Story Excerpt

She’s nineteen, bratty, and knows exactly what she’s doing.

Every look. Every stretch. Every whispered Daddy in the hallway.

I tried to ignore the way my daughter flaunted her curves around the house, tight little shorts, see-through tops, no boundaries. But when she started teasing me in the kitchen, licking popsicles and calling me a coward, I broke. She wanted to be fucked like a grown woman. She wanted to be owned.

Now she’s mine. My mouth, my cock, my filthy secret.

I eat her on the floor, fuck her on the kitchen chair, spank her until she cries and begs for more. She climbs into my bed at night and rides me until I fill her up. She calls me Daddy with her lips wrapped around my cock. And I don’t even pretend to stop.

This isn’t just a story about giving in, it’s about never wanting to stop.