Claiming Daddy, Part 5

He followed me. His boots clunked on the floor behind me, so I didn’t have to look back to make sure. As I stepped into my bedroom, I lifted my sundress over my head and tossed it aside. Dad’s sharp intake of breath made me grin. And drip.

I turned to face him, standing in the doorway with his hands hanging limply at his sides. Let him drink in the sight of his daughter's body in the afternoon light filtering through my bedroom curtains. Dad's eyes roamed over me hungrily, lingering on my breasts, the curve of my waist, the space between my thighs.

"Take your clothes off," I commanded softly. "I want to see all of you."

He stripped quickly, urgently, tossing his clothes in a pile beside mine. When he stood naked before me, I could see his cock already beginning to harden again. The sight sent a thrill through me – knowing I could do that to him, make him want me so desperately.

"Lie down," I said, gesturing to my bed. "On your back."