The sultry summer night had the sleepy girl stirring awake, her body awash in unfamiliar sensations. Her father’s large, calloused hands caressed her silky skin as she lay entangled in the comforting warmth of her bedsheets. In the shadows cast by the moon’s glow filtering through her curtains, his dark complexion stood out in stark contrast against her ivory flesh. He pressed a finger to his lips, shushing her as she started to protest groggily.

“Shhh, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you,” he rumbled lowly in that gruff baritone she’d grown accustomed to. His hands continued their sensual journey, sliding beneath her thin nightshirt to cup and knead the pert mounds of her developing breasts. She gasped sharply as he rolled her pebbled nipples between thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

He tugged the nightshirt over her head, baring her nubile body to his ravenous gaze. A large hand cradled one of her budding tits, massaging the supple flesh. His fingers played with the sensitive peak, plucking at it until it strained towards him. She mewled softly, arching into his touch as the coil of heat wound tighter inside her.

Next, his hands slid down her flat stomach to the waistband of her cotton panties. He hooked a finger into them, brushing against the damp curls above her untouched sex. She bucked her hips reflexively, letting out a breathy moan as his finger grazed her swollen clit. The faint scent of her arousal filled the air as his fingers delved between her slick folds, stroking the delicate flesh.

“Daddy, I ... I’ve never...” she gasped out, unsure if she should continue. But the dark hunger burning in his eyes as he gazed down at her nubile form made her quiver with anticipation.