Chapter 3: Rising Action
The house was quiet. It was as if the thick, old walls themselves hushed our unspoken thoughts and swallowed any words we might have dared to utter. The silence humming in my ears should have brought a sense of peace, but instead it only echoed the pounding of my heart.
My father, standing with his back to me at the stove, was unaware of my eyes searing into him. He seemed so innocent. So real.
So perfect. My father's broad shoulders rippled under his thin t-shirt as he reached up to the cabinet, completely oblivious to the fact that I was inches away from him, almost trembling with anticipation. My breath hitched as his hand brushed past mine, a jolt of energy igniting between us. It was all so wrong—but it felt so fucking right.
I bit my lip, watching as his lips parted in concentration. I took a step closer, and the wooden floorboards creaked. He turned, startled, and our eyes locked.
My naked body enticing him.
My father's eyes traced their way down my bare chest, stopping for a moment on my taught nipples. I wanted him to stare. I wanted him to yearn for me. I knew then that he could no longer resist it, nor me; this deep, unspoken desire had always been between us.
He moved in closer, gripping my waist with his strong hands as his thumbs brushed against my hips. I whimpered, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.
His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks—I wanted more.
"Do you want this, Merlin?" he growled, our hips colliding. "I've always wanted this, but I thought you hated me."
A husky laugh escaped my lips. "Is that what you think? I could never hate you, Daddy. I love you."
With a grunt, he claimed my lips, his tongue invading my mouth as his grip on me tightened. I arched my back, grinding against him, savoring the feeling of his erection growing against my stomach.
He bit my lower lip, tugging harshly and making me gasp. I could feel the wetness between my legs, soaking his pants. My father had always been the one to dominate me, even in our most innocent moments.
My hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel his cock against my skin. I yanked it free and pulled his pants down to his thighs. With a gasp, I took in the sight of him: he was massive, easily the largest I'd ever seen.
I gripped him tightly, feeling him throb in my hands.
"Fuck, Merlin," he groaned, nipping at my neck. I moaned, eager to feel him inside of me.
He led me to the nearby kitchen table, pushing aside plates and utensils with one arm. I sat down on the cold wood, spreading my legs wide for him. The anticipation was enough to drive me crazy.
"This isn't right, Merlin," he whispered, still hesitating. "It's wrong.
But it feels so fucking right, Daddy," I replied, looking up at him with hooded eyes. My heart raced as I felt his gaze drift down from my eyes to my exposed cunt, drenched and pulsating in anticipation.
My father's hands trembled as he spread my legs wider and leaned down to taste me. His tongue darted out, lapping at my slick folds, and I moaned loudly. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue on me was mind-blowing, my body responding eagerly to his touch.
"Oh, god, Daddy.
Yes," I cried out as he flicked his tongue against my clit. I arched my back, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My father's hands were firm on my thighs, holding me down as he devoured me.
Suddenly, he pulled away, and I whimpered in frustration. But that frustration turned to lust as I saw him stroking his massive cock, slick with pre-cum. He stepped forward, and I spread my legs wider, ready for him to fill me up.
He grabbed my hips and positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, teasing me. I moaned as he pushed into me, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me.
My father's thrusts were slow and calculated, each one stroking a new fire within me. Our eyes never left each other's, locked in a dance of lust and desire. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of me. I could feel his hips slapping against mine, his pubic bone grinding against my clit.
My father's thrusting became faster and more urgent as I cried out, begging for more.
"Fuck, Merlin, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "God, I've wanted this for so long."
His confession only drove me crazier, igniting a burning passion deep inside of me. I clung to him, digging my nails into his shoulders as I met each thrust and matched his urgency.
He pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside me. I shivered, anticipation building up to a peak that left me breathless.
He plunged back inside of me and I cried out, my back arching off the table as I came. My orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shore and receding in waves.
"Oh, fuck, Merlin," my father groaned. "I'm going to come."
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.
"Come inside me."
My words seemed to be the final push he needed. My father's fingers tightened on my hips as he plunged into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him pulse inside of me, filling me up completely with each jet of his hot cum.
My own orgasm still rippled through me, intensified by the feeling of him releasing inside of me. My father collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the force of our lovemaking.
He nuzzled his face into my neck, his breath warm and ragged against my skin. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both came down from the high of our shared pleasure.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, lifting his head to look at me. Concern etched its way across his features, and I couldn't help but smile.
I shook my head, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face. "No, Daddy. It was perfect."
His face broke out into a relieved smile, and he leaned in to kiss me.