Vera’s POV.
I can’t stop the thrilling feeling streaming through my body. My eyebrows are up, almost touching my hairline knowing David is torturing me without even trying.
I mean, he has this sexual power over me that I can’t help but surrender to. He’s powerfully built form towers over me on the bed, while I watch with heavy breath.
I fucking want to cum hard but he’s not going to let me and as if on cue, my body responds. My orgasm suddenly pauses rushing out of my heated flower-hole.
I perch my hands on the bed, gazing up at him as he grunts, holding his dick.
Fuck…I squirm.
The sight of him holding his thick girth is exciting. The immaculate dick drops precum steadily. Daddy, holds up my chin with just one finger and makes me stare at him.
He moves his finger over my lips, parting it wide. He watches me with that look that borders on the urge to devour someone and it’s driving me haywire.
“You don’t look away…watch as I touch my dick with thoughts about your little flower there in my mind…”
“Oh…daddy…” I whimper with dazed eyes.
He rolls his thick finger into my mouth and I suck the skin. In fact, I lave the skin the instant I discover it’s the finger he tingled my cunt with.
My eyes break from his dark orbs and down to the shimmering waters drifting through the tiny hole of his crowned shaft.
David flicks the fluid to both sides. He sucks an air through his teeth…
Grunt, so deep it stokes fire within me. I find myself writhing on the bed while sucking on his finger.
He prowls deep into my warm mouth, making me lave it like it’s his cock while he flicks himself back and forth.
Without warning, my pussy begins to contract at the taboo scene displaying before me.
Daughter and dad committing sin…a sweet sin I’d gladly commit one hundred times without a care.
He drops his gaze down on my cunt and find it contracting again…
“Shit…oh…you don’t
know how much this turns me on, Kid. Seeing that vulva quivering, watching it silently beg for a touch. For pleasure…it gets me in the mood. Makes my cock stiff…”
While raining down the words, he pumps himself, veins swirling up and down with every of his motions.
Dirty sounds filter the air in the room and I find out it’s coming from us…
I’m whimpering while he releases manly grunts…grunts that are borderline sexy and
draws on the carnal want roving through me.
I can’t take this shit no more…. I cry to myself.
In time, I begin to move my hand to find my flaring clit and give it a sweet, long tug. David figures out my plan the very second I try to come in contact with the tender skin of my womanhood.
He captures my hand and arrests my wrists. He slowly drags the hand behind me. However, his dripping cock manages to sweep my nipple at his movement and I quake with a hiss.
Ohhhh…. shitttttt….
I cry out as he intentionally torment my nipple with the crown of his shaft. I love the feeling. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
Sweet…. delicious…tantalizing.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and look up to see him smirking down on me.
“You so badly want it…right? You want to know how heavy it’ll be in your mouth…hmmm?” He asks, pulling back to pump himself again.
His neat hair is now a scattered ringlet, damp as he sweats at the ministration he gives himself.
“Let me…touch it, daddy. Let me help you blow off…” I’m purring…begging…wanting.
He shakes his head. “Not a chance…” He slaps his palm at the words, scrolling the huge girth through the hollow that he formed by joining his two fingers together.
“I just want you to watch the dirty things you make me do. How thoughts of you get me hard and I continue to touch myself…fuck, kid….”
He pumps, wet sounds fill the space around us as he slaps his cock against his other palm.
I take the chance to study the movement of his muscle. It rotates with every motion of his hand against his cock.
The slab of his torso is lined with muscles I want to run my fingers on and bask in the warmth it’ll bring.
I’m not even done pondering on the thoughts but I already find my hand moving, aiming to touch and feel these ripples under the pad of my fingers.
“Hell, kid. Those…. fingers….” He cries out, his body shaking. My pussy quivers too, feeling it first hand how his corded muscles want to break apart through an orgasm.
I run the fingers down, just stopping at the top of his groin…and there…heat comes rushing like a windstorm through me.
My pussy queefs at the forbidden sight of the man I call father, vibrating in every sense of the word as he pleasures himself.
Words…oh…dirty, filthy words escaping his lips…severing the control he has in two.
He leans closer and takes the lips I tighten between my teeth and showers me with kisses. Hotly sawing his tongue inside my mouth where they make a syrupy connection, leaving me a whimpering mess.
“Ohhhhhhhhh….. daddy…. fuck…. ing…. hell…” I thrash, I want his hands allover me…all over my skin…back…ass…pussy…breasts….
I want him in me.
Beside me…
Around me.
Behind me….
Over me…
Beneath me….
Everywhere. Just about every where that I’ll feel hot ecstasy and electric canal desire.
He presses on, swallowing up my moans while also driving his cock through his palm.
I try to cup my breasts but he refuses, holding me down with one hand. One strong hand pins mine to the bed. I sit tilting like a helpless prisoner. Like some spoils of war.
“I can’t allow you to feel this pleasure, kid. Don’t forget
this is your punishment for thinking filthy things…for letting men find pleasure from your body.”
“Please…this once…” I’m begging, suspended in a helpless state of need. I need to cum…to make myself cum. The pleasurable punishment
is getting to me…wrecking my nerves and suturing my mind and thoughts into nothingness.
“It’s my punishment for you, kid. No orgasm.” He whispers against my lips. He gives me one last kiss before nosing his way down to my collarbone where he peppered kisses that pilot me to cloud nine.
Before I can get a grip on myself, I start squirting again…waters gushing…telling him just about how much I need this.
“Ouuuuu…” I cry out, rocking my hips upward as I spill the desire I’ve stashed away for so long.
David growls at the sight. Smacks his lips while shoving his hand through his hair at the same time.
As if the squirting stoked a flame in him, he increases the level of his tug over his dick, growling at the act.
I watch the excitingly hot scene…like a live porno and bite my lips at the same time.
I watch my clit, hard and swollen up, needy. I trace my attention back to him and he kneels in full height, dominating me as he cups his balls, tugs on them and fists his cock.
“All I think about is…drowning in you, kid. Makes me a sinful father for wanting something I nurtured from a tender age.” He gazes at me with his dark orbs shimmering under the light.
I’ve so forgotten I was at a party before. I’m only arrested by the filthy display of the moment, giving in to all my attention and wants.
David pulls close and flicks two fingers over my cunt and finds it damp. He smirks and sweeps me lightly.
My ass cheeks pucker at the eroticism of the touch…I try to bite my lip but David beats me to it as he takes my mouth in another searing kiss…
He pumps himself, fingers my cunt and kisses me. All at the same time. So hot and…so sexy.
Just the thought of it makes my orgasm hurtle forward…to bash my walls as it tries to escape.
However, David beats me to it. He accelerates the speed of his masturbation, the bed squeaking under the weight of his movement.
He draws back, leaving me hanging on the razor-sharp edge.
One pull. Two…three and everything starts coming out like a flood.
The sight is explosively hot as David leans my face toward his shafts as he paints my faces with his cum.
My eyes go wide at the scene. My breath catches as I’m all too aware that the liquid dropping down on my face is David’s seed.
He grunts lastly and lets go of his dick.
He falls with a thump beside me. The scent of sex and musk battering my nose.
“Lick them, kid. Taste what you always make me do.” He says, voice throatier.
Just like before, I lick him up. Tasting the salty semen and loving the way it blends with my saliva.
However, half way into doing that, daddy rushes me, clutches my lips with his and then…
We kiss like never before…his back tilting towards the bed as I tower over him with my small form.
His muscles coil at our movement, as he presses hot kisses on me. Taking my mouth with his.
“This…is…” I try to whisper against his lips but the knock on the door leaves us severing away from each other.
It comes again. This time, dad curses and hurries me into the bathroom. He comes out again and I hear him answer the door.
Irene’s voice races into my ear but I don’t grasp anything she says to him.
The door slams to a close thereafter and David opens the bathroom, letting me out.
He’s with his phone, calling a number. Claire’s written on the screen.
However, when I look into his eyes I know one thing that’s rushing in his dark orbs.
He doesn’t want anyone to know what transpired between
us tonight. It’s a secret he wants me to keep.
To be continued…