Claiming Daddy Part 8

Dad blinked at me. I held my breath. If he balked…

“No. Never mind,” I said. Shaking my head. “It’s just a silly girl thing. I love having your cum inside me. Just hold me.”

Hands stroked my body. Learning the soft curves he’d never truly seen. Desire filled his eyes. Not just to fuck me again, but to make me truly happy.

“Jess…”

“Forget I asked, Dad.”

His eyes refused to leave mine. I playfully forced a smile and pulled his mouth to mine. Ran my fingers through his hair.

“Forget it, Daddy.” I whispered. “Just love me, and that will be enough.”

Dad swallowed. Hard. His entire body trembled. I had him. I knew I had him. My body tightened with the thrill of impending victory.

“Is that… is that what you really want?”

I met Dad’s eyes for a moment. Giggled and slid my eyes to the side. Shrugged.

“I mean, it’s a girl thing, Dad. You know. Sex is all internal for us.” I met his gaze. Shook my head. “Some fantasies aren’t meant to be real. As long as I can be your lover, that’s all I need. I’m happy, Dad. I’m full of your cum, like I always wanted.”