until two days ago.
"Tell me you want to put a baby in me," I whispered, leaning down so my breasts brushed against his chest. "Tell me you want to fill your little girl with your cum until I'm round and swollen with your child."
"Jessie, no—" he started, but I silenced him by clenching my inner muscles around his shaft, making him arch off the bed with a strangled moan.
"Say it," I demanded, beginning to ride him with slow, torturous strokes that had him trembling beneath me. "I can feel how much you want it. Your cock is throbbing inside me, begging to breed me."
His hands found my hips, fingers digging in desperately as he fought against his own body's urges. "I want to," he admitted in a broken whisper. "God help me, I want to fill you up. I want to watch you grow round with my baby." Daddy’s eyes filled with tears. “I love you more than life itself,” he whispered. “If we could have a child…”
The confession sent electricity through my veins. I increased my pace slightly, just enough to make him whimper, before slowing again to that maddening rhythm that kept him balanced on the knife's edge of release. Found a rhythm that kept him whimpering with need, hovering just this side of the insanity of what we discussed.
"But you can't, can you?" I taunted, watching sweat bead on his forehead as he struggled for control. "Because you promised to be good for me. You promised not to come unless I let you."
"Please," he gasped, his voice cracking like a teenager's. "Please, Jessie. I need—I can't—"
"You can't what, Daddy?" I ground down hard, taking him as deep as possible, and felt him shudder violently beneath me. "You can't handle your daughter's tight little pussy? You can't last long enough to make me happy?"
I loved fucking him. Loved everything about it. I honestly didn’t care if I got pregnant or not. If I did, I’d have his baby. That was that. But I knew how much it scared him to think of it, and how much every masculine part of him wanted it. Sure, Daddy loved me. But he was a man, and men are biologically programmed to impregnate women.
“I can’t stop you,” I told him, twisting around his cock slowly. “If you unload inside me, the best I could do is make you clean me out after. But your tongue can’t reach as deep as your cock.” I put my hands on his chest and pushed at him, demonstrating how far inside his daughter he really was. “You’ll paint the walls of my pussy with your hot cum, and I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll want you to fuck me again anyway.”
Dad’s hands held my tits, rolling the nipples as he watched me take my pleasure from his body. After a full day of teasing, it was easier to get him to the edge than it was to keep him there. I settled for starting and stopping, gauging by the depth of his panting how close he was. Wait for him to catch his breath. Then show him how powerful his daughter’s body was by thrashing him against his limits.
“Beg for it,” I insisted. “I want your honesty. Tell me you want to breed me, Daddy.” His moan made me shiver, the walls of my pussy trembling around him. “Do you want me to give you a son? Or do you want another daughter?”
“I… I…” Dad closed his eyes and pushed up at me. “I don’t know what I want right now. I want this to never stop.”
I could give him that. Planned on it, in fact. I drew his hands around my body as I lay on top of him. My eyes searched his, reveling in the depth of the gentle soul I found there.
“You can roll me on my back and do it,” I teased. My lips pulled at his between words. “You can pound that beautiful cock into me and look right in my eyes when you come. You can tell me that you want a baby. Tell me that, as my father, you have a right to use my body to give you a child. You can fuck me, Daddy.” I nuzzled under his chin, feeling him shiver. “I can’t stop you. I won’t. If that’s what you really want, Daddy, then give me your baby. Pump me full of cum until my belly gets big and fat with my father’s child.”
“Jesse!” Dad was panting from my words alone. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do.” I sat up slowly, using my weight to impale his cock to its maximum depth in my pussy. “I’m a woman, Daddy. I know what my body can do. What I can give you.” My eyes held his. “Would it help if I told you I want it, too?” My hands held his shoulders as I took him to the edge again. “I want your baby, Daddy. I want you to come inside me. Do it. Don’t wait for me to give permission. Just blow your load. Come inside your daughter. Make me a mommy.”
For a moment, it felt like he might do just that. His hands tightened on my thighs. A hardness came to his eyes.
“I want to, Jesse. God, I fucking want to.”
“What do you want, Daddy? Say it.” I rode him faster, holding him a hair’s breadth away from ecstasy. “I want my father to tell me what he wants to do to me.”
“I want to come inside you.” He threw his head back and screamed at the agony of being so close. “I want to fuck you, Jesse. I want to put a baby in you.” He panted hard. “I want to make my daughter have my baby. I want to come in you so fucking hard.”
I grew still. Smiled gently. Stroked his face.
“Put me on my back and say it,” I told him. “Tell me you want to breed me.”
In an instant, he was over me. I tightened my thighs, hooking my heels under his butt to deny him the pleasure of thrusting into me. Both hands grabbed his ass as he rutted at me, desperately trying to get over the finish line.
“Let me come in you!” Daddy’s eyes bore into mine. “You’ve been teasing me all goddamn day. Shaking that pretty little ass. Jerking my cock. Sucking it. I want to come in you, Jesse. I want to look into my daughter’s face when I explode. I want to feel my cum spraying into your fucking cunt.”
“Why? Tell me why!” I moved with him, frustrating him. “Look at me and say it, Dad. You want to breed me.”
His mouth crushed mine. One hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place. The other clawed at my back. My ass. My thighs.
“I’m going to breed you,” he growled. “You’re going to have my baby, Jess. I’m breeding you. Open your fucking legs for your father. I deserve this. Goddamn it, Jesse, you’ve been acting like a hungry slut all fucking day. Let me come in you.”
“No matter what?” I rolled my hips with him. “What if I don’t want a baby?”
“I don’t fucking care!”
The shock of his words froze him in place. I felt him trembling between my thighs. Inside me. So close. Impossibly close.
“Jesse…”
I spread my legs slowly, bending my knees until I could grab my ankles. Pulling as I relaxed my thighs, I opened my legs for my father. My pelvis tilted, ready to receive his cum as I forced my body to its maximum spread.
“Do it, then,” I challenged. “If you don’t care. If all I am to you is an animal to breed. Breed me, Daddy. Come inside me. I’ll never deny you pussy. Come in me over and over until I’m pregnant. Then you can lay your hand on my swollen belly and be proud of what you did to your own daughter.”
“I don’t want that,” he said, his voice small and frightened. “I don’t know why I said it.”
I stared up at him. No mercy. I had to kill this part of him. This part that wanted to exert his dominance over me because I had a pussy.
“You want it,” I told him. “You don’t want to be a man that wants to do that to his daughter, but you want it. Look at me, Daddy. I’ll have your baby. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Put a baby in me. Do it. Come in your daughter’s pussy.”
He turned his face. Shook his head. Took a deep shuddering breath. But his cock remained a rod of hot iron inside me. I released my ankles and let my legs close around Daddy’s waist again. Turned his face and met his gaze. Haunted. Hunted. Scared.
“Then make love to me,” I whispered. “Be the man I’ve loved my entire life. The only man I ever really wanted to have inside me.” I curled upwards to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Make love to me, Daddy.” My arms wrapped around his neck to anchor me. “Just… don’t come.”
His eyes softened, and I watched the darkness recede from them like shadows fleeing dawn. The brutal hunger that had twisted his features melted away, replaced by something infinitely more precious—the love I'd known my entire life, now transformed but still recognizably his. My father. The man who'd read me bedtime stories and bandaged my scraped knees, now buried deep inside me, trembling with need and devotion.
"I love you," he whispered, and began to move again. Slowly this time, reverently, each thrust a prayer offered at the altar of my body. "I love you so much it scares me, Jesse. More than anything in this world." His voice shook as he added, “I’m so afraid of wanting you this way.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space between us, until I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. This was what I'd wanted—not the animal claiming me, but the man choosing to worship me. The father who would deny himself everything for his daughter's happiness.
"I love you too, Daddy," I breathed against his ear. "Show me. Show me how much you love me."
He buried his face in my neck, his movements becoming more urgent despite his obvious efforts to maintain control. I could feel him fighting against his own body, holding back the tide of pleasure that threatened to consume us both. Each stroke sent shivers through me, building a heat that pooled low in my belly.
"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. "So beautiful. I can't believe you want me this way."
I was close now, the pressure building with each gentle thrust. I tightened around him, feeling him shudder in response, and knew he was fighting the same battle. The knowledge that he would hold back for me, that he would endure any torture rather than disappoint me, sent me spiraling toward the edge.
"Don't stop," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Daddy, don't stop. I'm so close." My pussy tightened like a fist around my father’s cock. I locked my feet together against the small of his back. “Slow and gentle, Daddy. Make me crazy.”
He lifted his head to look at me, his eyes bright with unshed tears and overwhelming love. "Come for me, baby girl," he whispered. "Let me feel you come around me. Let me give you this."
The words, the look in his eyes, the gentle catch in his voice—I’d never felt anything like it. The chaos of what we were doing, the hunger and the need, the impossible, forbidden love that I’d spent my life aching for—it all came to bear, an overwhelming tidal wave. My body seized up, my spine arching into him. The orgasm was so powerful it almost hurt. I clung to him, fingers digging into his back, my face pressed to his neck as I sobbed out my release in a voice both alien and triumphant. Every muscle in me tensed, a melody of agony and bliss that tore through me like a fever. I was flying and drowning at once, and he was the only thing anchoring me to the world.
He held me through it, like he’d held me through every crisis and every heartbreak of my life—soothing, strong, utterly himself. I could barely hear the words he whispered, but I felt them against my skin, in the way he stroked my hair and shushed my trembling. “Good girl, so beautiful, my Jessie, I love you, I love you—” Over and over, a benediction muttered into the hollow of my throat, his lips pressed to my damp skin. His hands stayed gentle even as my body thrashed against him, even as the aftershocks wracked me. I could feel the effort it took for him not to lose control—to hold himself back for my sake, prioritizing me over his own ragged need. I felt the pulse of his cock inside me, the iron tension of his thighs, the way his body trembled against mine with the strain. But he didn’t come. Not yet.
For a moment, I lay limp beneath him, boneless, my mind a white noise of satisfaction and awe. I stared up at the ceiling, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat, the cool air on my fevered skin. My father kissed my face, my eyes, the bridge of my nose, as if he could love away the last scraps of shame and fear. For the first time, I felt wholly safe. Not because what we were doing was safe, but because I believed, finally, in the depth of his feeling for me. That he loved me, not just as a father but as a man, a person, the way I’d always wanted someone to love me.
Gradually, my awareness returned. My body was still humming, every nerve flayed raw, but a new sensation intruded: the frantic, selfless tension in my father’s body. He was still inside me, still hard as stone, and every now and then his cock twitched from the effort of holding back. His breath was ragged against my cheek, his arms so tight around me it bordered on pain.
I opened my eyes and found his face, inches from mine, his jaw clenched and brow furrowed with the monumental force of his restraint. His hair was matted to his forehead, his skin slicked with sweat, and his eyes—God, his eyes—looked at me with such fierce, overwhelming love that I felt dizzy all over again.
“Daddy,” I whispered. I reached up and cupped his face in both hands, marveling at the contrast between the violence of what we’d just done and the trembling tenderness of this moment.
He let out a sound that was half laugh, half broken. “I almost lost it,” he admitted, voice thick, “but I wanted to wait. I wanted you to have it first.”
“Be still,” I commanded, gentle and soft. My heels caught under his butt and pulled him deep, refusing to let him move. I felt his powerful body struggle for what it wanted more than anything. “Relax, Daddy. You can do this. For me.”
He stilled immediately, though I could see the effort it cost him. His whole body was taut with restraint, every muscle screaming for release. But he stopped because I asked him to. Because my needs came first, always.
I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with pride and love. "You're perfect," I told him. "You're everything I ever wanted." My face nuzzled his throat as he moaned his desperation. “Everything I knew my father could be.”
“I want to come in you, Jesse,” Dad panted. “I don’t think I can hold it. Even without moving, I can’t hold it back.”
An aftershock clenched me around him, taking him so close he cried my name in fear. I laughed softly as I took a deep breath. Ran my fingers up his back.
“Then we can’t do this,” I said, my voice devastating and quiet. “You can’t be inside me, Daddy. No matter how much I need it.”
My feet moved over his hips so that the tops of my feet were flat against his pelvis. Gentle pressure moved him back. Daddy shivered, a tortured whimper rising from deep in his chest.
“Please, Jesse. I need it.”
“More than you need me?” He didn’t resist as I forced him back an inch at a time. I shook my head. “I can’t let you take this away from us, Daddy. I can’t let your weakness destroy something as beautiful as what we started.”
It took everything in him to roll off of me. His hard, wet cock glistened with my juices. When I was sure he wasn’t going to grab his dick and finish the job, I opened the drawer on my nightstand. I turned back to find Dad’s eyes on me as I rubbed the head of my favorite dildo between my legs.
“I still need more,” I told him. “Since you aren’t strong enough to give it to me…” The words lingered between us as I worked the toy into my dripping pussy. The hurt on his face tore at me, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. This was part of the process. Failure would motivate him to do better. To be more. “Watch me,” I whispered. “I want you to see how I want you to fuck me.”
We were old friends, this dildo and me. It had substituted for the man at my side for so many nights. I squirmed next to my father and started fucking myself with it. Slow, hard strokes that rocked my body as it bottomed out.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve pretended this was your cock,” I said. I mewled, trilling into a whimper. “It feels so good. I’ve wanted my Daddy to fuck me for so long.” My eyes held his. “It isn’t as good as yours, but it never comes in me.”
Dad turned onto his side, eyes devouring me. His hand wandered closer to his cock, but a click of my tongue stopped him. He’d lost his chance to enjoy his dick. He had to watch me and be hungry.
“Put your hands on me,” I directed him. “You won’t be so tempted to yank on your cock if you hold me.” Dad’s hand trembled as he laid it on my thigh. It rose to my hip, tender and reverent. “Does it look good, Daddy? When your daughter fucks herself because she wants your cock?”
“You look beautiful,” he whispered. “A goddess.”
"I'm not a goddess," I replied, feeling a delicious wave of power wash over me as I pushed the dildo deeper inside myself. "Just a woman who wants more cock than her lover can provide.”
I kept my eyes locked on his, watching the torment play across his face as I worked the toy in and out of my pussy. His breathing was ragged, his cock still painfully hard against his stomach. I loved seeing him like this—desperate, wanting, completely at my mercy.
"Tell me what you're thinking," I demanded, twisting the dildo slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. A shudder ran through my body. "Tell me what's going through your mind while you watch me."
"I'm thinking I'd do anything to be inside you again," he confessed, his voice hoarse. "I'm thinking I'd cut off my right arm to feel you come around me one more time."
I smiled, slowing my movements to draw out the pleasure. "But you couldn't control yourself. You were going to come in me."
"I wasn't—" he started, then stopped himself. "I was close. Too close."
"And that's why I can't let you fuck me," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "Not until you learn." I pushed the dildo all the way in, gasping at the fullness. "This is what happens when you can't keep your promises, Daddy."
His hand on my hip tightened, and I could feel him trembling with the effort not to touch himself. His eyes never left the place where the dildo disappeared into me, hypnotized by the wet sounds of my pussy taking it over and over. My hand moved faster, bringing me closer.
"I can learn," he whispered. "I swear, Jesse. I can be better."
“You will,” I assured him. “I’m going to make you. Just watch me, Daddy. Watch me fuck myself.”
Dad's hand moved up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in time with my thrusts. I arched into his touch, letting him see how much I wanted him, how much I needed his hands on me.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck. "I could watch you forever."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless pressure of the dildo inside me pulled me closer. This wasn’t going to take long. I was already primed with pleasure. My body ready to coil and spring with ecstasy.
“I love you,” I whispered to him. “Daddy, I love you.”
For one eternal moment, I floated outside of myself. Ripples of release pulsed through my belly as I held my father’s gaze. Then I crashed back into the waves of orgasm, my body convulsing around the toy as pleasure crashed through me. I didn't hold back—I wanted him to see exactly what he was missing, what he could have if only he could control himself.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, baby girl. Let me see it."
When the last tremors subsided, I slowly withdrew the dildo, letting him see how wet it was, how ready my body had been for him. I held it up between us, a shining testament to what he'd lost. What I’d taken without him.
"This could have been you," I said, tracing his lips with the tip of the toy. "This could have been your cock covered in my cum."
He groaned, his eyes closing briefly in agony. When he opened them again, there was a new resolve there, a determination that made my heart race.
"Next time," he promised. "Next time, I won't let you down."
I set the dildo aside and curled against him, feeling his hardness press against my stomach. He was still hard and throbbing, still desperate for release, but he made no move to seek it. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
"I believe you," I whispered, and I meant it. I pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "We have all the time in the world to practice."
His body relaxed slightly at my words, though I could still feel the tension of his unreleased desire. It was perfect—keeping him on edge, keeping him hungry. It would make him mine in ways he couldn't even imagine yet.
"I love you," he said simply, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "More than anything."
I smiled against his skin, savoring the victory. "I know, Daddy. That's why you're going to be exactly what I need."
We lay together in the darkness, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his cock still hard against me—a constant reminder of his devotion, his willingness to suffer for my pleasure. It was everything I'd ever wanted and more than I'd dared to hope for.
Tomorrow, I'd push him further. Tomorrow, I'd see just how much he could take for me. But tonight, I was content to lie in my father's arms, knowing that piece by piece, I was remaking him into the man I needed him to be—devoted, obedient, and completely, irrevocably mine.