Chapter 8

I stood opposite Allie across the kitchen island, waiting for her to yell at me. To scream. To tell me I was a horrible man. To hate me. I deserved it.

Amy had left for another event. Shortly after leaving, Allie had emerged from her room. She was in her usual slip dress. She hadn’t said a word, simply standing silently there. I had tried to say something, but each time I opened my mouth, the words died. We’d stood there for ten minutes, neither of us speaking, not meeting each other’s eyes.

Finally, Allie spoke.

“Daquiri.”

“Uh, what?”

She hadn’t looked at me.

“Daquiri.”

“I, baby, uh, I don’t ... Okay.”

The only sound in the kitchen was the clinking of metallic utensils. She pushed the bottle of rum back at me when I set it down. I hesitated but added another shot. I shook and poured the drinks. She grabbed one and downed it quickly. I followed suit, draining the sweet drink, but barely tasting it.

“Another.”

“Baby, no. Please, let’s talk. I’m so—”

She finally looked up, her eyes red and puffy. Tears clung in her eyes, not quite falling yet.

“Another.”

I could only nod and make another.

She drank that one too, before resting her elbows on the counter, covering her eyes, and sobbing. I wanted to rush to her, to gather her into my arms, to comfort her. But I couldn’t. I had done this. It was all my fault. I could only hang my head in shame.

“Why?” she asked, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

I didn’t have an answer. I could only hang my head lower.

“Daddy, why? Why her?”

I rested my forehead in my palm, shaking my head.

“Why, daddy? Don’t you love us? Don’t you love me?”

“I’m ... I’m sorry.”

“Please daddy. Just tell me.”

“I ... I don’t know.”

“Do you love her? More than me?”

“Baby, no, it’s not like that. I love you so much. I—”

“Then why?!” she screamed.

I backed up at the anger and hurt in her voice. I couldn’t meet her eyes. I deserved this.

“Tell me!”

She rounded the island. She pushed me, both palms against my chest. I staggered back, still unable to look her in the eyes.

“Is it her tits? Huh?” She shoved me again. “Is it the sex? Do you like fucking her?” She shoved me again, and all I could do was back up. “Is that it? You needed another hole to warm you?”

I fell back onto the couch. The same couch we had cuddled on not two nights ago. I finally looked up at her. Anger, fear, fury, grief, it all played across her tear-streaked face.

“Isn’t mom enough? Aren’t I enough?”

She straddled me, raining fists onto my chest. I let her hit me. I deserved it.

“Don’t you love me? Aren’t I enough?”

The blows ceased, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled herself tight against me, crying. She hiccupped, having run out of steam. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight. Hot tears fell on my cheek.

“Is that all you need? A warm hole?”

“I’m sorry, Allie. I’m so sorry.”

She kissed my cheek softly, where the tears had fallen.

“Would you stay? With me? If you had another warm hole?”

She kissed my cheek again.

“I could be your warm hole, daddy.”

She kissed my lips, her tongue hesitantly darting out. My eyes widened in shock.

I tried to pull my head back, but her arms were wrapped around me, and she pulled my head closer again, her tongue diving into my mouth. She found my tongue, running hers along mine even as I tried to push her off. She locked her legs around me, pressing her body completely against me.

She rocked against me, her tongue exploring my mouth. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was her vulnerability, maybe it was those blue eyes that blazed with desperation, but my tongue met hers. She moaned as I kissed her back. My hands wrapped around her pert bottom, pulling her harder into my lap.

She gasped for air as she ground her hips against me.

“Do you love me, daddy?” Her fingers were on my shirt buttons, deftly undoing them.

“Of course, baby.”

“Do you love me more than her?” She unzipped my pants, grasping my cock.

“Of course, I love you more.”

“You won’t leave me? You’ll stay with me?” She pulled her slip off over her head. My mouth hung open at the sight of her perfect teenage body. Large breasts stood high and proud, pink nipples poking out just begging to be sucked. Not an ounce of fat on her slim waist, and a neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair leading her to pussy.

“I love you, daddy. You can use me however you want. Just stay with me.”

She dove her tongue into my mouth again. I reached up, grasping her breasts and squeezing them. She moaned as I massaged them and rubbed her nipples.

I groaned as she dragged the wet folds of her pussy along my shaft. Some part of me still hesitated, knowing that what I was doing was wrong. She was my daughter. She was my precious girl. I couldn’t do this.

She gazed into my eyes again, those burning blue eyes boring into me. She held me there, every breath she took was mine. Her body moved, but her eyes remained. She raised her hips, wiggling them over my cock, wetting the head. Time slowed as she sank onto my cock. Her lips parted, her eyes widened, she moaned as the head slipped into her tunnel. She stared into my eyes as her pussy convulsed over me. I was lost in her eyes.

I groaned as her unbelievable tightness sucked me in. Her brow furrowed at times, but her hips never stopped moving. Deeper and deeper I sank, well past where Amy could take me. I stared in wonder as my little girl took me to the hilt, resting her tight ass on my lap. She moaned in rhythm as her pussy pulsed over me.

“How is it, daddy? Do you like it?”

I gurgled something before swallowing and trying again. “It’s amazing, baby.”

“You’re the first one inside me, daddy.” She hugged me tight, her mouth beside my ear. “You’ll always be my first. I love you.”

I shuddered and gasped as she rolled her hips. Her movements rubbed every inch of my cock. She was so wet, she drooled all over my balls. I grunted and pushed back with my hips, exploring every inch of her tight tunnel.

“Am I better than her?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Am I better than mom?”

“God, so much deeper.”

“You can have me anytime, daddy. I want you in me. Just love me.”

I lost track of time as we coupled on the couch. I sucked and licked her tits, squeezed her ass and ground her down onto me, I explored her mouth and every inch of her. Every bit of her was mine. I roared as I unloaded into her, her tunnel clamping down on me as she screamed in orgasm. Our tongues met as I sprayed her insides, painting her womb white with more cum than I thought possible. On and on it went, mind-bending pleasure coursing through me, until finally, we lay panting in each other’s arms.