#kittyboy<3

Dad knocks on my door, making my fingers stop in the middle of their way into my aching hole.

"Sweetie? Can I open the door?"

Of course he asks, but in the next few seconds- he's opening my door. I never had a lock. Something about being able to get to me in an emergency. Is this an emergency?

By the time he opens the door, I'm covered in my bedsheets, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you need?" I mutter at him, trying my best to appear tired.

He bites his lips and slinks over to my bed, brushing my hair away from my face. "Daddy just needs some cuddle time with you, baby." He tugs at my blanket. "Come on, let papa hold you."

His arms pull my blanket away from my body, exposing how flushed and excited I am. I whimper at the exposure to the cold, making my nipples harden.

"Dad. . . I-" I start, but am abruptly cut off.

"God. . . Just like your mother. . ." He breathes, his hand instinctively reaching up to cup my left breast.

I freeze as I feel his soft hands caress my chest, swiping over my nipples every once in a while. And i instinctively look away as his mouth makes contact with my nipple. "Dad, this is so wrong." my breath hitches as his hands travel down my body, his mouth making its way to my collar and neck.

He pauses his love on my front to strip in front of me. I see his hard-on spring out of his boxers and feel my walls clench around the sudden gaping emptiness inside of me.

"If it's so wrong, you better not tell anyone about it, Princess." He kneels in front of me- spreading my legs easily, despite my best effort. "You're already so wet, I bet you're going to taste so good, dear."

I do my best to protest, but all words escape me when his tongue begins its work. I cry out, jerk around, try to hit him, nothing works to get the overwhelming feeling off of me.

Soon, I feel an intrusion at my entrance. I can barely cry out before his finger is bottoming out in my hole. All the while, his tongue is working at my clit.

I feel a tension building between my hips, it beats with the speed of Dad's fingers. I curl my toes as the tension grows and builds on top of itself.

Suddenly, the dam breaks, and I feel wave after wave of brain-buzzing pleasure. It's so intense that even after he's done finger-fucking me through it, I'm still shivering on my bed.

I come to as my Dad mounts me, aligning himself at my entrance. I don't protest as he presses himself into me, sending such a burning pleasure that I arch my back and moan. "Fuck, ! Dad. . !"

"That's it, take it all for me. Your mother is going to love the sight when she gets home."

"Oh, no,!" I sputter through broken moans. "Dad. Don't tell Mom!" I cry, feeling my warm face get hot.

He grabs my face, "Oh, I won't have to tell her if she just finds us making love on the living room floor, now will I?"