Chapter 4

The morning light crept into the bedroom, casting a soft, golden glow across the room, as Stacy stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to the gentle radiance. Her body felt alive, every nerve ending still buzzing with her night’s passion. She lay beside her father, in her own bed—the same bed she had shared with Alan, the man she was supposed to marry. Stacy’s heart sank as the reality of her actions, She had cheated on Alan, not just once, but in every possible way.

Stacy’s mind raced, replaying the events of the past two days like a movie reel. She remembered the first time Mark had touched her, the roughness of his hands on her skin, and the way her body had responded to his forbidden touch. The intensity of their lovemaking had been like a wildfire, consuming them both. The masturbation in her office, where her fingers moved rhythmically between her legs as she fantasized about Mark. The image of her soaked panties, damp with her juices, came to mind. She had presented them to Mark, a bold move that had ignited an even greater fire between them. Stacy’s cheeks flushed at the memory of their encounter by the creek, where they had let their passions run wild. The cool water of the creek had done little to douse the flames of their desire as they made love in the open air, their bodies entwined, moving in perfect harmony. The sounds of nature had provided a sensual soundtrack to their forbidden affair, each moan and sigh blending with the rustling leaves and flowing water.

Stacy’s limbs felt heavy as she reluctantly slid out of the bed, her body still bearing the tender marks. The sheets were a tangled mess, a silent witness to the wild night they had shared. She stood, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and felt a rush of emotions wash over her—love and desire. Stacy began to tidy the room, trying to erase the physical evidence of their forbidden night. She picked up the scattered clothes, her fingers tracing the familiar curves of her father’s shirt, and felt a pang of longing. She had never imagined she would be doing this with her own father, but here she was, cleaning up after a night of unbridled passion. As she took her panties from the floor, her phone’s ringtone cut through the silence, jolting her back to the present. It was Dr. Brenda, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.

“Hello, Doctor,” Stacy answered, her voice laced with concern and a hint of trepidation.

“Stacy, I need to see you at the hospital today. There’s something important we must discuss regarding your mother,” Dr. Brenda’s tone was grave, leaving no room for refusal.

“Is Mom okay? Is there a problem?” Stacy’s heart raced as she feared the worst, her mind flashing to the recent events and her mother’s fragile condition.

“Your mother is fine, but I need to speak with you privately” Dr. Brenda explained, her voice carrying a weight that Stacy couldn’t ignore.

Stacy let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’ll be there with Dad as soon as we can, Doctor.”

“No, Stacy, I need to talk to you alone. It’s important,” Dr. Brenda insisted, her voice firm and unwavering.

Stacy hesitated, her mind racing with questions and concerns. What could be so urgent that Dr. Brenda needed to see her alone? “Alright, Doctor, I’ll be there soon,” she conceded, her heart heavy with uncertainty.

Mark’s warm smile greeted Stacy as he woke fully, his eyes sparkling with the memory of the night’s passion. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered. Stacy, still lost in the maze of her thoughts, offered a small smile, her mind already drifting towards the impending conversation with Dr. Brenda.

“Good morning, Dad,” she replied, her voice distant, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. Mark, ever attuned to her moods, sensed her distraction and moved closer, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. He planted a tender kiss on her lips, a kiss that spoke of love and comfort. Stacy, caught off guard by the sweetness of the gesture, responded for a fleeting moment, her lips softening against his.

But reality soon intruded, and Stacy gently pulled away. “Dad, I need to get ready. I have to meet Dr. Brenda at the hospital,” she said, her voice laced with a sense of duty and urgency.

Mark’s eyes widened, and he reached for her hand. “I’ll get ready too, baby. We can go together. I want to be there for you,” he offered, his voice filled with concern and a need to protect her.

Stacy shook her head, her heart aching at the thought of excluding her father. “No, Dad. Dr. Brenda specifically asked for me to come alone. It’s a private matter, something I need to handle myself,” she explained, her eyes pleading for his understanding.

Mark’s expression shifted, his brows knitting together in a mix of hurt and anger. “Why can’t I come with you? I want to see your mother. Is there something you’re not telling me, baby? Are you keeping secrets?” His voice carried a hint of accusation, his insecurities rising to the surface.

Stacy’s could pain in his eyes. “I need to get ready, Dad,” she said softly.

Without waiting for a response, Stacy retreated to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her. She leaned against it, her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to gather her thoughts. But Mark’s voice, laced with pain and suspicion, echoed through the door.

“Are you cheating on me, Stacy? Is there someone else you’d rather be with?” Mark’s voice was raw, his words cutting through her like a knife.

Stacy’s heart was heavy with the weight of her father’s pain. She had witnessed the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, a result of her mother’s infidelity, and her own actions had only added to his suffering. Stacy’s conscience was plagued by the thought of how much she had destroyed her father, and she was determined to reassure him of her loyalty. With a resolute step, she opened the bathroom door and let Mark in, her gaze locking with his, conveying the depth of her emotions in a silent plea.

Without a word, Stacy pulled Mark into a tight embrace, her lips finding him in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss of love, of longing, and a promise to never cause him pain again. Mark, taken aback by her sudden display of affection, hesitated for a moment, but the tenderness in her kiss melted his resistance. He responded, his lips softening against hers, their tongues intertwining in a dance of reassurance.

Stacy pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Mark’s, her own glistening with unshed tears. “Daddy, I will never betray you, ever” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’d rather die than cause you such pain again. You have to believe me.”

Mark’s eyes reflected the pain and doubt she had seen earlier, and he opened his mouth to speak, his voice breaking as he struggled to find the right words. “But your mother—”

Stacy gently placed her fingers on his lips, silencing him. “She regrets every second of her betrayal, Dad,” she assured him, her voice steady and filled with conviction. “Mom is willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. She loves you, and she will prove it.”

Before Mark could respond, Stacy kissed him again, pouring all her love and reassurance into the act. Their kiss was not one of passion, but a declaration of their bond, a promise of loyalty and devotion. As their lips parted, they moved with unspoken passion towards the shower, shedding their clothes in a silent understanding. After their deep, soul-stirring kiss, Mark slowly knelt down on the bathroom floor, his eyes never leaving Stacy’s. He lifted one of her legs and placed it gently on his shoulder, exposing her pussy. Stacy’s cheeks flushed with a mix of desire and embarrassment as she realized she hadn’t cleaned herself after their passionate night together.

“Dad, I’m still ... dirty down there,” she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of sheepishness. But Mark, driven by his desire to pleasure her, ignored her words. He pushed his face into her entrance of her pussy, his tongue seeking to bring her the pleasure she craved.

Mark’s tongue delved into her folds, licking and sucking, cleaning her with a passion that set Stacy’s body ablaze. He explored her sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling her labia, eliciting moans of pleasure that echoed off the bathroom walls. Stacy’s body trembled with the intensity of his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Oh, Daddy ... yes ... lick me clean,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Mark’s tongue probed deeper, his mouth devouring her essence, and Stacy’s hips began to move in rhythm with his licks, pushing her core against his face. Stacy held Mark’s head gently, her fingers entwined in his hair, as he continued to lavish attention on her sensitive bud. His licks and sucks became more vigorous, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Stacy’s moans grew louder, her voice filling the bathroom as her climax built to a crescendo.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum,” she cried out, her body trembling on the edge of release. Mark’s tongue worked her clit with expert precision, and Stacy’s orgasm exploded, her pussy contracting around his tongue, her juices flowing freely.

Mark lapped up every drop of her arousal, his tongue cleaning her thoroughly, his face glistening with her juices. He got up and kissed her deeply, their saliva mingling with the taste of her arousal, an intimate exchange that heightened their desire.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Stacy pleaded, her voice laced with need. “Take me hard.”

Mark didn’t need further encouragement. He turned Stacy around, her back pressing against his chest, and guided her hands to the wall for support. With one smooth motion, he entered her, his cock sliding deep into her wet, welcoming core.

Stacy gasped as she felt the fullness of her father’s cock, her body trembling with the sensation of being stretched and filled. Mark began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one a declaration of his love and desire.

“I love you, Daddy,” Stacy whispered, her voice breathless. “I should have saved myself for you.”

Mark quickened his pace, his cock plunging in and out of her tight sheath. “You’re mine, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with passion. “And I’ll make sure you feel it.”

Stacy smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that so, Daddy? Then fuck me like I’m virgin. Claim me as yours.”

Her words ignited a fire within Mark, and he complied with fervor. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers kneading and twisting her sensitive nipples, while his cock pounded into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Stacy’s moans filled the bathroom, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm building.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” Mark groaned, his voice strained as he neared his peak.

“Yes, Daddy, fill me,” Stacy begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel your seed deep inside me.”

With a primal grunt, Mark emptied himself into her, his cock throbbing as he released a powerful load of cum, filling Stacy’s core to the brim. Stacy’s body shuddered with her own climax, her pussy milking her father’s cock, drawing every drop of his essence into her.

They remained locked together, their hearts pounding in unison, as the aftermath of their passion washed over them. Stacy didn’t think of the consequences, of the possibility of pregnancy, as her mind was consumed by the intensity of their connection. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love and desire they shared, a bond that defied societal norms.

“I love you daddy,” Stacy whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “And I’m yours.”

Mark’s heart swelled with love and desire, and he held her close, their bodies still entwined in passion.