She was my daughter. No DNA test required, no proof necessary. My heart knew she was mine.
And she was so smart, so kind, so... perfect. She'd use her "magic"to comfort someone in pain, worry about a lonely neighbor, eagerly share her toys and drawings... Anna had raised her well.
Thinking of Anna...
My body tensed up instantly.
Seeing her at the pool that afternoon, I nearly lost control.
That black one-piece swimsuit was clinging to her body, outlining those curves that haunted my dreams. Even the most conservative style couldn't hide her stunning figure—her slim waist, the graceful curve of her hips, those long legs...
Memories from five years ago flooded back—her soft skin, her moans, the way she trembled beneath me...
And that kiss.
In the lounge area, when I kissed her, her response was so passionate, so desperate. Five years apart hadn't weakened the attraction between us; it had only made it stronger.
I could feel her body shiver under my touch, hear her muffled moans...
Damn.
My hand moved to my belt without thinking, unbuckling my pants.
The office was deserted; no one would see.
I freed my cock from my boxers, already half-hard just from the thoughts swirling in my head. It had been five years of casual encounters, women who satisfied the physical urge, but nothing like this raw, uncontrollable desire. This was different—primal, all-consuming, like Anna had embedded herself deep under my skin and refused to let go. My dick throbbed in my grip, swelling thicker as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly at first. The skin was hot, veins pulsing beneath my palm, the head already leaking a drop of precum that I smeared down the shaft with my thumb.
I closed my eyes, imagining it was her hand instead—Anna's slender fingers curling around me, teasing with that confident touch she had, like she knew exactly how to drive me insane. In my mind, she was right there, her eyes locked on mine, lips parted in that seductive way. "Alexander," she'd whisper, her voice husky, asshe pumped me steadily, her grip firm yet gentle, sliding up and down my length. I could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the way her thumb would circle the tip, making my cock twitch and harden even more, growing rigid and heavy in her hold. It felt so real—the ache building in my balls, the shaft straining against her imaginary fingers, slick with my arousal.
God, I needed more. My strokes quickened, rougher now, as the fantasy evolved. I pictured her straddling me, right here in this chair, her thighs spreading over mine, that black swimsuit peeled away, revealing her naked body. She'd lower herself onto me, guiding my cock to her entrance, wet and ready. In my head, she sank down slowly, inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me, squeezing around my dick like a vise. I groaned low, my hand mimicking the motion, fisting myself harder, faster, feeling the veins bulge under my grip as my cock pulsed with need. Her breasts would bounce as she rode me, her hips grinding down, taking me deep. I'd feel every ridge of her walls clenching around my shaft, pulling me in, her juices coating me, making everything slick and hot. My thumb rubbed over the sensitive underside, imagining it was her body rocking against me, her moans filling the air. "Fuck, Anna," I muttered, my voice rough in the empty room, as my dick throbbed harder, the head flushing dark with blood, precum dripping steadily now.
The image grew more vivid—she'd slide off my lap, dropping to her knees between my legs, her eyes hungry as she looked up at me. Her lips would part, tongue flicking out to taste the tip, swirling around the swollen head before taking me into her mouth. I imagined the wet heat of her sucking me in, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, tongue pressing along the underside, teasing the slit. My hand moved in sync, stroking from base to tip, squeezing just right to mimic her mouth's suction. She'd take me deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, her hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently while her lips stretched around my girth. My cock would throb in her throat, the shaft glistening with her saliva, veins standing out as she worked me over, humming vibrations that shot straight to my core. I'd tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm, feeling thebuildup, the way my dick swelled even thicker in her mouth, the head bumping the back of her throat with each thrust.
My pace accelerated, hand flying over my length now, slick sounds echoing in the office as I jerked myself off. My hips bucked up involuntarily, thrusting into my fist, imagining pounding into her—first her mouth, then flipping her over, slamming into her pussy from behind. She'd cry out, her body arching, taking every inch as I drove deep, my cock buried to the hilt, stretching her, filling her completely. The fantasy blurred—her riding me again, her walls fluttering around my shaft, milking me as she neared the edge. "Alexander!" she'd scream, her voice breaking as she came, her body shuddering, pussy clenching tight around my dick in waves of ecstasy. That pushed me over—my balls tightened, a rush of heat surging through me. I groaned loudly, hips jerking up one last time as I exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting from my cock, splattering over my hand and shirt. My dick pulsed in my grip, spurting again and again, the release hitting hard, leaving me breathless, muscles clenching as the orgasm tore through me.
I slumped in the chair, panting heavily. That long-forgotten satisfaction flooded my chest, leaving me exhausted yet strangely calm. My cock softened gradually, still slick with traces of cum; I wiped it clean with tissues, zipped up my pants, but the emptiness soon gave way to a sharper craving.
I needed her. Not just physically, but emotionally. I needed Anna, needed Sofia, needed a complete family.
And I wouldn't let them slip away from me again.
The next morning, as I stepped out of the house on my way to the office, I heard hurried footsteps from next door.
I turned and saw Anna rushing out, cradling Sofia in her arms.
Even from afar, I could tell something was off—Sofia's face was flushed an unnatural red, her whole body limp against Anna's chest.
Anna's hair was disheveled, her sleepwear hastily covered by a coat, clearly just rolled out of bed. Panic etched her face.
"Damn, damn..." I heard her muttering to herself. "Where are the keys?The car keys?"
She rummaged through her bag, while Sofia coughed weakly in her arms.
I rushed over.
"Anna, what's wrong?"
She looked up at me, her eyes flashing a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and something like relief.
