Chapter 2

I close my eyes as the door opens and I can smell his woodsy cologne that he wears everyday. His breathing becomes a little ragged as he closes the door behind him and I can sense him getting closer to my bed. The blanket is slowly pulled away from my body and I find it hard to control my breathing.

I feel daddy’s fingers on my body for the first time as he caresses my small tits and let out a sigh as tingling sensations fill my body. Daddy pulls his hand back and I reach out for him. My eyes open and he has a look of shock on his face, but doesn’t pull back any further.

I press his hands to my hard nipples as I say, “Stay with me, daddy.”

Daddy shakes his head as he tries to avoid looking at my face. “I’m sorry, Nora. I shouldn’t be in here.”

I release his hands as I sit up and speak with a voice filled with desire. “It’s alright, daddy. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

His blue eyes meet mine as he speaks defensively. “Yes, Nora, I have. I shouldn’t be in here with you. Not like this.” Daddy’s head turns away as he continues, “This is all wrong.”

I reach out and pull his face back to mine and wait until our blue eyes settle. “No, daddy, it isn’t. I don’t care that you’re my daddy and you shouldn’t care that I’m your daughter. We want each other and all the other bullshit doesn’t matter.”

His voice is filled with confusion as he fights himself. “I can’t stay here. I’m sorry.”

He takes a step back and my eyes move down his powerful body to one of the few parts of daddy I’ve never seen, at least not like this. Daddy’s fully erect and he’s so much bigger than I ever thought possible. His dick has to be at least 8” and the girth is more than should be possible for any man.

Some of his precum is pressing out of the tip and I grin at what I see. I may not have a lot of experience, but I don’t need it to know I want daddy even more after seeing his pale wonder and the signs before me show the truth of how he feels about me.

My hands reach out for his massive shaft as I say, “Your dick says otherwise.”

His head drops as he takes another step back and I feel him drip a little onto my hand. “You’re my daughter.”

I smile warmly as I respond to his challenge. “And you’re my daddy. I don’t give a fuck about that shit and neither do you.” His lips part as he makes an attempt to say something to get me to stop, but I won’t give him the chance. “You’ve been coming in here for months and staring at my body even longer.”

His blue eyes search for something to cling to. “What about your mother?”

I shake my head as I smile a little wider. “What about her?”

There’s an internal battle within him that grows as he digs a little further. “She’d never forgive me.”