Chapter 13: Sleepy Half-Awake Use

The house had gone quiet hours ago, but the ache between my thighs refused to let me sleep. I lay naked in my bed after the long day—road head in the truck, that risky driveway ride where Dad flooded me while Mom’s shadow moved behind the kitchen curtain, his fresh load still warm and heavy inside me. The sundress was crumpled on the floor; the faint sticky trails on my inner thighs had dried into a secret crust that made every shift of my legs send a low throb straight to my clit. Dad had been texting me teasing promises all evening while Mom watched her show downstairs—little messages that made my pussy flutter even as I pretended to scroll my phone: Can’t stop thinking about how full you felt today, babygirl. Tonight I’m taking what’s mine again.

I finally drifted off around midnight, the sheet kicked down to my waist, one leg bent, completely exposed in the dark. The air was warm, the house still carrying that faint garage-grease-and-cologne scent that was pure Daddy. My breathing slowed, body heavy with exhaustion and the constant low hum of freeuse addiction.

At 3 a.m. the bed dipped.

I registered it through the haze of sleep—mattress shifting, a solid warmth sliding in behind me. Spooning. His broad chest pressed to my back, salt-and-pepper stubble grazing my shoulder, one heavy arm draping over my waist. His cock—already rock-hard, thick and hot—rubbed slow and deliberate against the curve of my ass, sliding through the cleft like he was savoring the moment before claiming.

“Shhh, babygirl,” he whispered against my ear, voice rough with sleep and need. “Daddy just needs you. Stay right there ... let me take what’s mine.”

I was still half-asleep, eyelids heavy, body limp and pliant. His hand slid down, thick fingers parting my thighs gently, finding me already slick from the driveway creampie and fresh arousal. He rubbed his cockhead through my folds once, twice, coating himself in the messy mix, then lined up and pushed in raw—slow, relentless, inch by burning inch. The stretch woke me in hazy waves: first the blunt pressure at my entrance, then the deep glide as he sank home, churning through the remnants of his earlier load until his hips settled flush against my ass.