Chapter 2 – First Night: From Tease To Release

• The silence after the shower felt heavier now. Daddy slipped back into bed, mattress dipping on his side. He kept that careful distance at first, but the air was charged, electric. His scent—stronger now, mixed with soap and something darker—wrapped around me again.
• I pretended to sleep. Eyes wide open.
• Minutes stretched. His breathing evened out, slow and deep. Then I felt it—his cock, hard again, pressed hot against the back of my thigh through his boxers.
• My heart hammered. I shifted—just a tiny movement. My ass brushed him. Friction made me gasp silently.
• He didn't react.
• I rocked back again, slower. Heat seeped through my shorts. Wetness pooled.
• I got bolder. Lifted one leg slightly. His cock slipped between my thighs, nestling against my damp crotch. I clamped my thighs, trapping him. Rocked slow.
• A low groan rumbled from his chest. Hips flexed once.
• I was dripping. The head bumped my clit through fabric every time.
• I reached back, tugged his boxers down. Skin. Hot, smooth. Wrapped my hand around him. Thick. Velvet over steel.
• I stroked slow. Then firmer. Thumb circling the tip.
• I turned toward him. Kissed his chest. Sucked his nipple. Ducked under the sheet. Lips brushed the head. Tongue flicked precum.
• He twitched.
• I took more. Moaned around him.
• His hand shot out. Fingers clamped my wrist.
• Eyes snapped open. Voice low, rough, edged with a dangerous, tender smile:
• “Don’t stop, baby girl.”
• His grip on my wrist was firm, guiding my hand back down, wrapping my fingers around him again. Slow. Deliberate.
• I stared up at him, mouth still hovering near the head, lips tingling. My heart was trying to punch out of my chest. Terror and want twisted together.
• His eyes—dark, heavy-lidded—locked on mine. A slow, wicked, tender smile curled his mouth.
• “Little princess…” His voice came out low, gravel-rough. “When you were grinding that pretty pussy against me earlier… were you already dripping for Daddy?”
• Heat exploded across my face. I whimpered. Shame burned, but it only made me wetter.
• He moved my hand for me, showing the rhythm: long, firm strokes, thumb swiping over the slit. His free arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. Big hand slid down, cupped me through my soaked shorts.
• “Fuck, baby,” he breathed against my ear. “You're absolutely soaked. All for Daddy. I was pretending to sleep the whole time… just to see how far my sweet girl would push it.”
• I squirmed. His fingers teased the edge of my shorts. “Tell Daddy… did you want to feel me slide inside?”
• I nodded frantically.
• He chuckled low. “That's my baby. But not yet. Daddy wants to take care of you first.”
• He kept us spooned tight. Hand slipped under my shorts, tugged them down. Then his fingers were there—cupping me fully. Middle finger traced my slit, dipping just inside. I arched. He added a second, pushing deeper, curling.
• “Daddy…” I gasped.
• He pumped slowly, letting me feel every stretch. Thumb circled my clit. “That's it… feel how you clench? Like you never want me to stop.”
• The build was agonizing. Wet sounds echoed. My hips bucked. “Faster… please…”
• He sped up. Thumb grinding. My breaths came in short pants.
• It hit hard. Body seizing. Choked cry muffled as I bit his forearm. Walls spasmed, gushing slick. He worked me through it, slower strokes, drawing out every tremor.
• “Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my neck. Fingers slipped out.
• He turned me to face him. Mouth on my breast, tongue swirling nipples. Then lower—kisses on ribs, belly. Hands spread my thighs. His mouth was there.
• Warm breath. Tongue licked a slow stripe. I cried out.
• “So sweet, baby,” he growled. “All mine.”
• He focused on my clit—circles, flicks, sucks. Fingers thrust shallowly. Back to clit—quick laps, gentle tugs.
• I was sobbing. “Daddy… too much… I can't—”
• He hummed. Vibration right against me. Second orgasm slammed. Hips bucking, slick flooding his mouth. Tears streamed.
• He eased off, kissing my thighs.
• I reached for him, guiding him to my entrance. Just the tip.
• That's when my phone buzzed.
• Mom.