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“Daddy..?” I look down at my sleeping father’s back, torn. I want him to hold me, *need* his arms around me, but am loathe to disturb his peaceful slumber. I stand there, desperately fighting to control my emotions. Comfort lays before me, if I can just bring myself to wake him..

Struggling to hold back tears, I step forward and put my hands, one knee on the bed behind him. Daddy’s peaceful respiration continues undisturbed. But as I shift my weight forward and move onto the bed, Daddy turns over, sleepy eyes opening, and looks up at me. “Princess?” he begins, then his vision clears and he sees the turmoil on my face. He holds his arms out to me and I collapse into them.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” I wrap my arms around my father and bury my face in his chest. He gives me a moment, then: “can you tell me?” I shake my head against him and hold him tighter.

He strokes my hair, kisses the top of my head. I’m struggling for control, shaking. “Shh.. Daddy’s here. Don’t be afraid baby. You know you can tell me anything.”

Suddenly, intensely, I need Daddy’s lips on mine. I lift my head and stretch to kiss him. A gentle, chaste kiss, his lips locked with mine. I need more. My mouth presses insistently against his. And when Daddy sucks gently at my lip, my hips buck and I whimper. A single tear escapes my eye and I’m overcome with my need for him. I need him to comfort me. Take care of me.

“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Let your father help you feel better.” I open my mouth and his tongue enters, chasing away what drove me to his bed, and I feel what I all the time do when Daddy comes into me. Possessed, desired, cared for.

I pull back long enough to whisper “Daddy, please.. love me.” Then my mouth is on his again. When we pause for breath, he says “of course, princess. I’ll always take care of you.” He pulls away for a moment to take off his pajama pants and boxers, and I hurriedly shuck my tee and panties. We come together again and Daddy rolls on top of me. I moan into his mouth at the feel of his smooth, hot hard cock on my thigh. I want to beg for it, I’m so desperate for him. Daddy seems to know. He reaches down between us, spreads my pussy lips with his cock, finds my hole and with one hard thrust he’s deep inside me, all the way in me.

I wrap my legs around him, my hips rolling, and there’s no more moaning, no muted whimpers: instantly, I’m calling out for my father. His mouth moves to my ear. “Yes, princess, let it out. Let it go.” He’s thrusting slowly, deeply inside me. There’s a little pain as his cock hits my cervix, but that’s part of what I need, too. My Daddy’s filling me up: his dick so big inside me, his arms so strong around me.

“Daddy! Daddy, I can’t help it!-”

Daddy growls. “Yes, princess. That’s my good girl. Come for your father.” He keeps to the same sedate pace, thrusting deep, our eyes locked. I feel it swirling up from the center of me, my cries lengthening and deepening. It seems like Daddy’s only been inside me for moments, but I so desperately needed this, needed *him*. My pleasure sweeps Daddy away with it and he begins to call out too. Feeling Daddy come inside me escalates my own orgasm and I’m screaming for him, convulsing, legs locked around him.

After a delicious eternity, our cries diminish, our thrusting subsides. Daddy rolls over so we’re once again side by side, wrapped up in each other, his cock still in my cunny.

We sleep this way.

NSFW: yes

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