Santa Baby (EveraJayde & DreamingDarkly)

[EveraJayde]

Jorah stood in front of her closet, gazing into it and rummaging through all the clothes for a good five minutes before finally settling on an outfit. A red, short, form fitting long-sleeved sweater dress with a black and silver bet around her waist. Though the dress was classy, it made her look incredible; the tightness of the fabric hugging her curves, the shortness showing off a fair amount of her tanned legs. After slipping the outfit on, a black lace bra and matching thong underneath, she made her way into her bathroom, ready to put on the finishing touches. Her dark hair already had a natural wave to it, hanging loosely at the middle of her back and only needing a touch of hairspray. With that, she finished off by applying a bit of mascara and a hint of red lipstick. Truthfully, it didn't take much, for she was already a natural beauty. Stepping back, Jorah gave her reflection a soft smile before heading back into her room, slipping on a pair of black heels and making her way downstairs.

The Christmas party that her parents held every year was already in full swing by the time she made it downstairs; family, friends, and neighbors scattered throughout the dining and living room area. White lights were strung with garland around the staircase, handmade snowflakes that her and her mom had made the day before hanging from the ceiling. The site made her smile, seeing so many familiar faces all joined together, enjoying an evening of fun. She mingled around for awhile, exchanging smiles and conversing with people here and there. After greeting as many people as she could, Jorah finally wandered off with some of her friends that had attended the party with their parents, the trio of girls sneaking off outside to go chat for awhile while the younger children played in the living room, the adults happily chatting and eating in the dining area.

After a good thirty minutes or so of goofing off and hanging out with her friends, she finally went back inside, the chill of the cold outdoor air becoming too much to handle. The first thing she saw when she walked back in was her father sitting at the end of the hallway in his mini 'north pole' setup, santa suit on with a line of children waiting to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. It was something he did every year at the party, a tradition he had started when she was younger. Waiting until all the kids had had their turns, Jorah walked over to her father's setup, giving him a sweet smile before sitting on his lap. "Having fun?" she asked, giggling a little as she tugged on his fake beard.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

The holidays always meant something special to Jameson, something that meant purity and vitality...something that meant virtue mattered still in this world. Of course when you turned on the news that was hardly the case. There was so much selfish greed, so much cruelty, so much horror at the hands of those around them that it made it hard to look forward to the Christmas season. Black Friday had been aptly named. However this man did not allow such things to bring him down no matter how it might seem that the holidays no longer mattered. For him there was something that brought out the best in him and that was his family. Family mattered to Jameson, responsibility, dedication to the well being of those that he loved and ensuring that for the Holiday season they would receive exactly what they wanted in life. The would be appreciated, adored, and shown caring that would make their friends completely jealous. Such was his solemn promise.

Family came first. Little did others know however that there was something dark that family brought out as well, something terrible, a seed of corruption deep down in his soul. It had begun as his young angel had grown into a woman, becoming so perfect, so incredibly gorgeous. To him she was a goddess having been given life and he practically worshipped her. Doting upon her, ensuring her smiles were for him alone, making sure that no Father could do more for their daughter. He also on occasion masturbated with her panties, watched her while she was in the shower, cupped her rear a little to long when he held her against him. The incidents had slowly been growing as she had grown older, and his obsession with her had become something frightening to contemplate. It had to end...

...but how could he allow it to end when she came to him as he sat there, a middle aged well to do gentleman, strong in stature and dignity. Six feet in height with stark black hair, greying at the edges, and glasses which covered his very intense hazel eyes. Broad shoulders completed the look of a man in his prime, and when she came and sat in his lap he felt that hungry wave stir inside of him. His young daughter had noticed with ease his arousal when she was around, surely she was no simpleton, so how could she not know that as she sat there and pressed down against him that he would want her? Obviously she knew how hard it would make him and as well endowed as he was it was easy to tell very quickly that he was hard against her young backside.

Yet there was family around, and he would never betray them, and so he smiled and gave a small laugh as she tugged on his beard and the other children played. His wife smiled, her brother snapped the photo of her sitting there, and he asked the requisite question he had asked them all. "So, have you been a good litle girl this year?"

 

[EveraJayde]

Though Jorah's actions appeared innocent enough, there was so much more to it than that. She knew there was something between them, something her father felt that he shouldn't. Though she was 99% certain no one else picked up on it, she did. Of course, her father was a wonderful father. He spoiled her rotten, always making sure she had everything she needed. He could always make her happy, no matter what the situation or what kind of mood she was in. Perhaps that was why she dismissed some of the things he did. At least thats what she told herself for her own comfort. She didn't know if he knew it, and frankly, she couldn't understand why, but there was something about the things he did that made her feel drawn to him. It wasn't that she wanted more from him than what he already gave her, she truly didn't, but she couldn't help but feel the excitement spread through her when he did something that wasn't quite so fatherly.

She knew before she even did it that when she sat down, she would feel him harden against her. She knew that a familiar look would flash in his eyes, a look of desire, a look that he shouldn't be giving his daughter. It was the things like that that she seemed to crave, something about those actions stirring something inside of her. He'd never gone far with it though, and she was certain that he never would. She was ok with that though. The inappropriate little looks and gestures were enough for her, she didn't want more, or at least she didn't think that she did. But then again, she'd never truly thought about the potentials. She'd just assumed he'd never take it any further. Why would he? After all, he was her father.

Like she had predicted, she could feel his member growing inside of his costume, pressed against her firm ass as she stared up at her father. Keeping in mind the people around her, she tried her best to keep her composure, not wanting to give away the little secret that the two of them were sharing as she sat on his lap. "Of course daddy." she told, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You know I'm always an angel." she added, flashing a quick devious smile. Shifting a bit so that her ass rubbed against him, she allowed the sweet, innocent expression to cover her face once more as she stood up, walking off into the living room as if nothing had just happened. From there, it didn't take long for the party to die down, the partygoers leaving one by one, leaving the house empty minus Jorah and her family within the hour.

After helping her parents clean up a bit, she finally gave them each a goodnight kiss, making her way up to her room just past twelve. Kicking her shoes off, she went into the bathroom to remove her makeup, removing her dress and tossing it in the hamper before emerging back into her room in just her bra and panties. She didn't even bother to find pajamas, figuring no one would be coming into her room anyways. From there, she simply crawled into bed, pulling her thin sheets around her as she settled in, hoping to find sleep.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

After that brief interlude with her in his lap he knew his young daughter might understand more than she let on. Illicit though it was she had enjoyed the feeling of him, had thought of him, had even fact voluntarily come to him in order to tease him further. He had felt her grinding and she had done it purposefully....what more could be said other than that? Perhaps she did not recognize the invitation that she had extended, but he was going to accept it and come to her this evening. He was going to remind her that perhaps there was more to their relationship than even she understood. The very idea haunted him, tortured him as they ate dinner, as she moved about and put the dishes up...he kept remembering how she had smiled at him and finally he found himself standing in the hall outside of her room. His tongue touched his lips, caressing for just the briefest moment before he stepped in silently in the dead of night and let the door shut behind him.

He stared at her, her form highlighted by the light from outside her window and his eyes narrowed just slightly as he saw everything through that thin sheet. The perfection of her curves. It nearly brought a mewling growl from him, and if she was not awake then she would be very soon as he moved into the room with her and slid into bed. His large form was only clad in his boxer briefs and already the thickness of him pulsed against the fabric, aroused and ready at any moment to take what was his...rightfully his. He knew that instinctually, he just had to teach her. One hand moved to slip the sheer from her lovely form as the other entwined in her hair, jerking her hard against him, arching her as he whispered softly.

"You know what you did today, don't lie....don't you dare lie my little angel. You know you got your Daddy's," his voice lowered as he teased the word, tasting it on his tongue. "...cock hard, rubbing that little ass against it. Did you enjoy it angel, knowing how much he wants to be inside of you? Did you think of it, wondering what it would feel like?" The hand which had pushed the sheet down slowly traced up her thigh, his nails raking just a tiny bit before he cupped that angelic ass and he whispered.

"Shouldn't a girl like you be punished for being such a cock tease?"

 

[EveraJayde]

By then, Jorah had forgotten completely about the small encounter with her father, her mind filled with thoughts of sleep. Of course, she would probably recall the feeling of his hardened member later on when he would brush against her, or give her that look she had grown so accustom to seeing. As for then though, she was tired. Pulling her sheet tightly around her body, her eyes seemed to close automatically. It had been a long day, and an eventful night had followed. Though it usually took a bit longer, sleep found her quickly.

Her mind was in a deep sleep when her father entered her room, giving her no sign of his presence. She didn't even stir as he stood over her, her breathing slowed, her body slowly rising and falling with each breath that she took. Her silent slumber was interrupted as he crawled into bed with her, groaning softly as she tried to turn over, the sudden shift of movement causing her to stir. It wasn't until she felt a hand pull back on her hair that she finally awoke with a cry, panic setting in as she tried to comprehend what exactly was going on. Her eyes widened as she saw her father as the one who had suddenly invaded her room, his hand entangled in her hair. "Daddy wha-" she started to ask, but was cut short as he whispered some rather disturbing words into her ear. "Oh god.." she whispered, mostly to herself. What had she gotten herself into?

"Daddy.. I.. I didn't mean.." she started to say, her voice trailing off. She couldn't lie to him. He saw right through her. If she lied, he would know it, and as much as she wanted to deny what he had just accused her of doing, she couldn't. If she did, she feared she would only make things worse for her. "I'm sorry Daddy." she told him, the fear obvious in her voice each time she spoke. "I.. I didn't mean for it to go this far." she said, her words nothing but the truth. Yes, she had done it, but no, she hadn't wanted this. At least she didn't think that she did. This wasn't something she had ever imagined, and it certainly wasn't something she was eager to experience.

Jorah shivered as his hands ran down her body, squirming to try and break free of his grip. "Please.. I didn't mean for this to happen." she insisted, staring up at him helplessly, desperately hoping that he would see the truth in her eyes. "It won't happen again, I promise. Please just stop." she begged, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to bring out the loving, caring version of her father.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

Shivering he looked into those young beautiful eyes and found something out about himself that he had not realized, that he had not even fathomed. He did not care. With the sight of her tears it took away even the most minor hint of guilt he might be feeling and instead replaced it with something frighteningly powerful, an utter need to dominate and destroy the will of this perfect girl. Slowly he lowered his head to kiss her cheek, tasting the first of her tears, what he hoped would be the first of many. After the first kiss his tongue came out to lightly touch her skin, tracing upwards along the path of bone beneath it to come up underneath her eye as he tasted the salt of her sorrow on the tip of his very tongue. How intoxiating the feeling was, the power over his young daughter's form as he held her there and he smiled very slowly as his hand tightened on her young rear.

Moving his hand he slowly raked his nails along her young flesh, caressing just a tiny bit, before giving her bottom a slap. The sound of it echoed in the room and he shuddered in arousal, hardening fully with a suddeness that surprised even him. His hand came back down again as he began to spank her young bottom, reddening the flesh as his voice grew hungry. Dark, tantalizing, viciously needy as he punctuated each blow with his twisted wants.

"You little liar, you didn't mean for this to happen? What did you think would happen? You fucking rub your ass on your Daddy's cock and you think he won't want to stick it inside of you?" He growled more towards the end than any form of coherent speech, his voice terrifying with how intense it was becoming. "Well maybe you should learn to apologize like a good girl needs to...hmm?" His hand tightened on her hair once more, jerking her before letting her go, almost shoving her face into the pillow away from him as he stepped off the bed and whispered.

"Get on your knees, Jorah. On your knees, bend over, and push those panties down for Daddy. A little angel like you should never act this way...it's time we make sure you learn that lesson. Daddy is going to spank you for being bad."

 

[EveraJayde]

For a moment, she thought he had come to his senses and believed her, realizing that all he was doing was hurting and terrifying his precious daughter. As he kissed her cheek, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she held onto him for comfort. She misread his intentions though, and she soon realized that as she felt his tongue moving along her skin. Her body trembled in his arms, a few more tears leaking out of her eyes as she tried to comprehend what was going on. How could this be happening, why did she have to lead him on?

"I'm s-sorry.." she choked out, jumping a bit as she felt his hand come down onto her ass. She gripped his arm, trying with every ounce of force she had to push him away, but it was no use. She knew the only way to stop him would be if she could reason with him, and that seemed nearly impossible at that moment. He wasn't the same as usual, it was like someone else had taken over him. The look in his eyes wasn't the one she was used to, it was something much darker, something she knew that she needed to be afraid of.

"I didn't know what would happen." she said honestly, the her tone filled with desperation. "I didn't know that was what you wanted." she whispered, the fear in her eyes growing as she realized there wasn't going to be any stopping him. She whimpered as he pushed her to the bed, her body trembling as she waited for what he was going to do next. She had expected him to get on top of her and take what he seemed to want so badly, but when he moved away from the bed, she took it as an opportunity to make her escape. Her eyes darted towards the door, though she didn't let them linger long, not wanting him to see what she was up to. In her head, she tried to plot something, but she knew that planning wouldn't help, she didn't have the time. She simply had to make a run for it.

Staring at him as he spoke to her, she slowly sat up from where he had pushed her down, acting as though she was going to comply and get into the position he wanted her to get in. Thankfully, he was standing on the side of the bed farthest from the door, making it easier for her to jump off of the bed and run towards it, screaming as she did so. "Mom!" she screamed, desperately hoping her mother would hear her. Fumbling with the door, she flung it open, not bothering to look and see how far he was behind her as she ran out into the hallway.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

He moved after her swiftly, terror actually in his face as he did so, fear of what was happening. He had to stop her and his hands came out to grip her quickly, to jerk her back into the room even as his large body clipped the door frame on the way out. What mattered most was stopping her, but it was his daughter. He had overstepped so far it was frightening, and he knew he had to stop it. Knew he had to fix it. Tears and fright was in his eyes, not anger when he jerked her around, his voice low and desperate as he spoke. "No, no...please baby, please...I am so sorry...please...shhhh..."

He waited for her to quiet for just a moment, his hand having raised to cover her mouth. He stood there with her in the hall and tilted his head, listening. God help him, God help him if her Mother came out of that room. He was damned if she did, literally so, and what would be said of him? A grown man standing there with his beautiful daughter? Standing there hard, his girl's ass beat red from being spanked, her own features smeared with tears? Oh, he knew exactly what was going to happen to him if they were caught. His hand moved off of her mouth and he crushed her near, kissing her to keep her from making any more noise...

..and once nobody came out into the hall he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers as he whispered..."I...I am so sorry, shhh...it doesn't have to be this way, it doesn't, I promise. It'll be all right...can we, can we just talk...please honey, can we just go and talk?"

 

[EveraJayde]

Jorah never went to her mother for anything, the two just weren't that close. It was always her father that she turned to when she was in need or simply wanted someone to talk to. But now, her mom was the only person who could help her. She knew that she was a heavy sleeper, so she was almost certain she wouldn't hear her daughters screams. The only way to wake her up would be to get into her room. She tried as hard as she could, practically tripping over herself as she ran to try and get to the room before her dad caught up to her, but just as she placed her hand on the door knob, she felt him pulling her back to him.

Her body tensed up in his arms, staring up at him with frightened eyes. Now what would he do to her for trying to escape? She expected him to be angry, but as he looked down at her, she saw something different. She whimpered against him as he kissed her, her small body shaking from fear. His apology surprised her, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was all an act. After all, it would make sense for him to try and get her calmed down, especially with her being so close to the room where her mom was. If he got caught, he would be ruined.

It suddenly hit her though, she didn't want him to get caught. She needed him, and if her mom saw him like this for her, she knew he would be taken away from them. She honestly hadn't even thought of that when she ran from him, really all she had wanted was to get away, not jeopardize him. "I'm sorry daddy.." she mumbled, suddenly feeling guilty despite the fact that she truly had no reason to be. He seemed to be back to normal now, or at least that was how he was portraying himself. Not wanting to lose him, she nodded, agreeing to go back and talk with him. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if talking was all he really wanted to do, or if there was more to it.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

Shivering he was grateful to her that she gave in, that she stopped her attempt to flee and decided to return with him. The very idea that she had decided to go to her Mother turned this into something dangerous for him and any sane man would have just given up completely. To be honest he thought about it, thought about it more than he could say, but when she decided to come back with him to talk he took a deep slow breath and taking her hand he escorted her back into her bedroom, letting the door shut behind them as he moved to sit on the bed with her. His hand patted hers as he did so, shaking a little bit, the sheen of sweat on his features as he tried to control himself.

Obviously he was not even near aroused anymore, the near miss a splash of cold water on his need for her. His eyes looked at her as he whispered, trying to control the situation as fear knotted his stomach. "Listen, listen...I...I'm sorry. I don't know why, I didn't understand, I just thought....I just thought the wrong thing, okay? Daddy has...been thinking the wrong thing for a long time I guess, and he kind of thought you wanted to...do it too." Looking down he gave a small sad sigh and continued. "You have to believe me, I never wanted to hurt you, I just....how you teased me, how you acted, I'm sorry baby."

Leaning in he kissed her forehead very softly, hoping that he could make things better. One arm wrapped up around her shoulders and he whispered..."Your Mother, she...we never tell you kids, but she hates me. She...wants nothing to do with me. We've nearly divorced and...as far as the bedroom goes...well, her and I haven't touched in over a year. I made a mistake, I made a mistake, can you forgive me honey? Can you?"

 

[EveraJayde]

Her mind was racing, so many different thoughts flowing through her head as she tried to make sense of the situation. Had that really just happened? It was all so much for her to take in at once, and she honestly didn't know what to think. She was scared, there was no doubt about that, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel as though she had brought all of it upon herself. After all, her father had been right. She was the one who had been teasing him and acting so flirtatious. She honestly hadn't thought that this was how he would've reacted in response, but nonetheless, she had brought it upon herself.

As he spoke, the guilt that she had been feeling only seemed to grow. Even if it was all just an act, she believed every word of her father's apology. He thought she wanted it, and after what he told her, she felt bad for making him think that. It was obvious that he needed someone, especially after what he said about her mother. He was hurting, and she had made him think that she was interested, only to react in the way that she had. She knew that she shouldn't, but she felt terrible about it all. She wasn't mad at him, not even after everything he had just done.

"Its not your fault.. I'm sorry." she told him, clinging to him as she rested her head against his chest. She wanted to make it up to him, to make him feel better about everything. She had been wrong to think he wouldn't act on his desires, especially after she had teased him the way she did. It was her fault, and now she had hurt him in the process. Pulling away from her father, she took a deep breath, turning around and moving onto her knees. Her body shaking slightly, she slowly pushed down her panties, moving onto all fours after revealing her firm ass to her father. "You can punish me now daddy.." she whispered, hoping that she could make things better by allowing him to spank her like he had tried to do before. Maybe he was right, maybe she did need to be taught a lesson.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

How many times had he imagined such a beautiful thing as this? How many times had he wondered, considered, wanted something like this out of his daughter? It was unimaginable to even see her doing so, her young backside nude, and he felt that hunger stirring in him once again. Fear and uncertainty, anger and want, love and lust. It was all to much sometimes and he tried to come to terms with it as he saw her there bent over and offering herself in this fashion. It made his heart ache, it truly did, but more than that it hardened him instantly again and he shivered. Could they ever come to terms with what they were doing? Could he ever come to terms with what he was bringing to his little girl in the dark of night? He had no idea, but what he did know is that he had to have more of her.

He wanted her to feel safe though, he didn't want to truly hurt her, and so he came up behind her as she bend over on the bed. He came up, leaned over her, and raised her back against him so that her back was flush to his chest. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her with love as he lowered his head against her shoulder. None of it belied that fact that below his hips pressed against her firm rear, that his cock was hard against her, and that he wanted to be inside...none of it seemed to make that fact disapppear but for now he held her and kissed her shoulder very softly. It was the kiss of a lover, the kiss of someone who cared about her, and as he did so he gave her bottom a small slap.

It was the motion of a spanking but only done with enough force to make her sting a tiny bit. It was not the physical pain that would truly be heartrending for either of them, but the emotional overtones of her own father spanking her bare bottom. Again his free hand gave her bottom a slapping, his breathing heavy and hard, and with her back against his chest she could feel his heart hammering. She could feel the sound of it literaly like a drum through her skin. His voice was soft as he spoke, the air from his lips warm against the skin of her neck as he nuzzled it, whispering to her.

"Shhh, you don't need to be punished, shhh...Daddy just...you're so perfect, he forgot you were his little girl. He loves you, he loves you so much baby. You're safe, shhh...I won't be mean, I promise."

 

[EveraJayde]

The one thing that she hated the most was disappointing her father. He always did so much for her, making sure she always had what she needed and wanted. Because of that, she wanted him to be proud of her. Whenever she did something to disappoint him, she took it harder than someone else normally would. Though he hadn't said it, she felt like she had disappointed him that night. She had led him on for so long only to turn away from him and make him out to be a monster. Now, she felt terrible, and she was determined to do anything to make it all better. Even if it hadn't been what she had originally wanted, she wanted to give him what he had been wanting from her. She wanted to make him happy.

Taking a deep breath as he moved behind her, Jorah leaned back against him as his hands moved around her. She jumped a bit as he slapped her, though it hadn't been the hard spanking she'd been expecting. She shivered a bit in his arms as she felt his lips against her skin, his actions all so overwhelming even though they were simple. Closing her eyes, she focused on her father's voice and the words that he spoke, letting them relax her. "I know daddy." she said quietly, though she could tell he was holding back. She knew that there was more he wanted to do, that much was obvious from the way he had entered her room in the first place. Even if he had realized that he had scared her in the process, she knew that he still had those same desires.

Feeling his cock against her ass confirmed that he still wanted this. He still wanted to be inside of her like he had claimed just minutes before. Taking a deep breath, she acted boldly and pressed herself back against him, moving her ass against the bulge in his pants just as she had done teasingly earlier that night. She wanted to show him that he could do what he wanted. She wanted him to be proud of her, not disappointed, and if this was the way to do it then this was exactly what she would do. "You can do what you want." she whispered, trying to make it all better.

 

[DreamingDarkly]

The motion of her backside was like a spark inside of him, it flared outwards, burning away any inhibitions he might have had. His eyes were frightening if she but looked up in the mirror, while he cared for his little girl the desire he felt wiped away any measure of it and his arms on her tightened possessively. For just a few seconds he did nothing more other than hold her, lowering his head to kiss along her shoulder and throat as she rocked back provacatively. He did not want to pressure her, did not want to hurt her, but the mounting need to have her was slowly driving him insane. No, he knew deep down that if he took her right now she might never forgive him...but there were other options....

And so it was at that moment that he guided her. She had said he could do whatever he wanted, well he wanted to show his beautiful daughter that things did not need to be just about him, that there was more than fright to be found, more than her giving him what he needed. He would show her that she could feel joy in this...that she could find pleasure all her own. His hands turned her and he guided her to sit against the bed, his own large form moving in the darkness to lower himself on the floor. It would not take long to realize what his intentions were as he tantalizingly lowered his head to kiss the soft skin of her upper thighs, a slight brush of his lips teasing her as he whispered softly....

"You're so beautiful....," the words were haunted with lust as he spoke and lowered his head further to cup up between her thighs, arching slightly as his hands slid her wider to open her to the cool air and then....it was not so cool, for it was his mouth which found her...warm and willing, his tongue flicking up and against her lovely slit. He held there just for a moment before he began to feast on her, his eyes closing as he explored every inch of that young cunny. His hands slid down and under her to dig into her rear, fingers holding her up and flush against his face as his tongue finally delved deep within her and he tasted her upon his lips.

 

[EveraJayde]

A gasp left her lips as his arms tightened around her small body, her mind racing as she tried to imagine what he had in store for her. Would he take her the way he had originally intended? Or would he go easier on her? Her heart seemed to beat faster and faster with each second that passed, the anticipation she felt growing as she waited for his next move. She had never been scared of her father until that night, seeing exactly what he was capable of. No matter what he did though, she wouldn't deny him. Not again. Still, she hoped that he would allow his softer side to show, at least a little, to make this all more bearable for her.

She moved willingly as he shifted her, curiosity mingling with the rest of her emotions as he sat her on the edge of the bed. Would he take her now? Her eyes stared up into his, searching for some kind of sign, and as he moved down between her soft legs, it suddenly began to make sense. Chills ran down her body as his lips pressed against her thigh, so close to her bald pussy. Her breathing slowed as she took in a few deep breaths, her eyes watching him carefully as he moved closer and closer. Slowly, the fear seemed to leave her, anticipation taking over. Her cheeks flushed in the darkness as she realized that a part of her was eager to feel him touch her, to feel his lips and tongue against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself becoming wet, something that he would soon notice.

"Oh.." she sighed softly, biting her lip slightly as she felt his tongue against her wet slit. As though the movement was involuntary, her legs spread even wider for him, inviting him to go further. Laying back onto the bed, she closed her eyes as her father pleasured her in a way that no one else ever had. Her back arched slightly as quiet moans left her lips, a warm sensation spreading through her body as the pleasure consumed her. "Daddy." she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as his tongue moved inside of her tight hole. She seemed to forget about everything that had happened before then, her only concern being the pleasure he was giving her. "I want...more." she managed to say in-between moans, no longer worried about how wrong it all was. As hard as she had tried to escape him earlier, she needed him now.