Sphiexo

Something's fishy, you caught it, but you're not aware of the real plan because you just thought 'oh, it's one of dad's another trick'.

So you sat yourself between his thighs, and dad's hands move, you immediately react. "Not today dad, im tired of playing." he chuckle, looking down at you with those familiar warmth in his eyes, "what? I just wanna touch your hair." you physically scoff, "as if i ever believe that." a smirk pulled taut over the string of his lips, then he gently twirl his fingers over your strands, "but you got the reflect. Gotta give yourself some credit for that." your eyes immediately rolled at his words.

His eyes trailed down the nape of your neck, heated and burning, tracing the curve of your shoulders, cupping the back of your head with his palm, and it's comical how big he is than the size of you.

He prepared you for the fight, the brute, the wrestle, but he doesn't prepare you for this. The gentle of his touch, the way his thumb trace over your ear, down to the very line of your jaw. That's why your defense were wide open for him. Like a little doll getting picked up and given some love.

But his love was everything but innocent.

He lean down, dragging your body close with his other hand so your back would press with the hardness of his chest, face just inches away from your nape, breathing your scent in like he couldn't hold himself back no more.

"You trust me, right?" he ask out of nowhere, making you shift your head to look back at him, where he's already looking you dead in the eyes. "Of course." god, you're so oblivious. So innocent. So ripe for the pluck that he's going to do, but first, he gotta examinized that agonizingly, mouth-watering forbidden fruit.

His other hand resting on your knees start move, up to the thick of your thigh as he grab a feel of it, his lips start to press feather light kiss over the line of hair on the back of your head, his fingers traveled up as it reach the curve of your hip, where he start to dip in the valley of your front, going straight to the place he aim for.

His touches bring such goosebumps into your skin, "dad-" the anxious of your voice calling him out was palpable, but he's quick to coos you up with a 'shh...' "dont worry. It's just me. Just your dad." then he's tipping your chin up as he press his lips against yours in the very words of soft and gentle. Breathing into your mouth as he kept his eyes open where yours were wide, strucked. But you didnt pull away. That's a first.

Pulling back to give you a second to breath, he lean in to give you another kiss. More present, more...purpose. And when he felt the tense in you slowly ease, he breath into your mouth, a hand cupping over the side of your chin so he got full control, biting the low of your lip. "Let your tongue out f'me." and you did. Stucking your tongue out as he kiss and lick over it. It's too easy, you're making this so easy. And he'll take full advantage of it.

The hand on your front had been tracing the curve of your cunny through your pants, spreading your leg for just a bit so he could press a finger through the spot of your little clit. And he felt you jerk as he start to circle it. A huff of whine came out your throat while he kept his tongue twirl together with yours, drools mixing together.

"Good girlll.... There's my good girl.." he rumbled, voice deep and rough as it laced with lust and hunger. Shoving his tongue down your throat as you whimper in his mouth, trying to clumsily keep up, your legs twitches as he kept his fingers pressed and circle over your clit. And you already look fucked out of it before he even properly fuck you.

His little daughter. So cute. So precious. So adorable. You really are made only for him. And he'll kept it that way till the very end till he die. You'll only need him, and only him.