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She takes more as I unload, her glassy eyes proving it as she struggles to keep it all in her mouth, and my heart nearly beats right out of my fucking chest with pride.

I’ve called her my daughter for so long. In my perverse mind, shouldn’t I be the one to teach her, take her, and empty my balls inside her whenever and however I want?

What man would know her or take better care of her than me?

None.

And no man will ever get the fucking chance.

Chapter Seven

Reuben

“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I pat her head and finally withdraw.

When my cock pulls out beyond her swollen lips, she slumps down, a panting mess of sweat, effort, and spit, with cum all over her face and chest.

But I’m not done. I drag her from her feet on shaky legs, easing her pliant body down on the bed, tits up.

I lean in and suck one of her elongated nipples into my mouth, savoring the sigh she releases and how her hands cling to my shoulders.

“Daddy, that’s nice. But it’s making that feeling get worse.”

“That so?” I mumble around a mouth full of her tit. “Reach down and tell me if that special clit of yours is alllong and swollen like these nipples. Give it a pinch, but don’t rub it, just pinch it while I suck on these for a minute.”

The weight of one hand leaves my shoulder as I suckle and draw her nipple to the back of my throat, sinking my teeth into the taut flesh, making her cry out as I mark her as mine. I’ll be doing so again in short order, ravaging her virginity until her blood spills on my cock and I plant a hot load of baby-making spunk deep in her soft, fertile belly.

“It’s long. Like it gets when I feel wet and achy, but even more now, Daddy. Is that okay?” Her voice takes on that sweet insecurity that I shouldn’t love, but I do, because it means she needs me.

We are family, and we always will be. I want her to need me. Not just now, not just as she has in the past, but always. Fucking always. I will be the one person she can’t live without.

Her body twitches and bucks as she does as she’s told, pinching that inch-long clit of hers as I swap nipples, giving the other one equal attention before popping it out of my mouth and hovering over her face.

Anticipation and curiosity light her eyes.

“I want you to kiss me like a grown-up, princess. Not the kind of kisses we’ve had in the past, on the cheek, or a peck on the lips. I want you to give Daddy a big girl kiss. Don’t be scared. It’s okay. Daddy loves you.”

I bring my lips to hers, sliding a hand behind her neck, thrusting my tongue forward, tasting her sweetness in a new way.

Her tongue retreats, and I put a solid grip on the backof her head, holding her steady as I withdraw just enough to speak.

“Be a big girl, and kiss me right. Push your tongue into my mouth.”

Her compliance comes with a moan and a shiver, but soon our tongues are doing battle as she rakes her nails down my biceps, her body twisting and bucking.

I pull back, both of us panting. My head spins. I know I should stop. That’s enough for now, I tell myself, but my primal systems are in charge, and I’m taking this all the way to the finish line.

I throw myself over her on the bed, rolling and settling my back against the pillows on the headboard as I crook my finger.

“Lap time,” I snarl as I reach for her hand, tugging her upward before positioning her legs on the sides of my hips and pressing her wet slit down on the length of my shaft. “Get it all lubed up with that sloppy pussy that’s been leaking all over. You’ve got a pink, dripping hole, meant to suck down Daddy’s cock.”

I thrust, rolling my hips against hers, and her responding gasp lifts to the ceiling as she starts to rock her hips up and back.

“Are we… I mean, are you going to—” She wiggles, trying to ease backwards, but I sink my fingers into her lush hips, holding her in place.

“You think you can get away?” I seethe, bringing up one hand to grab her chin, squeezing so hard her lips pucker and her eyes go wide. “You don’t wantto do what Daddy needs? You want me to go find someone, bring them home, and have them do the things you won’t?”

“No!” she screams, horror lining her forehead. “No! I don’t want that. I want to do those things, I just… I didn’t think this was what you should want to do to me. I thought—”