Darling Daddy Dearest
Copyright© 2025 by R.R. Ryan
Chapter 7: Intimate Moments
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7: Intimate Moments - The sweetest Fruit is always Forbidden! In a world where boundaries blur and desires ignite, Carol Ann is entangled in a complex web of passion. Amidst the throes of a forbidden desires with the man she adores—her father, Edward—their love becomes a dangerous dance of seduction and manipulation. As Carol Ann weaves her intricate schemes to bind Edward to her forever, their flames of passion threaten to consume them whole.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Incest Father Daughter Spanking Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
Edward’s Private Journal
More than a month has passed since Carol Ann and I first made love. Looking back, I had fought my true feelings for my daughter since her mother left me. Having gone through 25 to 30 women a year in those two years, I’d lost count of those I’d fucked. When Debra, my ex-wife, and I were first married, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
But I always had a wandering eye and hungry cock. The cheating began before we married. I should’ve known from the get-go that she wasn’t my soulmate. And of course, part of me did. Shortly after Deb ran off with her 22-year-old boyfriend, Carol Ann and I had our road trip summer, we became close as thieves.
That summer, I started dreaming of her in very un-daddy-like ways. We’d always been close, but our relationship deepened, and our bond strengthened. Strong enough when I fucked a woman, the guilt had a cheating vib.
I have had sex or dated another woman since a month before our basketball foray. Other than when she’s on her period, we make love every night. The first time in life I ever made love to a woman who was my loving daughter. Out of an abundance of caution, she’s on birth control.
I’m under no illusion of ever admitting our relationship. So, I told Carol Ann that if we want a child, she’ll have to do the unthinkable. She’ll must find a man to marry, and Carol Ann will have to fuck him. The thought of that makes us both uncomfortable. But if we are going to have children, she must have a beard for our relationship.
We’ve put the thought out of mind for now. First, Carol Ann will get her business degree. Then, Carol Ann will work for me and later become my partner in the business. She landed on architecture for her degree.
Honestly, I’m proud of my Baby-girl. It’s another Saturday morning when she comes downstairs a beautiful feline outline tugging at my heart, mind, and cock with her loving flirtations.
Let me be clear, this isn’t about the sex, our lovemaking, the expression of mutual love.
Carol Ann’s short skirt flirted around her thighs as she slipped into the living room, the pink of it a blush against the softly lit shadows. It was far too warm and intimate, and everything seemed dangerous. I watched her linger near the doorway, feigning uncertainty, her legs’ sweet, slender curves led my eyes upward.
“Morning, Baby-girl,” I said, spreading out on the couch, patting my lap instead of the seat.
Her smile was sugary heat as she stepped closer.
“What do you feel like doing today?” she asked, her voice as tempting as her red hair and tight, tiny shirt.
I noticed how the soft light made a halo of her, the green of her eyes, dangerous little jewels as they surveyed my reaction.
“Just sitting here looking at you.”
Her laugh rippled through me, soft and sweet. She came closer, her black Lolita, lacy stockings, intricate pattern made her legs impossibly long. Each movement purposeful, filled with sweet insolence. Her bare midriff smooth and taut, the delicate translucent silk shirt did nothing to hide the firmness of her small breasts. Her nipples, already hard signposts, dangerous curves below.
“Did you wear that just for me?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.
“Perhaps. Or could be, I’m dressed to tease you.”
I spread my arms across the back of the couch, leaned back, and drank her in.
“Well, it worked.” Her scent, light and floral, drifted to me as she stood over my lap.
“Are we just going to stay here all day?” she asked, her voice a sultry tease. Her finger traced along the edge of her skirt, pulling it just a little higher.
“I wouldn’t mind. Sweetie, Baby-girl, why don’t you come a little closer?”
She bit her lip, an indulgent pause, before she straddled my legs and sat down. I felt the softness of her body yield against my chest. My daughter’s heat, so close and immediate, it took my breath away. Nestled into me.
“There, much better.” Resting my chin on her shoulder. The fabric of her skirt rode up as she squirmed to get comfortable.
“Comfy?” she asked, settling against me, her hair tickling my cheek.
“You have no idea.” Slipping my arms around her waist. She leaned back, fully relaxed against me, and I could feel the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the rise and fall of her ribs.
“We should go out later, do something fun.” Her voice was light, casual.
“Like what?” I asked, letting my hands drift to the edge of propriety, where they rested on the bare skin of her thighs.
She wiggled a bit, playfully, pressing against me, as if to remind me of her presence.
“The movies. Maybe bowling,” she said.
“Maybe we could just stay in.” Kissing the back of her ear and neck.
I felt her smile even though I couldn’t see it, and then she twisted in my arms, turning to face me, legs curled up and her weight deliciously light in my lap.
“Kiss me, Daddy.” Carol Ann’s voice a soft, desperate whisper, a simple request that came out like a taunt.
“Just one?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, and I moved my face closer to hers.
Her answer was a giggle quickly stifled as I caught her lips with mine. She tasted sweet, minty fresh, and something darker beneath the flavor spoke of forbidden things. Her lips parted, and the wet heat of her tongue slipped against mine.
I pulled her tighter, the kiss stretching out into something that seemed to gather weight and urgency. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulled me closer, her whole body arching against me. She made a little sound in the back of her throat, a needy whimper that sent a jolt through me.
She tasted so good, each kiss, and we’re falling deeper into a secret we couldn’t come back from. I heard our breath mingling, turning heavier, turning into something else.
Her nails scraped lightly against my neck as she moved. Turning more fully to face me, we twisted into an embrace. Her skirt had inched up high, nearly forgotten in the intensity of the moment, and the softness of her caresses me through thin cotton as she pressed down on me.
“God, Baby-girl.” Pulling back for breath, exploring her eyes, seeing my need reflected there.
She said nothing, just closed the distance again, lips insistent, mouth hungry against mine.
I let the kiss linger, letting her body move over mine, a fire that consumed. Then I broke away, turned my attention to her neck, soft kisses trailing down, drawing new sounds from her lips. My hands moved, no longer making believe she was innocent. Caressing the delicate skin of her thighs where her stockings ended.
“You’re perfect.” My breath on her neck, a hot tease.
“Ditto.” Baby-girl quivered, the intensity between us a fever. She squirmed, and my erection pressed hard against her. Her skirt was nothing, not even in the way.
“Need me to take care of it again?” she asked, voice heavy with want.
I nodded, a slow and deliberate answer, making sure she knew just how badly I needed her.
“If you don’t mind.” Pulling her close, feeling her soft curves against me.
“Mind, no Daddy-kins, I never mind.” Her breath caught, and her words came out shaky. Her cheeks were flushed, bright and yearning, and she bit her lip, half teasing, half filled with urgency. I kissed her again, hard, a promise, before I loosened my grip on her.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Take care of Daddy.”
The words seemed to ignite her. She slid off my lap with a sinuous grace, her green eyes never leaving mine. I watched as she settled on her knees between my outstretched legs, the fabric of her skirt hitched high around her hips, a bright band of pink against her pale skin.
I ran my fingers through her hair, tangled them in the red strands. The carpet was thick and plush, but I knew it was marked by her bare knees’ impressions. Likewise, she’d feel her own marks later, each fiber pattern pressed into her flesh a reminder of this moment, at least for a short while.
She looked up at me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, full of mischief and intent. “Comfy?” she asked, echoing my previous words, her voice a seductive tease.
“Not yet.” The anticipation built in my body, almost too much to bear.
I let go of her hair, my hand brushing down the line of her cheek. Tracing the outline of her lips. She parted them, flicked her tongue out, a gesture so innocent and obscene I throbbed against the denim.
Carol Ann’s hands went to the button of my jeans, small fingers working with a precision that spoke of experience gained in the past months. My daughter’s smile widened as she felt the thickness beneath the fabric and grasped how ready I was for her. Quite literally gasped my eagerness, slowly rubbing it.
“Remember how much I enjoy this. How much I love you.” My voice was raw, barely controlled.
Her answer was a quickening of her breath, her chest rising and falling, those small tits just begging to be touched. Her entire body was alive with it, with us. She worked the button open, the zipper, the sharp sound of metal on metal, a little stream of breaking glass in the quiet room.
She undid my belt with infuriating patience, each second like a slow torture, a slow burn, her eyes wide and green and sinful. Then she pulled my pants down, grinned at the sight of me, at how hard I was for her.
When she pulled the denim down, the head of my cock sprang free, slick with my need for her. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Studying the heat in her eyes as she eyed me, all of me. Hungry eyes needing to consume.
“All for me and only me?” she asked, fingers tight around my shaft.
“Every inch.” I barely got the words out. She spat on the tip, spit that felt dirty and slick and so fucking enjoyable, then took me in her mouth.
“Yeah! Just like that, baby girl.” Raw, lusty heat coursed through me as she sucked me deep.
Her fingers wrapped around my length, delicate and perfect, and I felt the world narrow down to just that touch. She was so fucking good at this, at making me want her so much I couldn’t stand it. I had to close my eyes, just for a second, to keep from coming right there, right then.
“God, Carol Ann.” The words came out more of a groan, more of a plea.
I opened my eyes, saw her on her knees for me, all tight teen body and burning want. And I recognized she had me right where she wanted me. Her grip on my cock was firm, insistent, and she pumped me slowly, making every stroke count, an impossibility to think of anything else. Her soft hands made love to my prick.
The carpet was rough on her bare skin, but she didn’t care. Her focus was on me, this, and the promise she’d made with that wicked, loving smile.
My hips bucked, only a little, matching her rhythm. Dear God, how close I was, how much I needed her mouth on me.
“I love watching you like this. You know that, right?” My hand back in her hair, guiding but never forcing.
She nodded, her eyes locked with mine, the intensity of it almost too much. My whole body tensed with need, with her, with the delicious pressure building, building, building.
I gaped at her, helpless under her spell. The inevitability of it all, she wouldn’t stop until she’d given me everything I desired and demanded until I’d given her everything I had.
The anticipation burned hot in my veins, and I was more than ready for her to put out the fire she’d lit inside me.
I watched the red halo of her hair as she worked her mouth over me, taking more, taking it slow, driving me wild. Her lips glided along my length, and I groaned as she picked up the pace, each movement drawing me closer to the brink.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, the connection raw and electric, the curve of her lips knowing and full of mischief. She let me see everything I was doing to her, the intensity of her own need, how wet it made her to have me like this.
I tangled my hands in her hair, not guiding but holding on for dear life as she brought me closer and closer, the heat and the wetness of her mouth sending shivers up my spine.
I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop the dirty words that spilled out.
“God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I said, and she answered by taking me deeper, by making it impossible to think of anything but her.
The anticipation coiled tight inside me, and I could feel her own want building, could see it in the flush of her cheeks, the tension in her tight teen body.
When she finally pulled back, her breath coming fast and hot against my skin, I knew she couldn’t wait much longer. I knew because I felt the same. After all, my entire world was narrowed down to this, to us.
She stood, a quick, graceful motion, and pulled her thong down, revealing the wet heat I’d felt through the fabric. She handed it to me, a teasing gesture that spoke of promises and need. The fabric was soaked, and it made me throb even harder, knowing how much she’d wanted this, wanted me.
“Do it.” A plea, a command, holding the thong in my fist, not letting go.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling me, and I felt the heat of her before she even moved. It made my breath catch, made my vision blur with desire.
She lowered herself onto my cock, slow at first, feeling every inch, making sure I did too. I let out a shuddering breath, filled my hands with the tight, perfect curves of her ass. “Fuck,” I said, my voice gone, lost, overwhelmed by her.
She rode me with wild abandon, her small tits bouncing, her body so fucking alive on top of mine. Each thrust, each movement was a jolt of pure electricity, and I let my finger tease her other hole, watching her eyes widen as I did.
Her breath was a ragged chorus with mine, and I sensed it coming, the tension building, building, until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
I came hard, a sudden rush of warmth and release that left me weak and panting beneath. Kissing my ear, she whispered.
“What else you wanna do, Edward?”
“Breakfast, shopping, a nice lunch at Cole’s, two French Dips, followed by a matinee.”
“I love French,” she said. Holding my face with her hands, she planted her lips on mine and kissed, tongues tangling in a wrestling match with nary a loser.
“Let’s go someplace that’s never crowded sit under the projection booth all the way back in the balcony and have a good fuck.”
Cole’s Restaurant
Later that day
The noon rush was over. We were in the big wraparound booth tucked away in a corner at Cole’s. A strand of Carol Ann’s hair fell in her eyes as she fed me the first bite of French Dip. A decadent bite of bread as soft as her skin. Dripping with the au jus and grazing my lips. I nipped at her fingers. A naughty, wicked, sentimental thrill that pleased her. Her feet were in my lap, hidden by the dark burgundy leather booth in a darkish room.
Cole’s was the perfect place for us. We waited until after the noon rush and had most of the place to ourselves. Astonishing sensations enveloped me as my daughter’s toes tapped secret signals, setting my mind loose and hungry. It felt dangerous and delicious, playacting we were some unknown lovers figuring out our plans for the afternoon. Though thinking on it, we were that and so much more. What with our secret and all.
I wiped the juice off her chin.
“Make it a matinee?” she asked, small hand sneaking across the table, squeezing. She took a bite, lips parting, inviting me to watch.
“Or two? The longer the better.” I pulled her hand to my mouth, tasting the warm salt of her skin, the gravy-like juice from the sandwich.
Carol Ann chuckled, but it came out more as a purring giggle. She brushed her hair back, eyes sparkling with emerald fire, the same color as the napkins that littered our table. The candlelight wavered and danced, giving us cover. We played at being a couple, and we played it so well it was the truth.
Her feet explored beneath the table. The love of my life’s soft toes inched higher, sparking heat in my veins. I fought to keep myself in check. But she made it so damn hard. leaning over the table, whispered breathy secrets about which theater might be empty. How many dark rows we could’ve had all to ourselves. Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her words, almost a kiss. I pressed my mouth to hers. Forgetting where we were, or remembering but not caring.
“Everyone’s watching,” she said, amused.
“Do you care?”
“Not even a little, darling Daddy.” Carol Ann grinned, foot sliding dangerously up my leg.
I groaned, almost spilling my drink. I caught the server sneaking glances, eyes saying What the hell? While they passed by, the staff feigned not to notice us in are kisses and hugs. We had them guessing, and they weren’t wrong, not quite right either. I smiled like the sinful bastard I was, positive I had their stories beat.