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robby's daughter never grew out of demanding that he bathe her every night, despite being fully grown and able to do it herself.

and robby, who never says a word to complain, only ever cooed at her and rolled up his sleeves without question.

now that his girl is in nursing school and starting to build a life of her own (as much as it pains him to watch her need her dad less and less), robby encourages her to be more independent. and it's not that he doesn't love their nightly ritual, carefully undressing his daughter, watching her nude body distort under the water, giving her little kisses and tickling her as he dries her off on the bed. but he knows that encouraging self-reliance is what any good father would do.

so one night, he takes home his daughter's favorite dinner, brings her flowers, and lets her have as much ice cream as she wants for dessert. and then-- once they're cuddling on the couch with full bellies, and she's got that sweet, contented smile on her face-- he drops the bomb.

"baby girl," robby murmurs, "what do you think about having your bath by yourself tonight?"

just as he suspected, his girl huffs unhappily. "why?"

"i think it would be good for you to learn how to do this kind of thing on your own."

"but i love bathtime with you," she emphasizes.

"i know you do, pumpkin, and i love it too. but you're well past the age you should've learned this, and... well, honey, what'll happen when i'm not around to do it for you? daddy won't live forever," robby jokes.

he realizes that statement was a mistake as soon as the words leave his lips. his daughter's eyebrows crease, just the way they always do right before she begins to cry.

"daddy... please don't say that," she whimpers.

"i'm sorry, princess," robby sighs. "but it's time. i bought you some nice new bubble bath soap, and i'm gonna have your favorite towel all laid out and ready for you."

his daughter frowns, rising from the couch. "i don't even know how to start a bath!"

"i promise it's easy," robby soothes.

"can you please just start it for me to make sure the water is warm?" she begs, looking up at him with that little pout she knows he can never resist.

robby can't bring himself to say no. soon enough, they're in the master bathroom upstairs as robby sits by the tub.

"you're gonna turn the knob to 2 o'clock. you like the water right there, where it's not too cold." robby explains, turning the water to her preferred temperature as the bathtub fills. he unscrews the cap on her bubble bath soap. "and you're gonna let it get warm for a minute. i'll pour in your bubble bath to let it get all fluffy."

his daughter nods. "then what?"

robby caps the soap and sets it aside. "well, now comes the easy part. you go on and get in, i'll be right outside."

"wait-" she turns her back to him, "my dress. i can't unzip it on my own."

robby complies, unzipping her dress down to her ass to reveal the laced edge of her panties.

when she pulls the dress off and lets it drop to the ground, he opens the door to leave, when he's called for again.

"daddy, my bra," she whines. "you know i can't unclip it myself."

robby sighs, reaching forward to help her. "you're gonna need to learn to do this too, huh?"

his daughter shrugs her bra off, turning to face robby. "so we're not gonna get dressed together in the mornings anymore?" she pouts, leaning against the doorframe clad in nothing but a little pair of lacy panties.

robby ignores her question and averts his eyes from his daughters bare body for the first time in his life. "i'll be just outside the door, okay?"

he exits the bathroom before he can protest, going to retrieve her towel as promised. when he returns, he hears quiet sloshing of water and little splashes. good, he thinks, she's doing it on her own. she's learning. a small, melancholy lump rises in his throat at his baby girl finally taking a set of training wheels off, but he swallows it away with pride.

he almost goes to sit down on the bed when he hears her calling for him-- "daddy?" she says. "i need help."

robby weighs whether it's a good decision to give in to her this early, before ultimately deciding its no use to resist. "what's up, honeybun?"

"can you just come in please?" she whines.

goddamn, robby thinks as he walks into the bathroom, i tried so hard to train that bratty whining out of her, but it never stuck. mea culpa, i guess.

robby opens the door to a steam-filled bathroom, making out his daughter sitting up in the bath. he can just make out the curve of her tits before they disappear under the water's surface. "what's wrong?" he asks.

"i can't wash my back," she whines. "can you do it?"

robby doesn't even bother arguing. he just takes a washcloth and lathers it with her soap, kneeling beside the tub to wash her. "this part can be hard, but we've gotta learn it anyway, okay?" he says. "i'll get you a loofah with a long handle."

his daughter huffs. "kinda feel like it's easier to do baths together," she mumbles.

"i’m not falling for that one, you little romantic," robby coos with a smile, tapping the bridge of her nose.

“oh, please get in with me,” she pleads. “just this once?”

robby squints at her. “if i do, will you promise not to fuss anymore?”

his daughter nods. “pinkie promise!”

“alright. im gonna hold you to it,” robby knowingly lies, mostly saying it as a reminder to himself.

he strips himself of his clothes, unblushing— modesty is a long-forgotten principle in their household. he pretends not to notice his daughter staring at his cock in fascination as he steps into the large whirlpool bathtub.

he’s used to his cock drawing her eye; that fixation started a few years ago. despite robby’s assumption that the novelty would fade with time, she seems just as enamored with his body now as she was before. and damn if that wasn’t a guilt-ridden boost to robby’s damaged ego. his daughter was infatuated with his body— regardless of his beer belly, hairy chest and all.

robby settles on the opposite side of the tub, his ankles knocking against his daughter’s under the water. “alright, turn around so i can wash your back,” he commands.

his daughter happily complies, leaning into him as he washes her back.

"you know, princess, i like our bathtime too,” robby murmurs. “but this is something i want you to learn. what'll happen when you go get married and you need dad to come over to your house every night to bathe you?" he pretends his stomach doesn't flip when he speaks that idea into existence.

"don't be silly, dad. i'm marrying you." she says confidently.

for the sake of time, robby decides not to take the bait. they've talked about this before, to no avail. he hopes she'll understand one day.

robby finishes washing her, and settles back against the edge of the tub. "okay, all done. did you scrub everywhere, like dad normally does?"

she nods, turning to face him, nearly straddling his thighs.

"even here?" robby lifts one of her arms up above her head to expose her armpit, inadvertently pulling her chest above the water and giving him a glimpse of her tits.

"yes," she mumbles.

"you sure?" robby prods, giving her underarm a brief tickle and making her shriek with laughter, jumping away. water sloshes around the tub, partially dousing robby. "i deserved that," he chuckles. "alright, did you wash between your legs too?"

she blushes, shaking her head. "the cloth feels too harsh."

"you can just use your hand," robby encourages. "you don't need to scrub. just do it gentle, the way i used to."

"i'm afraid i'll be too rough," his daughter frowns. "please? just show me one more time?" she says, fiendishly opening her thighs.

robby cocks a brow at her. "sweetie pie, why don't you try doing it yourself first?"

her brow creases. "but you always said i’m all delicate down there. what if i hurt myself?”

oh. robby thinks, feeling stupid for not picking up on it sooner. she's playing me like a fiddle.

“now sweetpea,” he tuts, “you promised me no fussing.”

but he’s already moving his hand to cup her between her legs, nudging her thighs apart further.

he works his fingers between her folds, gently washing her clean as he usually does. but this time, his girl closes her eyes with a sigh, a little smile crossing her face. robby finishes, pulling his hand away. "all done," he remarks.

she opens her eyes with a frown. "but i don't feel clean yet."

"i thought i told you no fussing," robby chides, but returns his hand to her crotch.

he resumes his ministrations as his daughter begins to breathe heavier, little noises escaping her throat. when her hips begin to rock against his hand, robby pulls away. "pumpkin patch, you should be washed by now. are you being honest with daddy?"

she pouts. "i am! you know i just started my period, daddy. i feel gross."

"you're right, bunny. i'm sorry," robby says, half believing her as he continues touching her cunt.

this time, she barely bothers to hide her intentions. she grips the edge of the tub, rocking her hips in time with his hand, her clit seeking friction against the hard knuckle of his thumb.

but it's the moans that escape her lips that give robby pause. "sounds like someone's happy," he remarks. "what's got you so excited, pumpkin? huh?"

he allows a finger to slip inside her entrance, aiming the pad of his pointer finger to brush right on her clit with every swipe. her hips start to tremble as she becomes overwhelmed by the sensation.

"daddy," she whines.

"what's wrong, baby? i'm helping you wash," he rumbles. "you told me you felt gross. i'm just trying to help."

"daddy, no fair!" she groans, her pitch now steadily rising.

robby can tell she's close, and pulls his hand away when it seems like she's right on the edge.

"all done," robby says. "that kitty's as clean as it's gonna get."

his daughter's bottom lip wobbles. "b-but i feel all achy, dad," she whimpers.

"i know," robby says dismissively. "come on out and let me dry you off. you'll get all pruny if you stay in there any longer."

"i thought i was supposed to learn to do it all myself," she grumbles, standing and letting robby wrap her in a towel.

"we can save that for another day," robby shrugs, walking her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed. he unwraps the towel, finally revealing the pure, unobstructed sight of his daughter's naked body. it never gets old, no matter how many time's he's seen it.

robby leans down to kiss her belly, making her giggle. "is my girl ticklish here?" he grins.

she shakes her head frantically.

"i think she is," he growls, peppering her abdomen with quick pecks, causing her to dissolve into laughter.

"i'm ticklish here too," she warbles, pointing at her tits.

robby rolls his eyes. "oh, of course you are, you little troublemaker." but he relents anyway, peppering her chest with kisses, even giving each nipple a quick nip with his teeth.

by the time he's finished, she's nearly entirely dry, the only wetness on her body between the thighs she's been rubbing together.

robby backs off, nudging her legs apart. "alright, lemme see if i did a good job cleaning you up."

she opens her legs, almost proud to show off her cunt to him. it's glistening wet, and robby can just faintly smell the metallic tinge of blood. "gonna have to get a pad on you in a minute here," robby remarks, mostly to himself.

"am i clean, daddy?" she asks, peeking up from the pillows.

you try to play it cool around him, try not to give yourself away but the innocent little lilt you add to your tone whenever you address him as “mister robinavitch” betrays you. the way you press your thighs together when you’re sat on the couch joining in their family movie night and he’s sat just so close to you.

or how you get heart eyes and your brain just goes so fuzzy when he’s talking about his work, explaining procedures or just talking in general. you have to physically remind yourself to close your mouth and not drool all over the kitchen table.

the annual summer barbecues are the worst. when he’s stood at the grill flipping burgers with a beer in his hand, looking so very dad. you sit by the pool lounging in your bikini, sunglasses concealing the way you can’t help yourself from staring at him as your best friend yaps away to your right. you can’t hear a word she says, too focused on the way the condensation from the glass bottle drips down his knuckles, the light sheen of sweat on his flushed neck. he’s gorgeous.

you always offer to help clean up with him, he makes remarks about how polite you are, what a sweet girl you are, how you’re such a good influence for his daughter, how happy he is that she has you. he has no idea that you’re only so helpful because you want to be around him as much as you can, that you’re obsessed with him, that you need to be in his orbit.

that’s what you think, at least.

robby knows. of course he knows. he’s not stupid. he sees the way you look at him, always has. he should say something, knows he should let you down before you’re in too deep but he loves the attention, loves the way being desired by someone so young and pretty makes him feel. so he stays quiet.

and if he gets up in the middle of the night to grab a drink when you’re staying over and hears you heading down the stairs, who’s going to stop him? it’s his house. and if he forgets to put on a shirt, who’s to say he even knew you were down there?

he smirks at the way you jump when he clears his throat in the doorway and your eyes widen at the sight of him. you look like a little deer in headlights, so innocent and sweet, he can hardly resist getting closer to you, leaning on the counter as you stumble over your words.

“oh, sorry m-mister robinavitch, did i wake you?” you stutter, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his face but failing miserably, allowing yourself a peek at the hair that adorns his broad chest.

“no, no. came to get a glass of water, couldn’t sleep. sorry if i startled you, sweetheart.” he smiles. robby’s not even trying to hide the way he’s looking you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your almost too tight tank top with no bra and your tiny little pajama shorts that show off your thighs so beautifully.

“oh no, it’s fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be up at this time.” you laugh nervously, hands shaking slightly as you bring a glass of water to your lips and take a small sip.

“you having trouble sleeping too?” he asks, reaching behind you to fill up his own glass, his arm brushes yours, he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been.

“i uh- yeah, hard to sleep when it’s so hot…” your eyes fall to where his arm meets yours and you swallow thickly at the feeling of it, the warmth of his skin, the slight tickle of his arm hair against your own skin.

“mm.” robby nods in agreement, finally pulling back and returning to his position against the counter, he’s closer than he was before though. “i was going to watch some tv if you want to join me?” he invites you like it’s the most casual thing in the world, it should be. your heart shouldn’t race when your best friend’s dad asks if you want to hang out with him, your face shouldn’t flush and prick with heat, but you can’t help it.

“uh, yeah. sure..sounds good.” you swallow another nervous gulp and follow him out to the living room, sitting kind of awkwardly at the very edge of the cushion as though this is your first day on earth and have never sat on a couch before. robby sits beside you and laughs at your awkward demeanour.

“you can get comfortable, you know? i won’t bite.” he winks as you shuffle back on the couch, settling into the cushions by his side. you laugh back nervously, god you wish he would.

he flicks on the tv with the remote and it opens on some random channel, you’re not even sure what’s on, you can’t concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his thigh resting against yours, the way you’re so sure he’s leaning into you slightly, how you can feel the warmth of his body up against your side.

a couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel the warmth of his large palm against your exposed thigh, you flinch at the sudden contact and your heart starts racing a mile a minute. he’s touching you. robby is touching you. he’s never done that before. does he know he’s touching you? was it an accident? should you move away? should you say something? what if it was–

“feeling okay, sweetheart?” robby breaks the silence and your spiral.

“i uh- y-yeah.” you nod slowly, not daring to make eye contact with him, scared he’ll remove his hand if he realises it’s there.

“mhm, sure. just your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something…am i making you uncomfortable? want me to stop touching you?” he tilts his head slightly when you finally look at him and a devilish smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you slowly shake your head.

“n-no, please don’t stop.” your voice is shaking, so unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. you know you should tell him to stop, you shouldn’t want this so bad. what if your friend wakes up? but you can’t bring yourself to say no. he’s finally touching you, just like you always wanted, you’re not letting this moment get away.

“good, i won’t.” he slides his hand up higher, the tips of his fingers slipping up the opening of your shorts, if he moves just slightly to the left he’ll be touching the exposed, soft mound of your pussy. god, how you’re willing him to do it with your mind.

his hand massages the top of your thigh for a little while, your eyes are glued to where it disappears under your shorts. he’s staring at you, watching the way you’re struggling to keep your breathing calm whenever he squeezes just so, how you bite your lip in anticipation when he inches just that much closer to where you want him the most.

“this okay, sweetheart? feels good?” he leans into you, his face just inches away from your neck, you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps prick up your arms.

“y-yeah, so good.” you nod, swallowing hard and parting your thighs a little bit hoping he’ll get the message.

“mm. good. good.” his deep, gravelly tone rattles in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine. “how ‘bout this? this feel good?” he asks as he finally slips his hand between your legs, fingers softly rubbing between your soaked folds. you gasp and grip the back of the couch with your fist as his fingers graze your clit and and a quiet moan slips past your lips.

“i’ll take that as a yes, hmm?” robby’s face is all the way in the crook of your neck now, you can feel his smirk against your skin, the scratch of his beard tickling your shoulder so deliciously. fuck, it’s happening. it’s finally happening.

“mhm, feels s’good, fuck.” you whisper as he continues drawing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your pressure point, your legs open wider for him on instinct, robby takes that as an invitation to slip in one long, thick finger inside of your wet heat.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. can barely fit my finger, think you’ll be able to take my cock, hm?” he bites at your neck so gently, only to suppress the deep groan that falls from his lips as you tighten around him at the mention of his cock.

“mhm, i can do it. please, want it so fucking bad, you have no idea, mister robinavitch.” you rest your head against the top of his, melting into the couch as he adds another finger inside of your tight cunt, trying so hard to stop yourself from being too loud but it’s almost impossible he’s too good.

“yeah? gonna be a good girl and take all of my big cock?” he swipes your clit with his thumb as he works you open with his fingers, you nod eagerly in response to his question.

“gonna need you to use your words for me, sweetheart. want me to fuck you? want to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock so bad.” his pace is getting faster now, more frenzied as he thinks about how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around him when he’s splitting you open.

the tight band in your stomach is so close to unraveling, your hips buck up into his hand to meet the thrust of his fingers and you’re about to reply when you hear the click of a light switch just at the top of the stairs. robby pulls his fingers out of you immediately, wiping them on his pajama pants as he quickly returns to sitting upright, hoping to god he got up quick enough before his daughter as able to see what was happening.

“what’s going on?” she asks as she pads down the stairs, you turn to her as she rubs her eyes sleepily. you don’t know what to say, your heart races in your chest as you adjust your shorts.

“nothing, honey. just couldn’t sleep so we put on the tv, you having a little trouble sleeping too?” robby grabs a pillow and places it in his lap to cover the strained outline of his hard cock trying to escape his pajama pants. you don’t say anything, your throat is so dry from the fear of almost being caught.

“yeah, too hot. room for one more?” she asks before flopping down on the couch beside her dad, resting her head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her.

“of course, the more the merrier.” he smiles and kisses the top of her head, giving you a quick glance that says ‘i’m sorry.’ before turning his attention back to the tv.

well, there’s always tomorrow night.

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he'd been handshaking with her friends' parents before the ceremony, sharing congratulations amongst each other, when one of the mothers asked him what kind of celebration he had planned for afterwards.

"ah, it's a secret," robby chuckled. "i'm taking her to dinner, and then i've got a present waiting at home that she's wanted for a long time."

one of the other fathers pats him on the back. "new ride?" he suggests.

robby fights a grin. "something like that."

he tunes out most of the ceremony, but takes hundreds of pictures of her crossing the stage.

as the students file out of the stadium after the ceremony, her friends go off to find their boyfriends. when his girl sees him standing there waiting for her, she takes off, running so fast that her delicate stilettos fly right off her feet, ultimately flinging herself into his arms, barefooted and shrieking with joy.

"you did it, pumpkin!" robby kisses her forehead. "oh, i'm so proud of you!"

"daddy," she whines, "i just graduated. give me a real one."

"all your friends are here, honey," robby reminds her. "i didn't wanna embarrass you."

"you could never embarrass me," his daughter murmurs, pulling him down into a kiss right there on the lawn, in front of god and everybody.

she wraps her arms around his neck, working his mouth open with her own, and letting one of her bare feet pop up behind her as she practically hangs off his tall shoulders. it's a proper hollywood movie kiss that attracts more than a few stares.

this was nothing new.

robby had let them mess around and kiss as much as her little heart desired for a few years now, but he had always stopped her short of touching his cock. she'd seen it plenty of times while changing or bathing together, but he'd never let her go below the belt. he'd eat her out as much as she wanted, let her fuck his fingers, but no getting his cock involved.

once upon a time, robby had a hangup: messing around with your daughter is just messing around, but letting her touch his cock would mean capital "I" Incest. that doesn't matter to him anymore-- his baby girl is his soulmate, no ifs ands or buts about it.

robby pulls back from the kiss just before she can slip her tongue down his throat.

"i wasn't done," she grumbles, pulling him back in.

"slow down, cowgirl," robby chuckles, putting a hand over her mouth. "i wanna get us on the road so i can give you your present."

"fine," she relents, giving him one last peck before taking his hand and walking to the parking lot.

robby takes her to the nicest, swankiest restaurant downtown. they chat over fancy dishes he can't pronounce while his daughter drapes herself over him, practically sitting on his lap were it not for the chair arms obstructing the way.

"you wanna try to guess what your present is, sweetheart?" robby asks between feeding her bites of his crème brûlée.

"mmm," she hums, "a pony?"

robby makes a gameshow buzzer sound. "try again."

"a honeymoon bungalow in bora bora?" she accepts another bite from his spoon.

"wrong, but a good idea. i'll file that away for another time."

she looks up at him through her lashes. "special pajamas?" she says coquettishly.

robby nips at her ear. "we're in public, naughty girl," he rumbles.

"you're no fun," his daughter huffs, tugging at his lapels. "i give up. i wanna go get my present."

"alright, brat. i'll get the check."

robby drives home with a hand on her thigh, giving her a squeeze every now and then. he likes watching her squirm, knowing how wound up she is after teasing him all day long-- especially considering what was coming for her once they cleared the front door.

his daughter bounds out of the car as soon as it's parked, coming to a halt at the door.

"slow down," robby calls after her, "i'm coming."

when they get inside, she whirls around to face him in excitement. "okay, where's the present?" she grins.

robby takes both her hands in his. "well, pumpkin, what's dad's one and only rule for us when we have special time?"

"no touching below dad's belt," she mutters. then, the realization hits her, and her eyes grow as big as saucers. "daddy- do you mean... is that my present? i can touch it tonight?"

"not just tonight," he taps her chin. "from now on, you can have my cock whenever you want, however you want."

her jaw practically hits the ground. "really?!" she squeaks in amazement.

"yes, really," robby chuckles.

in an instant, his daughter is on him like a feral cat in heat, mouthing at his lower abdomen as she tries to undo the fly of his suit pants.

"ah- hold on. bedroom," robby orders. "doing it standing up is hard on your old man's bad back."

she practically hauls him to the master bedroom -- their bedroom, it has been for a while now-- and nearly rips her dress peeling it off her body in record time.

robby sits on the mattress, placing tender kisses along her chest. "you worked so hard for that diploma, baby girl. i'm so proud of you."

she whines in appreciation, pulling his face up to kiss her as she climbs into his lap. she unzips his fly, rooting around in his pants to grasp his shaft and bring it out.

when her hand touches his cock, she almost gasps. "dad, it feels so big," she mumbles into his mouth. "it looks big, but it feels bigger."

"you scared, sweetiepie?" robby asks. "we don't need to do this tonight, if you're not ready--"

"no!" she growls. "no way. i can do it. besides, i've been wet since dinner."

"i know, pumpkin, but it's more than being wet," robby gently explains. "your hole needs to be soft and ready to take me. it's gonna hurt a little the first time."

"i don't care, i want my dad inside me. please, please dad, please, please..." she's reduced to begging, mouthing at the fabric shoulder of robby's button-up.

robby slips a hand between her legs and gives her clit a quick swipe to test the water. his hypothesis is confirmed: she's practically dripping.

"babydoll, i know you're raring to go, but i'm gonna put you on my fingers first," he explains.

"i don't need it," she sobs into his neck. "please daddy. i've waited so long to do this with you. wanna feel it all, even the hurt."

as blissed out on hormones as she is, it's quite a touching sentiment to robby. "my angel," he kisses her forehead. "promise you'll tell me to stop if it's too much?"

she nods, clearly desperate to do anything for it.

robby lays her down on the mattress, lining up to her entrance. "alright baby, take a deep breath in with me right here-" he instructs, inhaling with her, "-and breath out," he gently sinks the tip of his cock inside her.

it's clear on her face when the head breeches her hole. her mouth goes slack, eyes going a little hazy and unfocused. but she's still relaxed around him, which is a good sign.

"how's that feel?" robby asks.

all she can manage is a plea for "more."

robby obliges, letting her slowly, agonizingly sink down the full length of his cock. to his surprise, she was right-- she took his whole length like a champ.

she's left half-catatonic, drooling profusely with tears leaking from her eyes. "dada... dada... ah.... s'full dada," she mumbles out.

damn, she hasn't called me dada since she was in diapers, robby thinks. her brain must be resetting, her father's dick having pressed some button inside her that reduced her back to some base instinct.

"yeah?" he coos. "is dada filling you up, baby girl? is your sweet hole all stuffed?"

she merely stares blankly in response, her bottom lip trembling pathetically. she's completely whited out with pleasure. her cunt flutters involuntarily around him, causing robby to groan.

"gonna go out, then back in, okay?" he says, not bothering to wait for her answer seeing as her brain can't compute at the moment.

when he begins to move inside her, she seems to become slightly lucid again. "hi, sweet girl," robby coos, gently moving in and out of her. "are you back with daddy?"

"dada," she cries, "dada."

robby grinds to a halt. "are you hurting? does your kitty hurt, honey?"

he quickly realizes stopping was the wrong call-- she begins wailing when she realizes he's halfway out of her. "dada, want dada," she sobs.

"okay, sweetpea, i'm sorry," robby soothes her as he begins moving again and he tears subside. "there we go. daddy's cock, back where it belongs, huh?"

robby notices her mouth moving, apparently on subconscious instinct. he slips his thumb past her lips, which she accepts and happily nurses on. "oh there we go, all better," robby kisses her forehead. "poor baby. all cockdrunk on just a little taste of daddy."

his daughter's gleaming eyes gaze up at him with adoration bordering on worship, and that's enough to tip him over the edge of his orgasm, coming inside her for the first time.

she keeps nursing on his thumb as he settles them agains the headboard, gathering her into his arms.

"oh sweet girl," robby murmurs. "you got your daddy wrapped around that little finger of yours."

a little smile peeks out from the lips wrapped around robby's thumb, and robby knows he's sunk.