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The sun peeks through the blinds of the dingy apartment. It’s the first thing Sarah notices. Ten years after the outbreak. Ten years since she almost lost her life. While the wounds have healed, the mental scars of that night still seem fresh in her mind. She remembers it all. The bullet piercing her skin and the pain shooting through her body. She remembers her dad screaming, telling the soldier they weren’t sick, begging him before the shot rang out. The next thing she knew she was hitting the ground and rolling away from her dad. Her world went dark, and when she came back her dad was cradling her in his arms, telling her it was okay and saying he needed to get her up. Uncle Tommy was faint, telling Joel to lift her up and in an odd request, told him to press his finger into the bullet wound to slow the bleeding. That’s the last thing she remembered as the world went dark again.
Here she is a decade later, almost shocked she’s made it to twenty-four, given the fucking shithole the world has become. There have been a few times when she thought she and her family were going to die. Tess, Uncle Tommy, her dad, and herself. A few close calls have left her with the scars to prove it, the most prominent one over her left eye, raider’s knife decided to introduce itself to her face before she shot him.
A soft groan stirs her from her thoughts causing her to turn her head left to see the sleeping face of her father. Normally he takes the couch and lets her have the bed, but nightmares plagued her and she begged him to stay. She needed her daddy, the one person who could protect her from anything, from the moment she was born. He chased the monsters away, kissed the bumps and bruises, held her hand when she got nervous and she’d always curl up on his lap and tuck her head under his chin when she got scared. She’s done that a few times over the recent years. He always tells her that she is never too old for her daddy to hold her.
Shifting a bit, she lays on her side to look at him. Joel lays on his stomach, head pillowed on his forearm, and face turned towards her. She notices the grey starting to pepper his hair, mustache, and beard. His face is weathered, reflecting the hardships they’ve faced. The lines by his eyes seem deeper, but as he sleeps the lines even out. He almost looks like he did before the outbreak. She can’t help but reach out and trail her fingers along his cheek and down his jaw. No matter what he looks like, no matter the years, he will always be her daddy. Her protector. Her knight in shining armor. And she will always be his baby girl. His princess.
Joel mutters in his sleep, faintly saying Sarah’s name in his graveled tone. It brings a smile to her lips, even if she’s harboring a secret. Feelings that should make her feel ashamed and dirty. There can’t be any other women with feelings like these, right? She knows she’s broken, she can blame the world. She can blame her trauma and her codependency. She can try to reason, but when it boils down, she wonders if these feelings were there since was eighteen when she knew how to process her feelings and emotions. That’s when she first saw her dad as more than that, she saw him as a man. Tall, strong, and commanding. Protective and willing to kill anyone who dared to put their hands on her. It started a stirring in the pit of her stomach and a throb between her legs.
A Fedra agent had grabbed her one night, pinning her to a wall. He said no one would hear her scream, not even her Daddy. Joel was feared by most, he had a reputation and people tended to stay out of his way, except for this fucker. She’d been scared, but a part of her knew no matter what he did, he would die. Her daddy would kill him most painfully and violently as possible. If she was lucky, he’d let her watch.
Her thoughts came true, just as the asshole reached for her jeans there was a knife embedding itself in his neck. Blood immediately spilled from his lips as he stumbled back. Like a blackened knight, Joel appeared with a rabid look in his eyes, possessiveness. Like he was saying, don’t touch what’s mine. She was positive she imagined it. Staying pressed to the wall, she watched her father pull his knife out of the man’s neck and proceeded to beat the holy hell out of him before slitting his throat.
The look was back when he stood up with bruised and bloody knuckles, his knife equally bloody. The look lingers, hungry and possessive, and then vanishes. Like he turned something off in his brain, but she is now almost sure of the look she saw and it wasn’t a protective way a father looks at his daughter. It was only for a moment before it turned into a worried gaze and him sheathing his knife before he gathered her in his arms, looking her over before keeping a tight hold on her as he kissed her forehead.
Sarah should be ashamed of her actions that night. Once everyone was asleep, she lay in bed replaying the event. She was safe from being caught behind the bedroom door. She kept replaying her daddy standing there behind the Fedra agent, his face angry and vengeful. A look that he has never directed at her, but the thought of it had desire pooling low in her stomach. The way he beat that agent, was all for her. To protect her. The possessive look in his eyes as he stood there, tall and imposing, hands covered in the blood of the man who tried to assault her, who dared to touch his baby girl. She knew most eighteen-year-olds didn’t fingerfuck themselves thinking about their blood-covered fathers enacting violence to protect them. She should be ashamed, but she’s not. The thought had soaked her panties and had her quietly whimpering for her daddy and wishing those bruised and bloody hands were on her body.
“Baby girl.”
Joel’s voice breaks through her thoughts, her gaze meeting his and smiling. She pulls her hand away, resting on the pillow by her head. Joel shifts a bit, becoming a little more awake before sitting up on his elbows and looking down at his baby girl.
“How’d ya sleep, baby?” He asks, lifting one hand to brush a few wild hairs from Sarah’s face. His dark eyes are laced with a hint of concern, but understanding as always.
“Better than I did the night before. I’m sorry, I know twenty-four is too old to want your daddy to cuddle you because of a nightmare.” She murmurs with a faint smile.
“Nonsense. You’ll always be my baby and you'll never be too old for me to hold you.” He assures, moving to lay back down, holding his arm out for her to curl against him.
“You’re the best, Daddy,” She murmurs, moving to lay her head on his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around her and squeeze gently.
“I’ll always take care of you,” He promises as he kisses her forehead when she tilts my chin up to look at him. A promise he will never break.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Her eyes close when he presses the kiss to her forehead, a soft hum coming from her lips as she lays a hand on his chest.
She feels content, even if being this close to him, pressed to his side, has desire pooling low in her belly from having thought about the night she orgasmed over her daddy killing for her. She knows she should feel ashamed, she tries, but can’t. She doesn’t want to. What she wants is to lay here in her daddy’s arms and dare to dream about how good his hand feels gently rubbing her arm and how it would feel for him to touch her in other ways. Those long fingers exploring her body.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby?” Joel asks, looking down at her, having noticed the slightly spacy look.
“Huh? Oh… nothing, just thinking.” Pressing closer to him, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to ward off the thoughts.
Even if she sees the look in his eyes, she’s still his little girl. There is a strong possibility that he will be disgusted with her, cast her aside, and leave her behind. She wouldn’t blame him. No daughter should be thinking of her father fucking her into the sheets and claiming her as his own as he lets his possessive streak out.
“I know you better than that.” He states. Brown eyes that match hers look down as his hand comes to tip her chin up so she can look at him.
“I… I can’t tell you. It’s wrong and you’ll be ashamed of me.” Feeling tears welling in her eyes, she pulls away from him and sits up.
“Baby, I could never be ashamed of you. No matter what it is, I will love you all the same.” He soothes, sitting up and placing a hand on her back.
His own feelings stir. To say he hasn’t thought about his daughter, now a woman, in ways a father should never think of his daughter, would be a lie. He’s possessive, over time he watched her grow and when she flowered into a woman, that is when the trouble started. He noticed the way she walked, the sway of her hips, and the curve of her breasts. Holding her meant something more to him. Her body pressed to his, craving his comfort and stirring his desires. He wanted to hate himself, but he couldn’t force it. He relished every time she would crawl into his lap, tuck her head against his chest and let him hold her, wanting him and him alone.
He wanted to hate himself, his perversion when his daughter just wanted to be comforted. When she was innocent and needed her father. In his depraved mind, he would wish she needed him for something far more than comfort. Wished she needed his touch and let him take her apart with his hands and lips. She was his little girl, his everything and he would kill anyone who tried to take her away, hurt or upset her. The violence that simmered in him would always be used to protect his little girl.
“I just… it’s wrong.” She whispers, pulling him from his thoughts as she shakes her head.
Sarah feels herself being tugged closer and settled on Joel’s lap with him leaning back against the headboard allowing her to rest against his chest, head on his shoulder. He takes one of his baby girl’s small hands in his, his calloused thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back.
“Shhh, baby girl. Listen to me, I swear on my life, there will never be anything that could make me think of less of you. You’re my little girl. My baby. My princess.” He soothes and Sarah notes the slight inflection when he says ‘my’. It comes off a bit more possessive than simply a father comforting his daughter.
“I love you, Daddy,” She murmurs and lifts her head. Her heart is in her throat as she looks at him, dark eyes nervous and afraid.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” His hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing away the lone tear that falls.
Joel’s gaze stays on his baby, in it she sees a mix of love and possibly want. Sarah needs it to be more. She doesn’t know how much longer she can take hiding this, especially when she gets surges of jealousy when she sees Tess brush against him or gets too close. She knows they are just friends, Tess has been good to her and she loves her, but he is -her- daddy. All -hers-.
Joel stays quiet, letting Sarah search his gaze. She watches his eyes travel over her face and linger on her lips before bringing his gaze to hers again. He hates himself, his gaze looks guilty, just as hers does. Guilty because she wants to fuck her father and he wants to fuck his daughter.
Leaning forward, she presses her lips to his and slides her hand up his neck to cup his jaw. She almost pulls back when she feels fingers in her hair and lips moving against hers. Leaning into the kiss, Sarah deepens it, shifting to straddle Joel’s lap. His hands find her hips and squeeze. They’re lost in the kiss, the bubbling over of the darker urges they both have. She slides her arms behind his neck as the kiss slowly breaks, her breath is a bit heavy as she rests her forehead against his.
“I’m sorry, baby… this is wrong… I shouldn’t be…” He trails off as one hand comes up and tucks wild curls behind her ear.
“Please, Daddy, I need you. Please don’t push me away. It can’t be wrong.” She whimpers and lifts her head to gaze into her daddy’s eyes.
“I shouldn’t have these thoughts… You’re my baby girl. I'm supposed to protect you, even if it’s from me.” Lifting his hand, he cups Sarah’s cheek, letting her lean into his palm.
“You are. You do protect me, just like you did the night that Fedra guard attacked me. You have always protected me. Please, Daddy.” She whimpers, resting her hands on his chest, slowly rocking her hips.
He remembers that night well, he remembers the rage he felt when that fucker dared to touch -his- little girl. He enjoyed making the asshole pay for touching what belongs to him. He would admit the fire in him. One of the first times he felt more than a father’s anger. The rage was more that of a possessive lover, wanting to lay his claim and prove she was his and his alone. The thought of anyone touching her brought a growl from him even now.
“I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t feel like this. That night that jackass touched you, I saw red. A father’s rage, but more… Baby girl I wanted you in any way I could have you and that isn’t how a father should feel.” He murmurs, the hand on Sarah’s hip squeezing but making no attempt to stop the slow roll of her hips.
Leaning down, Sarah presses her forehead to Joel’s and rocks her hips, panties rubbing against her folds and creating a little bit of friction. He makes no real attempt to hide his arousal. His cock presses against his sweatpants, throbbing and wanting to be buried inside his baby girl’s warm little pussy. He growls low, the thought taking over his mind.
“I came home and finger fucked myself thinking of you. Thinking about how you had a rage in your eyes and how you killed that man for me. Because I’m -your- baby girl. I’ll always be… Show me how you felt that night.” She whispers, her breath ghosting over his lips.
Her words bring a feral growl from her father’s lips. Her words are driving his lust, making him forget the fact he should be ashamed. Right now he is thinking about how tight his daughter’s virgin cunt is, how it would feel to have her moaning for him as his cock stretches her. He gives her hips a rough squeeze and rolls his hips up a few times.
Pulling back from her father, Sarah sits up a bit and grips the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her bare torso on display, and dropping the shirt to the floor. She watches her daddy look her over, his eyes conflicted, but lust is slowly taking over. He tries to tell himself to stop, to not think these things but fails. Large hands run up Sarah’s sides, thumbs brushing just under her breasts. She knows it should be wrong, but it feels so right. There is not a man out there who can love and protect her as her daddy can.
“Are you sure you want this, baby girl?” He asks, knowing if he starts, he won’t want to stop and it would change their relationship. His possessive nature over her would grow.
“Yes, Daddy.” She nods, sliding her hands down to tug the hem of his shirt. Joel sits up long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby.” He smiles and rolls them over, pressing her back to the bed. She blushes at his words, hands coming up to trail her nails down his back.
“And I’m all yours.” She proclaims, lifting her head to brush her lips over his.
“Yes, yes you are.” He chuckles, ducking his head to press heated kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She sighs softly and rests her knees on either side of her daddy’s hips, feeling the outline of his cock pressing against her cunt through her shorts and panties. Her hips rock up a bit to get some friction causing Joel to chuckle against her skin. He can just imagine how wet she is and how sweet she tastes. He wants to taste her pretty little pussy before he fills her with his cock.
“When did my baby get so needy? Hm?” He asks, lifting his head from where it had been between Sarah’s breasts.
“Since always. You really only have yourself to blame. You made me.” She teases, giggling when his teeth nip at one of her nipples.
“Suppose that’s fair.” He laughs before lowering his head and trailing his tongue over her nipple, teasing until it hardens. He drags a long moan from his baby girl’s lips when he wraps his lips around the hardened bud and sucks roughly. The noises he elicits from her makes her glad Tess and Uncle Tommy are on a run and won’t be back for a day or so. The sounds she makes has Joel pressing his hips to the bed, rutting a bit to relieve some of the aches of his cock.
Sarah’s back arches when he turns his attention to the other nipple and repeats his actions before letting go with a soft ‘pop’. His dark eyes flicker up to her as he rises up on his knees. Fingers curl around Sarah’s shorts and panties as she lifts her hips to let him slide them off. She feels a sudden bit of shyness, this being her first time. No one has seen her undressed and well, her body is littered with scars. Bullet holes and stab wounds. Rough patches of skin and the burn across her stomach.
He notices this as he discards her shorts and panties on the floor. The look breaks him a bit, as he wishes he could have saved her from the stories behind the scars. Protected her from the pain. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the bullet scar on Sarah’s side, the scars from a hunting knife along her other side before gently nuzzling the rough patch of skin that covers her stomach, sitting right above her belly button. Lips brush over it a few times before he lifts his head. He will spend the rest of his life worshipping her. Showing her what she means to him.
“Baby girl, look at me,” Joel murmurs, leaning forward to place his hand next to her head.
“I’m sorry…” Sarah whispers as he kisses her forehead before resting his against hers.
“You got no reason to be sorry. Baby girl you’re beautiful. Inside and out. Nothing will ever change my mind.” He murmurs before capturing her lips, nothing and no one could ever compare to his beautiful baby girl.
His hips rest against hers for a moment as the kiss lingers, letting her feel how she affects him. She feels his words, deep in her heart. She’ll always be Daddy’s Girl. She knows that won’t ever change. Sighing against his lips, she relaxes as his tongue slides over hers. His kiss is addictive and tells her all she needs to know. He wants all of her. Her kisses are sweet and draw him in, making him want to savor her. He needs her kisses the way he needs air.
“Spread those legs wide for me, little girl,” He growls against her lips before breaking the kiss, he chuckles at her moan of protest.
Obeying, she lets her knees fall open as Joel pushes up and rests back on his knees. His dark eyes roam over her and he thinks to himself he is a very lucky man. Biting her lip, Sarah looks up at him with innocence in her eyes. He groans, palming his cock a few times for a bit of relief. The innocent look has always been his downfall, and now, with her spread out before him, it’s fucking heaven. His fingers come down to trail over his baby girl’s thighs as his other rests beside her and hovers above her thighs. When his fingers reach their destination, they slip through her folds causing her to whimper softly. That whimper of hers is going to get her into a world of trouble.
“Look at this pretty little pussy all wet and needy.” He chuckles, rubbing small circles above her clit. His baby girl’s pussy is a gorgeous sight, tender pink flesh, wet and waiting for him, because of him. It’s a dream come true.
“I can’t help it. Can’t help that I want my daddy to fuck me.” She smirks and rolls her hips against his fingers.
“That right? Well, who am I to deny my baby girl?” Lifting his fingers, licking the desire that had pooled between her legs from them. He hums in appreciation, the taste sweeter than he could have ever imagined.
She watches him fully lower himself between her legs with a needy whimper. His fingers glide over her folds before parting them, exposing all of her to him. He presses his tongue against her and licks a long stripe from her core to her clit with dark eyes that match his watching.
She can feel the desire dripping from her cunt, begging for more. Her daddy senses this and chuckles. He wants to hear how much she wants him and know the noises she makes are all for him. He licks another long stripe up her cunt before teasing her clit. Her toes curl against the bed as his lips wrap around her clit and he sucks softly, letting her get used to the sensation. He wants to give her everything and wants to make her feel like the princess she is.
He should be ashamed of this, of being between his daughter’s legs, lapping at her wet little pussy, making her moan and squirm. Ashamed that he wants to hear his name on her lips as she cums for him. He can’t bring himself to do it though. He’s thrown all those feelings out the window. He wants to be the one to make her fall apart, he wants to claim her and be the only man she will ever want and need. The first taste of her pussy has him hooked, and he’ll kill anyone who tries to take it away from him.
“Fuck.” Sarah whines as he releases her clit. She gives a soft squeak when his tongue dips lower, tracing her entrance.
“Such language.” Joel lifts his head long enough to grin at her, his beard wet and lips flashing a proud smirk.
“I learned it fr–” Her words are cut short when his tongue dips inside her, causing her to arch off the bed.
Her fingers rake through his hair and curl around the salt and pepper strands. She feels when he presses one of his long, thick fingers into her, slowly thrusting as he buries his face against her, devouring her pussy, licking and sucking her clit.
“Daddy. Please… So close.” She whines and tugs his hair.
Slowly his finger keeps its pace, curling and hitting just the right spot that has warmth building in her stomach and her pussy getting wetter as he continues as her desire drips down his hand.
“Cum for me, little girl. Let Daddy taste you.” He coos.
That does it. That line has her cumming all over his fingers, trembling as she does. She has never made herself cum this hard, not even close. He works her through her orgasm, lapping at her and slowly thrusting his finger. Only when she calms down does he pull away. Tilting her head to the side, she watches him sit up on his knees and hold her gaze as he licks his fingers clean.
“Fuck, baby you are sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I’m going to own this pretty little pussy.” He chuckles and leans down, bracing himself above her with his hand resting next to her head.
“Are you gonna write your name on it?” She asks with a cheeky smile.
“Oh, baby…” He grins, brushing his lips against hers with a low, possessive growl. “I am gonna do more than that. I’m going to bury my cock deep inside you, ensuring that you’ll feel me for days. Stretch you open and fill you up.”
“Please, Daddy.” Whimpering as his lips press to hers in a hungry kiss, tasting herself when his tongue slides over her.
The kiss lingers as Joel reaches between them, fingers finding Sarah’s clit and rubbing rough circles. Her hips roll a bit, the kiss breaking for both to take a breath. She’s needy and wants to feel the stretch of his cock and him claiming her. He’s feral, wanting to bury himself inside her and watch her come apart on his cock. He wants to claim her as more than his daughter.
“I need you to cum for me again, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Think you can be a good girl for me?” He asks in a soft coo.
“I’ve always been a good girl,” Whining as his fingers trail down, pressing two inside her.
“That’s debatable.” He grins and curls his fingers, brushing against just the right spot to make Sarah tremble and squirm. “Let me feel you cum one more time baby. Cum for Daddy.”
As his fingers work her over, feeling how she’s getting close when her walls squeeze his fingers. When he presses his thumb to her clit, rubbing rough circles, is what sends her over the edge, cumming hard and panting. Sarah feels the brush of Joel’s lips across her throat as his fingers work her through her orgasm. Once she relaxes against the bed once more, he withdraws his fingers and repeats his earlier actions of licking them clean.
“Baby girl, I think I may be addicted to your sweet little pussy. You’ve been saving it just for Daddy?” He groans, both hands resting on the pillow beside her head as he lowers his hips and rocks them against hers.
“Mhm. I wanted Daddy to eat me up.” She coos cutely and looks up at him.
“Don’t worry baby, I will devour you twice a day or more if you need it.” He chuckles as he leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Still want Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes. Please…” Nodding, she knows at any point she no longer wanted it, he would stop. Though she can’t find herself wanting it to stop.
“Good girl.” He praises, making Sarah preen a bit.
She watches him push up and off the bed, discarding his sweatpants and boxers. His dark eyes watch Sarah hungrily causing her to spread her knees wide again to present her wet cunt to him. A low growl escapes him, lust and love filling him. His Sarah is the most beautiful woman in the world. He’d kill for her. He’d give any man who dare touch her a slow and painful death. He would allow his violent heart to be free and bring the world down if she asked him.
Sarah thinks to herself that daddy’s cock is glorious. Long and thick, for a moment she wonders just how he is going to fit in her little virgin pussy, but the thought of him stretching her to fit gets her pussy wetter.
Kneeling on the bed, he settles between her thighs, pressing his hips to hers, letting the head of his cock trail through her desire-soaked folds. One hand rests beside her head with his dark eyes meeting hers while his other hand strokes his cock a few times as he presses his lips to her forehead and keeps them there.
“Such a good girl. So sweet and brave.” Joel murmurs against Sarah’s skin.
He praises and presses the head of his cock at her core. Sarah’s arms slide around him, holding on to him like she always has when she seeks comfort. Her back arches and she cries out as she feels him press into her. The pain is sharp, causing a few tears to fall from her eyes as she whimpers ‘Daddy’. Her walls are tight around him, silky and feeling like heaven.
“You’re doing so good baby. I’m so proud.” He whispers and kisses away the tears.
She gives him a whine when he is fully sheathed inside her, stretching and filling her to the brim. He stays still, catching her lips in a soft kiss and whispering ‘sorry’ as he never wants to cause his baby pain. She reassures him she wants him, needs him, and how good he is making her feel.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asks, lifting his head and looking down at his baby. One arm stays beside her head, bracing himself above her. His other hand cups her cheek as he smiles. “Such a pretty baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Nodding as she notices the way her nails have dug into his back. She gives him a pout and then smiles. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You mark me up, baby. Don’t be sorry.” He chuckles, slowly moving his hips. She’s so warm and tight around him, feeding the possessive streak he has when it comes to her, making him almost feral.
His thrusts are slow, his lips pressing to Sarah’s forehead. Closing her eyes, she clings to him as he stretches her open, making her feel like he is going to split her in two. Slowly though, pleasure wins out as she moans ‘Daddy’. He chuckles against her skin before trailing his lips down my neck and biting gently. He’s caught up in the pleasure, his darkest fantasy coming true. He’s buried deep inside his baby girl’s cunt with the word daddy on her lips. A moment he has dreamed about, only this time, it’s her sweet little pussy wrapped around him instead of his hand.
Joel looks down at his baby, her eyes opening to meet his. His eyes are full of love and lust, which reflect in Sarah’s. Taking one of her hands, he laces their fingers and pins it above her head as he speeds up his thrusts a bit, wanting this moment to last as long as it could. His hands have always been secure, always bigger than Sarah’s and it makes her feel small. She loves the feeling, of being small and protected by her daddy.
“Such a brave little girl. Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” Joel moans as he squeezes Sarah’s hand.
“All for Daddy… I love you so much.” She moans out.
“I love you too, baby girl. You’re being so brave, taking your Daddy’s cock… Fuck, baby girl you feel so good. Does my needy little girl like taking Daddy's cock?” He coos with a smirk on his lips.
“I do. I love Daddy’s cock.” Preening, she leans up to catch his lips in a hungry kiss.
Joel’s hand slides down to hook her leg around his waist, changing the angle, and fuck, it feels so good. Sarah can feel herself cumming around his cock as she pants against his lips, his thrusts jolting her body under him as she trembles.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Daddy’s got you.” Joel promises as he rocks Sarah through her orgasm.
A squeak escapes her when he rolls them over and settles her knees on either side of his hips. The new angle is fucking glorious and for a moment Sarah tips her head back with a groan. The very thought of riding Daddy’s cock has her desire dripping. Joel growls low, his hands holding her hips and guiding her gently. Feeling her desire drip down his cock has it twitching inside her.
“Show Daddy how much you love his cock.” He squeezes her hips, knowing she will wear his fingerprints for a while after.
Sarah’s hips roll against Joel’s, taking every inch of his cock. Looking down, there is a faint hint of red tinging his cock, the sight makes her sigh softly knowing she will always belong to Daddy. The sight is beautiful to Joel, knowing he is claiming her, that she is his body and soul.
Placing her hands on his chest, she lifts her hips up and then slowly back down, repeating her actions as she watches the pleasure wash over her daddy’s face. She’s cocky knowing it’s her doing and knowing anyone who ever tried to take him from her would find a violent and bloody end. She’s like her father in that sense, willing to do anything to protect what’s hers.
“Daddy you feel so good. So much better than my fingers.” Releasing a chuckle that’s followed by a moan causing her to bite her lip.
“I would hope… or else I’m doing something wrong.” He chuckles before a moan follows at the sight of Sarah’s cunt stretched over his cock. “You got me close, baby.”
“Fuck me, hard. Please… I want to feel it.” She begs.
That’s all that needs to be said as he rolls them over and laces their fingers, pinning her hands above her head as he trusts into her. The power behind his thrusts jolts her body, part of him wanting to make sure she remembers this for days. Feeling her walls clench, she wraps her legs around his waist. The way her walls milk his cock has him twitching inside her.
“Cum inside me. Fill me up.” She moans as her head tilts back. There is no chance of any sort of pregnancy as she was born with a rare defect that left her infertile due to only having one underdeveloped ovary.
Those words send them both over the edge with Joel burying his face in the crook of her neck and Sarah's nails digging into his hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. He groans and licks a trail up her neck as he cums, spilling his seed deep inside his baby girl. The sting of her nails further drives his lust.
His thrusts slow as he rocks them through their combined orgasm. Sarah sighs contently as she feels his warmth filling her to the brim. When she opens her eyes, she meets Joel’s gaze and smiles sweetly.
“Hi, Daddy,” She murmurs in a soft voice.
“Hi, baby.” He whispers pressing a kiss to her lips, then her nose, and lastly her forehead.
“Don’t go.” She points, just in case he wants to pull away, keeping her arms around him. “Hold me?”
Joel chuckles and kisses Sarah’s pouting lips before rolling them over so once more her knees are planted on either side of his hips. He pulls her down against his chest, keeping himself buried inside her. He doesn’t want to lose her warmth and she doesn’t want to lose the full feeling or the warmth he spilled inside her. She lays her head on his shoulder as he rubs her back and they lay in blissful silence, completely sated. She tucks her nose into the crook of his neck after a few minutes, yawning softly.
“Getting sleepy on me, baby girl?” He asks in a teasing tone still rubbing her back as his other hand comes down to squeeze her hip.
“A little, but I don’t wanna move.” Sighing softly and giving him a sleepy giggle, she can’t help it, her daddy made her cum four times and it took a lot out of her.
“You don’t have to… You keep yourself right here, I ain’t ready to let you go.” He murmurs and rests his head against hers. His desire is sated and he has his little girl in his arms. He knows he should feel shame or regret, but all he can feel is love and devotion. No woman in the world could come close to his baby, not that he would ever let them try. His heart has been hers since the moment the nurse at the hospital placed a tiny pink bundle in his arms and introduced him to his daughter.
“Rest your eyes, baby.” He adds.
“If I must.” She chuckles and shifts a bit, bringing a soft moan from her lips when Daddy’s cock shifts inside her.
“You must. You’re a good girl, remember?” A groan escapes him as well as she shifts. He grabs the blanket from where it’s balled up on the other side of the bed and pulls it over them.
“Daddy’s good girl,” She whispers.
“Damn right.” He murmurs, still rubbing her back.
Her eyes close and while she’s not fully asleep, she drifts in and out. She feels content, knowing her feelings were not in vain. That daddy wanted her and no one else. You could call her spoiled and she guesses she is because her daddy is holding her and she knows she is the one and only woman he loves. She gets all of him, the parts he only shares with her and she loves it.