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[wet-heat]

my relationship of eight months broke up with me yesterday for someone else and im feeling really awful thinking i got traded for a skinnier girl. can chubby babygirl get some love and reassurance from her daddy? 🥺🥺

Daddy spoils his little girl, it's a must! He makes sure you are well fed, dressed, and taken care of. He will never let you forget how pretty and precious you are.

If you ever feel bad about yourself he's there and he is on you. He's touching you all over while softly kissing anywhere he can. Such a pretty girl for me...love all these curves, scars, and marks. As he's slowly stripping you and exposing more. He would moan at the sight of your body and is rock hard in seconds. Is it bad Daddy is happy? Happy that you are now all his. He's spreading your thighs and licking his lips. Happy this pretty cunnie is now all his, that this pretty girl lets him cherish her. He's leaning in to kiss your cunt, taking his time running his tongue up and down.

He'd focus on you and would spend hours between your legs. His face is covered in your wetness and your legs are shaking badly as they close in on him. Love this fat cunt he moans as he sits up and kisses you. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. Love when my precious girl cums all over my face... But I think my princess can cum all over Daddy's cock too, can't she? He says in a sickly sweet tone as he nods his head at you. Yes she can I know she can, she was built for it. Big thighs, big stomach, pretty moans and a nice pretty cunt. She's heaven made on earth and I get to have it all.

He's dragging his cock up and down your cunt before sinking in with a moan. Tight little girl for me... He starts to fuck you softly but deep. Only a girl like you can take a cock like this, yes she can. He's moaning in your ear as he starts to fuck you harder. Perfect for me to grab, his grip on your round hips is tight. Built so pretty just for me...all for me, he grunts as he picks up his pace.

Daddy would be obsessed with his little girl. He can't get enough of her and he makes it known. He bends you over and fucks you wherever. He makes you melt in pleasure because it makes him feel good. He's so obsessed that he doesn't notice when he overstimulates you. He leaves your cunnie puffy, red, and leaking. But makes up for it in all the cuddles, my precious girl took Daddy's cock so good! Perfect little girl for my cock.

[wet-heat]

Oh, my God. A very jealous father who doesn't allow his daughter to communicate with boys. He always makes sure that all her free time outside of school is devoted only to him. Otherwise, he turns into a monster…

“Who were you talking to?” His voice was low, dangerous, a growl that sent shivers down her spine. She froze, her phone slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. The screen lit up, revealing a text thread with a boy from school.

She didn’t have time to react before he was on her, his hand snatching the phone off the ground. His eyes scanned the messages, his jaw tightening with every word. “I told you,” he said, his voice trembling with barely contained rage, “no boys. No distractions. You belong to me.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off with a sharp look. “You think I don’t know what they want? What he wants? They don’t care about you. Not like I do.” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent, musky and possessive, filling her senses. “You’re mine. And I’m going to remind you of that.”

Her heart pounded as he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. He pulled her toward the bedroom, his movements deliberate, his intent clear. She stumbled after him, her mind racing. She knew better than to fight him when he was like this. When he was jealous. When he was this possessive.

The door slammed shut behind them, and he turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire and something primal. “Take it off,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

She hesitated for only a moment before obeying, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze raked over her, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist. “All of it,” he said, his voice rough.

She swallowed hard, her hands moving to the button of her jeans. She slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties, her body exposed, vulnerable.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the edge of her bra. “You think he could make you feel like I do?” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You think he could touch you like this?” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

She gasped, her body responding instantly to his touch. Her nipples hardened under his fingers, and she felt a familiar heat pooling between her legs. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No one could.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his other hand sliding down to grip her hip. “You’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

He spun her around, pressing her back against the wall. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, and he cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall as he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and teased. His teeth grazed her nipple, and she cried out, the sensation almost too much to bear.

He pulled away, his lips trailing down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his face against the thin fabric of her panties. She could feel his breath through the material, hot and wet, and she shuddered.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, Daddy.”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you to make me yours.”

He smirked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. She stepped out of them, and he tossed them aside, his eyes locking onto hers as he spread her legs apart.

His tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate path up her slit. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for support as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue circled her clit, teasing and taunting, before he sucked it into his mouth.

She cried out, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her with his tongue. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and swirling over her most sensitive spot. She could feel the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue.

“Daddy,” she moaned, her voice high and desperate. “I’m so close.”

He didn’t stop, his tongue working faster now, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself unraveling, her body trembling as the pleasure consumed her. And then she was coming, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she cried out his name.

He didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to lap at her until she was squirming, oversensitive and desperate for relief. Only then did he pull away, standing up and towering over her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “But we’re not done yet.”

He grabbed her by the wrist again, pulling her toward the bed. She followed willingly, her body still humming with pleasure as he pushed her down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft sheets.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he reached between them to undo his pants. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh, and she whimpered into his mouth.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her lips. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Only yours.”

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her wetness. “Mine,” he repeated, thrusting into her in one smooth motion.

She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it all, baby girl.”

She could feel him everywhere, his hands gripping her hips, his chest pressed against hers, his cock buried deep inside her. He was all she could think about, all she could feel. He owned her body, her mind, her soul.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. “Daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Come for your Daddy.”

And she did, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his own release spilling inside her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing ragged. He pulled out slowly, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You’re mine,” he murmured again, his hand stroking her hair. “Don’t ever forget that.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as exhaustion overtook her. But even as she drifted off to sleep, she knew this wasn’t over. He would always be there, watching, waiting, ready to remind her who she belonged to.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[wet-heat]

Aggressive big brother that hears someone say "You have a pretty face but you need to work on your body" to me. His blood boils especially when he hears me say "I'm working on it"

Aggressive Big Brother who gets me alone that night...

Why would you even say that? You should've cussed him out! B-but it's the truth big bro! Suddenly I'm getting dragged by the hair into my room. I'm squealing and hitting trying to get him to let go. Stop! Ow! I say as he pushes me onto the floor in front of my mirror. I try to sit up I'm telling Mom! Why would you- shut up! He smacks my face and makes me sit in front of the mirror.

I'm panting and tearing up with a quivering lip. Big bro... I said shut up! You should never! EVER! Let some ass speak to you like that! He grabs my face harshly and makes me look forward. He squeezes my cheeks, yeah my baby sister has a pretty face. But she also has pretty tits, he grips my top and yanks it off making me gasp and try to squirm as he grabs them meanly.

She has a nice big belly, his hand travels down. With wide hips, he grips a side tightly and I keep squirming. Big- shut it! The hand on my face goes back to my hair and he grips it. Big thighs, he lands a hard hit on each of them making me squeak and spread them. Pretty ass too, he pulls my head back and growls into my ear. I just know you have a nice fat cunt too, he pulls up on my shorts. The outline of my cunt showing as I squirm and look at him through the mirror as tears flow down my cheeks. But she's being stupid and letting little boys walk all over her. You want attention that bad, huh? N-no it's not- not that?! To me it does!

Please big bro stop! I hiccup and whine as he keeps pulling. He pushes me onto the mirror and starts pulling my shorts off. Big brother will give you that attention then. You won't need silly boys that say silly things after me. He grunts and manages to leave me bare as I squeeze my thighs together. Look at how pretty my little sister is, I feel a hard spank on my bottom. Pretty stretch marks...with matching pretty bruises after I'm done with her.

He starts to push his pants down, open your legs. I shake my head and squeeze them together tighter. I'm getting slapped again, my face then my thighs. I said open those fucking thighs! I have no choice as I hiccup and open them. Messy little sister look at how wet that cunt is. Can't believe anyone would think this would need to change... His hand his finding my neck, squeezing it as he makes me look in the mirror. He's behind me, I feel his cock. One hand squeezing my neck and the other lining himself with my hole.

I get the point big bro... Please. I know you do but I need to show you the point. I gasp when he pushes into me, the stretch is crazy. Fuckkkk! Tight cunt I choke as his grip tightens and I grab his wrist. He feel him start to move his hips. I watch as my body bounces along to his thrusts. I watch myself get fucked in the mirror, the way my face is flushed and my body covered in his hand marks.

Who can resist this pretty body? Change? What fucking change? I let out a choked moan when he slams his hips up rougher. F-fuck... I get it! I get it big bro! No need to change, I don't need to change. I struggle to say as I keep watching him fuck me. His hand is leaving my throat and he's pushing me down. Mounting me, putting his weight on me, and his arm is around my neck now. I hit his arm almost as if I was tapping out. What are you baby sis? When I don't respond his arm tightens. Try it again! I'm pretty...all around! He lets go and I take a deep breath.

It's all so overwhelming the emotions, his aggressiveness, and the way he's fucking me. I'm sniffling through it all as I start to shake. I'm gonna...cum...I say weakly only for him to slam down into me again. I try to hide my face into his arm but he's not letting me as he pulls my hair again. Look at yourself while you cum, look at how pretty, hear how pretty you sound when you are when cumming. What that little boy is missing out on because of his stupidity.

Cut short because I lost the vibe. This is also something I was told today so here we go.

[wet-heat]

What do you think you are doing, little girl!? I hear a voice behind me boom as I jump. Turning around only to find my dad with a teasing smile as I pout. You scared me! Scared you? Maybe you should've been paying more attention. Dad walks over and I gasp don't look! What? Why? It's a father's day surprise! He laughs are you making your old man breakfast? He continues walking closer to me and a whine. Come on, Dad! It was supposed to be a surprise! This is a wonderful surprise! No it's not...it was supposed to be breakfast in bed. I may not be in bed but I promise I love it just as much, princess.

Dad grabs a strawberry and brings it to his mouth. Not yet! I try to clean up a little as he laughs. I just wanted everything to be perfect... I know Mom usually does something big for you on Father's Day. Baby, your mom is only gone for a week...I think I can handle one father's day without her. I know but I wanted it to be extra special! This is extra special! Just me and my baby! Just how father's days should be. He picks up another strawberry and holds it to my lips. Come on...open up for me, I look him in the eyes as I bite the berry. Good girl, see? This is alright... Just you my precious little girl and me.

We look at each other as I chew and he brings the rest to his own mouth. I just want today to be special, I mumble with a pout. It is, he puts his hand on my cheek and pulls me closer. I don't need to be surprised with breakfast in bed to know my daughter loves me. He laughs softly as he pets my cheek. But mom always- mom does a lot of things. That doesn't mean you need to do them too. He leans down and kisses me softly. Maybe you can give me something your mother hasn't given me in a long time? Yeah? How about that? That way it is extra special just like you wanted ...

My heart is beating fast as I look up at him. What's that, dad? I think you know what... Before I know It he's picking me up and I squeal. Dad! Your nothing I can't handle sweetheart. He sets me on the kitchen counter and I'm flustered. So... Can Dad have his special surprise now? I feel him rub up and down my thighs and I nervously nod. This would be better than what mom usually does for you? Way better than some traditional breakfast especially since it's coming from you princess. I spread my legs wider for him as he pushes my shirt up to my waist. Always wearing my clothes... Looking so pretty. He mumbles as his hand travels to my panties.

I shyly look away as he pulls them to the side. Look at how pretty! This may be the best father's Day gift yet.... I feel him run his thumb up and down my cunt. So wet too... He pulls away and I glance at him, he's pulling at the strings on his sweats. Enough to loosen and free his cock my eyes widen a little. He was big and hung as he pumps himself and pulls closer again. Now dragging his cock up and down, getting it wet. Dad... Are you sure you want this in the kitchen? I whimper as I look at him shyly. Maybe we can start in the kitchen then move somewhere else... There I knew what he meant, he was going to enjoy this present. All day and anywhere.

You know ... I still haven't heard you properly say happy father's day. He hits his cock against my clit and my hips jolt. I-im sorry, I got so caught up... Happy Father's Day Dad! Right when I finish my words he's pushing into me. Causing me to gasp and grip the counter with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He moans, what was that kiddo? Happy Father's Day! I gasp out again as he starts to move his hips. My jaw is open as I feel him stretch and hit inside of me. I can't help but wrap a leg around him. Is this better than moms? You're so much better than anything your mother can give me. He grunts as he grabs my face and pulls me into another kiss.

My precious little girl is taking her Dad's cock so well. He says between the kisses as he keeps fucking me. I want to be the best father's day present for you Dad. I whimper as I shyly bring a hand over and rub my clit. You are baby trust me this is the best gift ever... Big surprise just like you wanted it to be. He looks over me with hungry eyes and I moan as I feel myself getting close. Dad...please...can I? Such a good girl for asking, he kisses me. Go ahead baby...cum on Dad's cock so he can cum inside you. He suddenly grunts when I tighten around him, fuck... Dad you can't- well worry about that later. Didn't you want this to be the perfect surprise for Dad? Then let me cum in my little girls cunt.

He's slamming his hips into mine. Things on the counter rolling off as I squeal, he's pushing that orgasm through me. Not letting me process his words as he keeps fucking me. I wanted this to be the perfect gift for him so I just nodded my head. Y-yeah dad! I struggle to say as I start to shake in overstimulation. Please...please cum in your little girl! I squeak as he slams his hips into me. Making me take every single inch of his length as he cums with a loud moan. Happy ... Happy Father's Day I say between pants as he pulls out. Cum dripping onto the counter and floor. Best fucking Father's Day.

Hopefully I keep putting stuff out for Father's Day.

[wet-heat]

Hi sweets, I’m so glad I found your backup! ☺️ can I request something about a dad who so far has only gone down on his daughter each time he’s gone to her room & is waiting for her to get desperate enough to ask him to finally fuck her?

He stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor, watching her shift restlessly on the bed. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She was waiting for him. She always was. But tonight, something felt different. There was a tension in the room that hadn’t been there before, a flicker of something desperate in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. The click of the latch echoed in the silence, sealing them in their little world. He moved toward her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she watched him approach. He could see the way her fingers clenched the sheets, the way her thighs pressed together as if to hold back the ache she couldn’t ignore.

“I’ve been… thinking about you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Have you?” he asked, his voice low and even.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing. “I can’t stop,” she confessed, her voice breaking. “Every time you come in here, it’s all I can think about after. I—I need more.”

His hand trailed down the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “More?” he repeated, his tone soft but probing.

She hesitated, her breath hitching. “I don’t know how to say it,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “I already know what you want.”

She shivered, her hands gripping the sheets tighter. “Do you?”

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze steady and unyielding. “Yes, baby,” he said simply. “But you’re going to have to ask for it.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. Ask for it? She’d never been able to put it into words before, the thing she craved so desperately. It was like a fire inside her, burning hotter every time he touched her, every time he brought her to the edge only to leave her hanging. She wanted him to take her over that edge, to finally give her what she’d been aching for.

But the words caught in her throat.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against the hollow of her neck. “You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“I—I can’t,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

“Can’t what?” he prompted, his lips trailing up to her jaw.

“I can’t say it,” she admitted, her voice breaking.

He pulled back again, his eyes searching hers. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” The word burst out of her, louder than she intended. Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away. “No, don’t stop. Please.”

His hand slid down to her waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of her nightgown. “Then tell me what you want,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to say it. She had to.

“I want… I want you to…” Her voice faltered, but she forced herself to keep going. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw. For a moment, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile curved his lips.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Her breath hitched as his hands moved to her thighs, pushing her legs apart. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the way his touch made her feel, the way his eyes burned with desire as he looked at her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. She gasped, her hips lifting off the bed instinctively. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Please what?” he asked, his lips trailing higher.

“Please… don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged, her voice breaking.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with need. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice low and rough.

And then he was moving, his hands sliding under her hips, lifting her up to meet him. She felt the weight of him pressing against her, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of her nightgown. This was it. This was what she’d been waiting for.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a low growl in her ear.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” she whispered.

He didn’t need to hear it twice. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he shifted to align himself with her. She felt the pressure, the anticipation, and then—

“Wait,” she gasped, her hands flying to his chest.

He stilled, his eyes narrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I’ve never…” Her voice trailed off, her cheeks burning.

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he leaned in, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice soft.

She nodded, her hands trembling as she gripped his shoulders. “Okay,” she whispered.

He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust. She felt the stretch, the slight burn, but it was nothing compared to the way her body responded to him. He was inside her. Finally.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

She arched against him, her nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

He didn’t. His hips began to move, slow and steady at first, but quickly building in intensity. She clung to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he filled her completely. This was everything she’d been craving, everything she’d been waiting for.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, it’s perfect, daddy.”

He didn’t respond, his attention focused entirely on her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel it building, the tension coiling tight in her belly, ready to snap.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He didn’t slow down, his pace only increasing as he drove her closer to the edge. “Let go,” he urged, his voice a low growl.

She did. Her body shuddered as she came apart, her cry muffled against his shoulder. He followed her over the edge, his own release crashing over him as he held her tight.

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Then, he pulled back, brushing a kiss against her forehead.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice soft.

She smiled, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but filled with satisfaction. “I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she admitted.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “There’s more,” he promised, his voice teasing.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “More?”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “So much more,” he whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. “Show me,” she breathed.

He grinned, his hands sliding down her body once more. “As you wish.”

[wet-heat]

The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He stood by the door, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that seemed to stretch across the room. His presence was always overwhelming, but tonight it felt heavier, more deliberate. She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her nightgown. The air between them was thick, charged with something that made her heart race and her skin prickle.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said finally, his voice low and rough, like gravel. It wasn’t a question; it was an accusation. She swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. The truth was, she had been avoiding him. Ever since that night a week ago, when he’d caught her touching herself in the bathroom, she couldn’t look at him without feeling a flush of shame—and something else, something darker, more forbidden.

“I haven’t,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. He let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. The sound sent a shiver down her spine. He knew she was lying. He always knew.

“Liar,” he murmured, his tone teasing but laced with something else. Possessiveness. She could feel it radiating off him, wrapping around her like a vice. He stopped in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of his body. Her breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it set her skin on fire. “You think I wouldn’t notice? You’re mine, little sis. You can’t hide from me.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She should push him away, tell him to stop, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, that made her feel things she had no business feeling. This is wrong, she thought, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light, and they bore into hers with an intensity that made her tremble. “Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful. You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that? Always walking around in those little nightgowns, teasing me. Do you even realize what you do to me?”

She shook her head, her lips parting as she tried to speak, but no words came out. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, and she couldn’t suppress the soft whimper that escaped her. The sound seemed to ignite something in him, and before she could react, he was kissing her, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that stole her breath.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, primal, and it ignited a fire in her that she didn’t know existed. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, her body responding to him in a way that felt both natural and terrifying.

He pulled away just enough to speak, his breath hot against her lips. He growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you feel like this.”

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but her body was on autopilot, arching into him as his hands slid down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. He squeezed them, his grip firm, almost bruising, and she moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark and encouraging. “Let me hear you. I want to know how much you want this.”

She did. God, she did. She wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything. But the rational part of her brain screamed at her to stop, to push him away, to remember that this was wrong. But the rest of her—the part of her that had been fantasizing about him for longer than she cared to admit—didn’t care.

He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body like he was trying to memorize every curve. She gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown, sliding up her thighs. Her breath hitched as he reached her core, his fingers brushing against her wetness.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers as his fingers explored her. She squirmed beneath him, her hips lifting off the bed as he stroked her, his movements deliberate and slow, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she moaned, her hands clutching at his back. He smirked, clearly pleased with himself, and added a second finger, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. She could feel the pressure building inside her, a coil tightening with each thrust of his fingers. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps, her body trembling with the need for release.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, his voice thick with desire. “Let go. I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”

She shook her head, her cheeks flushed with both pleasure and shame. “I can’t,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “It’s too much.”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, his fingers curling inside her, stroking that spot that made her see stars. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, little sis?”

The way he said it—the way he called her that—should have been enough to snap her out of it. But instead, it only made her hotter, her body arching off the bed as the coil inside her snapped. She cried out, her back arching as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. She shook as her orgasm squirted out of her.

He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping for air. When he finally pulled his fingers away, she collapsed onto the bed, her body still tingling with aftershocks.

He leaned down, kissing her softly, almost reverently. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride. “You’re mine, and only mine. Remember that.”

She nodded, her mind still hazy with pleasure, but before she could respond, he was pulling her nightgown off, his hands roaming over her bare skin. She shivered, her body still sensitive from her release, but the way he touched her—so possessive, so needy—made her crave more.

“Now,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Let’s see what else I can make you do.”

[wet-heat]

[wet-heat]

Uncle cockwarming/using his niece while she’s writing her thesis and then rewarding her by making her cum so hard she passes out (bonus points if he keeps using her with a lil somno!!) 💖

The laptop’s glow was the only light in the room, casting a pale blue sheen over her tired face. Her fingers moved sluggishly across the keyboard, the sound of each tap echoing in the quiet space. She was deep in the throes of her thesis, the words blurring together as exhaustion threatened to pull her under. Her eyelids drooped, and she leaned back in the chair, rubbing her temples.

That’s when she felt it, the familiar warmth of his presence behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His cologne, subtle yet intoxicating, filled her senses. His hands settled on her shoulders, firm but gentle, kneading the tension from her muscles. She exhaled softly, her body instinctively relaxing under his touch.

“You’ve been working too hard,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. His fingers traced the curve of her neck, lingering for a moment before sliding down her arms.

She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as his hands moved lower, brushing against the sides of her breasts. “I… I need to finish this,” she whispered, though her voice wavered.

“You need a break,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him. She could feel the heat of his body through her thin t-shirt, the firmness of his chest pressing into her back. “Let me help you relax.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as his lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. His hands moved up her sides, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt before slipping underneath. She gasped softly as his fingertips grazed her bare skin, the touch sending jolts of electricity through her body.

“Uncle…” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. “Just let me take care of you.”

His hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, the fabric of her bra doing little to dull the sensation. He unclasped it with practiced ease, letting it fall away as his hands returned to her bare skin. Her breath hitched as he pinched her nipples lightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She leaned back against him, her body growing pliant under his ministrations. His hands left her breasts, sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her pajama shorts. He hooked his fingers into the elastic, pulling them down along with her panties in one smooth motion. She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her body already heating with anticipation.

He spun the chair around, forcing her to face him. Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in his pants, already straining against the fabric. He stepped closer, his hands gripping the arms of the chair and trapping her between them. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

She hesitated for a moment before obeying, parting her lips slightly. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened length. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her lips. He pushed forward, sliding into her mouth. She moaned around him, the taste of him flooding her senses.

He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling her, the way her tongue pressed against him with each movement. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, her body trembling with need.

He pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. He took her hand, guiding it to his cock. “Touch me,” he ordered, his voice rough.

She wrapped her fingers around him, her palm sliding up and down his length. He groaned, his head tilting back as she stroked him. His hand moved to her inner thigh, fingers brushing against her already wet heat. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

She nodded eagerly, her body aching for him. He smirked, lifting her from the chair and setting her on the edge of the desk. He stepped between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. She gasped as he pushed inside, her body stretching to accommodate him.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he began to thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body trembling with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Let go for me.”

Her back arched as the wave of pleasure crested, her entire body convulsing as she came. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge, his release spilling inside her.

She collapsed against him, her body boneless as she struggled to catch her breath. He held her close, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion overtook her. She barely registered the sound of him zipping up his pants or the feel of him lifting her into his arms. She was vaguely aware of him carrying her to the bed, laying her down gently before sliding in beside her.

She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the way his hand crept between her thighs once more. His fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, stirring her back to consciousness. She moaned softly, her body responding instinctively.

“Uncle…” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just relax.”

His fingers slid into her, moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her hips lifting to meet his hand. He added a second finger, stretching her as he curled them inside her. She gasped, her body trembling as he found that sweet spot.

Her climax hit her suddenly, her body convulsing as pleasure surged through her. He stroked her through it, his fingers continuing to move until she was limp and boneless once more. She drifted off to sleep again, unaware of the way his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

He didn’t stop there, his hand moving back between her thighs as her breathing slowed. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you wake up.”

[wet-heat]

Big bro who has been scaring all of your boyfriends off and when you finally confront him about it he makes you cum harder than any of them ever did, all while telling you that he’ll prove he’s the best…so of course you tell him he isn’t so he just keeps going

The front door slammed shut, and you heard his heavy boots stomping down the hallway. Again. You’d been waiting for this moment, your heart pounding in your chest, anger simmering just beneath the surface. This time, you weren’t going to let him get away with it. Not this time.

You stormed into the living room, your fists clenched at your sides. He was already lounging on the couch, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. He didn’t even bother to look at you, just kept flipping through the channels like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just scared off another guy.

“You’re unbelievable,” you snapped, your voice trembling with rage. “Do you know how long it took me to find someone who actually wanted to go out with me? And you just ruined it, like always!”

He finally turned to look at you, his eyes dark and challenging. “If they can’t handle a little conversation with me, they’re not good enough for you.”

You wanted to scream. “Good enough for me? You don’t get to decide that! You’re not my fucking dad!”

He stood up, his tall frame towering over you, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “No, I’m not your dad. I’m something worse. And you know it.”

You stepped back, but he followed, closing the distance between you until you were nearly touching. “You think those little boys you bring home can make you happy?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You think they can make you feel the way I can?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and you shivered at the contact. “You’ve always been mine,” he murmured, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on your skin. “And deep down, you know it.”

You tried to push him away, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch instead. “Stop it,” you whispered, but it was weak, barely more than a gasp.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill down your spine. “No. You’re going to tell me the truth. Tell me I’m the best.”

You shook your head, your cheeks burning. “You’re not. You’re just… you’re just trying to mess with me.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Then prove it. Let me show you how wrong you are.”

Before you could protest, his mouth was on yours, his kiss demanding and possessive. You wanted to resist, to push him away, but your body had other ideas. Your lips parted, and his tongue slid into your mouth, exploring you with a hunger that made your knees weak.

His hands were everywhere, peeling away your clothes, leaving you bare and trembling before him. “See?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re already mine.”

You shook your head, your heart racing. “No… you’re not…”

He didn’t waste any time, his fingers sliding between your legs, finding you already wet and aching for him. “That’s what I thought,” he growled, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that made you gasp. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

You tried to hold back the moan that escaped your lips, but it was useless. His touch was too much, too perfect, and you were already on the edge. “That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Let go for me.”

The orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking as he coaxed every last bit of pleasure from you. When it was over, you were breathless, your legs barely able to hold you up.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

“You think that’s it?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. “You think that’s all I’ve got?”

You shook your head, your body still trembling. “No… I…”

He didn’t let you finish. In one fluid motion, he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch and laying you down. His hands were on your thighs, spreading you wide, and you could feel the heat of his gaze as he took you in.

“Tell me I’m not the best,” he challenged, his voice low and intense.

You hesitated, your heart pounding. “You’re not…”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish. His mouth was on you, his tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh. You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as he worked you over. It was too much, too intense, and you were already close again.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “Come for me again.”

You didn’t have a choice. The second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

When you finally came down, he was on top of you, his body pressing yours into the cushions. “Still think I’m not the best?” he asked, his lips brushing against yours.

You couldn’t answer, your mind still reeling from the intensity of it all. But he didn’t wait for a response. His hands were on your hips, lifting you up, and then he was inside you, filling you completely.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m going to fucking prove it.”

He started to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he pounded into you. It was overwhelming, the pleasure building with every thrust until you were screaming his name.

But he didn’t stop. “Tell me I’m the best,” he demanded, his voice harsh and breathless. “Say it.”

You shook your head, your body trembling. “No… you’re not…”

He slammed into you harder, his pace speeding up until you were on the edge again. “Say it,” he repeated, his voice a growl.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. The words tumbled out of your mouth. “You’re the best… you’re the best…”

He didn’t stop. “Again.”

“You’re the best,” you gasped, your body shaking as the orgasm hit you. “You’re the best…”

He finally let go, his own release crashing over him as he filled you. You clung to him, your body still trembling as the waves of pleasure slowly faded.

When it was over, he pulled back, his eyes dark and intense. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “Now, let’s see if you can handle round two.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he didn’t give you a chance. His lips were on yours again, and you knew there was no way you were going to win this argument. Not tonight. Not ever.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a promise. “And you’re never going to forget it.”

[wet-heat]

Hiii!! Been a big fan for MONTHS!! Can you do a very shy and oblivious daughter who needs to pay for college tuition but doesn't want to bother her parents any longer so she kinda went along with her friend's advise to be a sugar baby? Some time later, she really does get to pull it off. Not knowing that her sugar daddy, who she still hadn't met, that's been sending her money and spoiling her rotten was actually her Dad who knew her real identity all along but that never stopped him? Hihi!! >-<

She sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop perched precariously on her knees, staring at the glowing screen. The cursor blinked mockingly in the empty search bar. Her heart raced, her palms damp against the edge of the keyboard. This is crazy, she thought. I can’t do this. But tuition was due in two weeks, and she’d already maxed out her student loans. Her parents had done enough; she couldn’t burden them again.

Her best friend’s voice echoed in her head. “Just try it. What’s the worst that could happen? You’re pretty, smart, and young. Some guy out there will pay for your company. It’s not like you have to do anything you don’t want to.” She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she typed in the URL. The site loaded slowly, each second stretching into eternity. When it finally appeared, her stomach dropped. Pictures of beautiful women flooded the screen, their profiles filled with promises of companionship, discretion, and luxury.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the mousepad. What if someone I know sees me? The thought made her cheeks burn. But desperation won out. She created a profile, keeping her face hidden in the photos and using a fake name. Her bio was short and vague, but she included enough details to seem real. Her heart pounded as she hit “submit.” What have I done?

The first message came a week later. It was from an account with no profile picture, just a username: DaddyDom88. Her stomach lurched at the name, but the message was polite. “I’d like to get to know you. I’m looking for someone sweet, someone I can take care of. Are you interested?” She read it a dozen times before replying. “Maybe. What do you mean by ‘take care of’?” He answered quickly. “Whatever you need. Clothes, money, school. I just want to make you happy.”

She bit her lip, her heart racing. It sounded too good to be true. But then he sent her a photo—no face, just a hand holding a wad of cash. “This could be yours,” he wrote. Her breath hitched. She needed that money. “Okay,” she typed back. “What do you want in return?” His response made her cheeks flush. “Just your obedience. And maybe a few pictures. Nothing too extreme, just enough to keep me interested.”

She hesitated again, but the thought of her tuition being paid made her nod to herself. “Okay,” she agreed. “But only pictures for now.” He agreed immediately, and their arrangement began.

Weeks turned into months. He sent her money regularly, always with a note. “Buy yourself something nice,” or “Take care of your tuition.” The photos she sent him became increasingly daring, her shyness fading as her bank account grew. She started to look forward to their exchanges, the thrill of his attention making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years. He always knew what to say, how to calm her nerves or stoke her curiosity.

Then, one night, he sent her a message that made her heart stop. “I want to meet you. I’ll fly you out, spoil you rotten. What do you say?” She stared at the screen, her stomach in knots. She’d never met him before—never even seen his face. But he’d been so kind, so generous. And deep down, she wanted to know who he was. “Okay,” she replied. “But I get my own room.” He agreed immediately, and before she knew it, she was on a plane to meet him.

The hotel was luxurious, the kind of place she’d only seen in movies. Her suite was enormous, with a king-sized bed and a view of the city skyline. She barely had time to unpack before there was a knock at the door. Her heart raced as she opened it, her breath catching in her throat.

Standing there was her father.

Her mind went blank, her body frozen in shock. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, his eyes devouring her. “Surprise,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. She stumbled back, her legs trembling. “What—what are you doing here?” she stammered. He smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a familiar wad of cash. “I’ve been your sugar daddy all along,” he said. “And it’s time for you to repay me.”

Her stomach churned, her mind reeling. “But—you’re my—” He cut her off with a sharp laugh. “Does it matter? You’ve been sending me those sexy little photos for months, sweetheart. You wanted this. You craved it.” She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No, I didn’t know it was you!” He stepped closer, his hand brushing her cheek. “But now you do. And you’re not going to say no, are you?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips. His other hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer. His breath was hot against her ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered. Her body betrayed her, a shiver running down her spine. She hated herself for it, but the way he said those words made her knees weak.

He kissed her then, his lips crushing hers with a hunger that burned through her. She tried to push him away, but her hands were trembling too much to resist. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her in a way that left no room for denial. Her heart pounded, her body melting into his as his hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her.

When he finally broke the kiss, she was gasping for air, her lips swollen and tingling. He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to unbutton her blouse. She closed her eyes, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was her father—this was wrong. But the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, made her body ache with a forbidden need.

He undressed her slowly, his hands worshipping every curve as he revealed her skin. When she was finally bare before him, he stepped back, his eyes drinking her in. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He stripped off his own clothes, his body hard and demanding. She couldn’t look away, her heart racing as he approached her again.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down. His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing and tormenting her until she was writhing beneath him. She hated herself for wanting him, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure he was giving her. When he finally entered her, she cried out, her body arching against his.

He fucked her with a relentless intensity, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; all she could do was feel. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body trembling with each thrust. When she came, it was with a scream, her nails digging into his back as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

He wasn’t far behind, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breaths coming in heavy gasps. She lay there, her body still tingling, her mind in chaos. She wanted to hate him, to push him away and never see him again. But as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of comfort.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding. “Always will be.”

[wet-heat]

Hah, maybe it will be a trilogy about a rich single dad who is obsessed with his daughter. Imagine: she has been acting as his wife for a long time: managing the mansion as a hostess, taking care of dad in all respects - from cooking to satisfying him. After all, she wants daddy to be happy. And he is told that it is high time for him to marry again and have an heir...

Hi love xxx i don't usually write multiple part stories on my blog (every once in a while i write a follow up on a story i posted but those can generally be read as stand alones). If you like this part and want me to continue it for you, you can commission it <333

The mansion was quiet except for the faint hum of the grand chandelier in the dining room, its crystals catching the dim light of the evening. She stood at the head of the table, her back to her father as she carefully poured him another glass of wine. The red liquid swirled in the crystal glass, a deep, rich crimson that matched the flush creeping up her neck. She could feel his eyes on her, lingering, tracing the curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her hips just so. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt his gaze like this, heavy and unspoken, but tonight it felt different. Hotter. More deliberate.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” his voice rumbled, low and thick, as he leaned back in his chair. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the aroma of the perfectly cooked meal she’d prepared. “The lamb... exquisite. Just like everything else you do.”

She turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “I’m glad you liked it, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” Her voice was soft, but there was a flicker of something else in it, something that made his jaw tighten, his fingers flex around the stem of his wine glass.

“You always do,” he said, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her. “You always take care of me.”

The air between them thickened, charged with something neither of them had ever dared to name. She set the wine bottle down and moved closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. Her dress swayed with each step, the fabric brushing against her thighs in a way that made her skin prickle with awareness. When she reached his side, she hesitated for just a moment before leaning down to clear his plate. Her fingers brushed against his as she reached for the silverware, and the contact sent a jolt through her, sharp and electric.

He caught her wrist before she could pull away, his grip firm but not painful. “Stay,” he said, his voice rough, commanding. “Leave the plates.”

Her breath hitched, and she straightened slowly, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep her composure. “Daddy...?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make the heat in his gaze flare.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he tugged her forward until she was standing between his legs, her hips almost brushing against his. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip in a gesture that was tender but possessive. “You’ve been so good to me,” he murmured, his voice a deep, intoxicating rumble. “Always so perfect.”

Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his thumb pressed harder against her lower lip, tracing the curve of it. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, the way his eyes roamed over her face like he was committing every detail to memory. “I-I just want to make you happy,” she repeated, her voice trembling now, her body leaning into his touch almost involuntarily.

“You do,” he said, his hand sliding from her cheek to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You make me so happy.” His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he tilted her face up to his. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Then, slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft, almost tentative at first.

But it didn’t stay that way.

As soon as her lips parted under his, the kiss deepened, turned hungry, desperate. His tongue slid against hers, claiming, demanding, and she moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding up to cup the back of his neck. The taste of him was intoxicating—rich, masculine, a hint of the wine they’d shared, and she couldn’t get enough.

His hands moved over her body, exploring, worshiping, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her. One hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his fingers trailing up her thigh until they found the edge of her lace panties. She gasped against his lips, her hips jerking forward instinctively as he teased the sensitive skin there.

“Daddy...” she whimpered, her voice breaking on the word, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Shh,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke her, slow and deliberate. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Her head fell back, a moan escaping her throat as his fingers circled her clit, the pressure just enough to make her toes curl in her heels. She was already wet, her body trembling with need, and when he slipped a finger inside her, she cried out, her hips rocking against his hand.

“So tight,” he growled, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. “So perfect.”

She could barely think, barely breathe, as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her in a way that made her see stars. Her hips moved on their own, chasing the pleasure he was giving her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“Daddy, please...” she begged, her voice trembling, her body shaking with the need for release.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

She hesitated for just a moment, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but then the words spilled out of her, raw and unfiltered. “I want you. I want you.”

His hand stilled, and for a moment, she thought she’d gone too far. But then he stood, lifting her effortlessly, and carried her to the table. The plates and glasses clattered as he cleared a space and laid her down, her dress rucking up around her waist. He stepped back for just a moment to undo his belt and unzip his pants, and when he stood before her again, fully exposed, her breath caught in her throat.

He was huge, the length of him thick and veined, the tip already glistening with precum. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she reached for him instinctively, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and giving him a tentative stroke.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and then he was on top of her, pressing her into the table, his lips claiming hers in another searing kiss. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her dress down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

“Perfect,” he muttered again, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking and biting until she was writhing beneath him.

She could feel the tip of him pressing against her entrance, and she spread her legs wider, silently begging him to take her. He didn’t make her wait. With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made her cry out.

“Oh, Daddy!” she screamed, her nails scratching down his back as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless.

He groaned against her neck, his hips snapping against hers, each movement driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, the pleasure building and building until it was almost too much to bear.

“Come for me, princess,” he growled, his hand slipping between them to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation was too much, and with a final, broken cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as she came. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, filling her with his warmth.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, panting, their bodies still connected as they came down from their high. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he looked down at her.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Do you understand? Mine.”

She nodded, her heart racing, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and submission.

[wet-heat]

Can you do cold unaffectionate dad that secretly wants to fuck his deeply attached and clingy daughter? Like she pleads and begs for attention and affection for days and as shes about to give up he finally ravishes her

For days, she had been pleading, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, talk to me,” she begged, her hands twisting in the hem of her shirt. “Just look at me. Just once.” But he remained cold, his back turned, his silence louder than any words he could have spoken. She stood in the doorway of his study, her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and longing.

He sat at his desk, his broad shoulders tense, his face unreadable. His indifference was a knife, cutting deeper each time she reached out. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself. Her need for him was too consuming, too primal. She stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. “Dad,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Why won’t you just…notice me?”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch. His focus remained on the papers in front of him, his pen moving across them with deliberate precision. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes but refused to let them fall. Instead, she moved closer until she was standing right beside him. Her hand reached out, trembling, and rested on his shoulder.

His muscles tensed beneath her touch, but he still didn’t look at her. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and cold.

She ignored him, her fingers tightening on his shoulder. “I just want you to care,” she said, her voice soft but insistent. “Why do you act like I don’t exist? What did I do wrong?”

Finally, he turned his head, his dark eyes meeting hers. There was something in his gaze, something she couldn’t quite place, that made her breath catch. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, his voice still cold but with an edge she didn’t recognize. “You’re just…too much. Too needy. Too clingy.”

Her heart sank, but she refused to back down. “I wouldn’t be this way if you’d just give me something,” she said, her voice trembling with frustration. “Anything. A look. A word. Just…something.”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping back against the floor. She stumbled back, startled by the sudden movement. His towering frame loomed over her, his presence overwhelming. She looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick with tension.

Then, without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. She gasped, her hands flying to his chest for balance. His grip was firm, almost painful, but she didn’t resist. She couldn’t. His proximity was intoxicating, his scent filling her senses.

“You want my attention?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is that what you want?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “Then you’re going to get it,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. “But don’t you dare regret it.”

Before she could respond, his lips crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. His tongue forced its way past her lips, claiming her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

His hands moved to her hips, lifting her easily and setting her on the edge of the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but neither of them noticed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her, and it sent a shiver of desire through her.

He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with lust. “You’ve been begging for this,” he said, his voice rough. “Now you’re going to take it.”

She nodded, her body aching for him. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Please.”

He didn’t need further encouragement. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head in one swift motion. Her bra followed, leaving her chest exposed. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts.

She gasped as he squeezed them, her nipples hardening under his touch. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. She arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as pleasure surged through her.

His other hand moved down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. She trembled as his fingers found her already wet folds, stroking her with a practiced ease. “So eager,” he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

“Dad,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Please.”

He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers. “Please what?” he demanded, his voice harsh.

“I need you,” she said, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands moved to her shorts, yanking them down her legs along with her panties. She was completely exposed now, her body trembling with anticipation. He stepped back, quickly undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free his throbbing erection.

She bit her lip as she took in the sight of him, her body aching with need. He stepped forward, positioning himself at her entrance. “This is what you wanted,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Now take it.”

With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, allowing her a moment to adjust to his size, but then he began to move, his hips thrusting into her with a relentless intensity.

She clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into her again and again. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through her body. “Dad,” she moaned, her voice filled with both shock and desire.

He growled, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “You wanted this,” he said, his voice rough. “You begged for it. Now you’re going to take every inch of me.”

She could only nod, her body consumed by the sensations he was eliciting. Her orgasm built quickly, the pressure coiling deep within her. “I’m close,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

He didn’t slow down, his thrusts only growing more frantic. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice filled with authority.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body exploded with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she cried out his name. He continued to thrust into her, driving her through her orgasm until he finally reached his own release. He let out a low groan, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her.

They remained like that for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies still joined. Then, he pulled out, stepping back and tucking himself back into his pants. She stared up at him, her body still trembling, her heart racing.

He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. “You got what you wanted,” he said, his voice cold. “Now get out.”

She blinked, the weight of his words sinking in. But before she could respond, he turned away, leaving her sitting on the edge of the desk, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their encounter.

[wet-heat]

Imagine situation: a dad has been raising his sweet, curious daughter since she was a child. They are very close and love each other very much. And then her body grows up, and she starts wanting intimate relationships because all her friends already have boyfriends. And she comes to her dad because she always knows that he will support her, and she trusts him very much. And he has wanted her for a long time. So, first he teaches her to kiss, and seeing that she enjoys it, he understands that he can finally make her his.

She stood in the doorway of his study, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Her cheeks were flushed, and she avoided his gaze, her fingers twitching nervously. He looked up from his book, noticing her hesitation, and set it down on the table.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and inviting. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

She stepped further into the room, her voice barely above a whisper. “Dad…I don’t know how to talk about this.”

He leaned forward, his expression gentle. “You can tell me anything,” he assured her, his heart racing as he noticed the way her body had started to fill out, the way her innocence was mingling with the first hints of womanhood.

She took a deep breath, her fingers twisting together. “All my friends…they’re kissing boys. They talk about it all the time, and I—I don’t even know how to—” She broke off, her face turning crimson.

He felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a mix of guilt and desire that he had tried to suppress for years. But the way she looked at him now, so trusting, so vulnerable, made it impossible to ignore. “You want to learn?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

She nodded, her eyes wide and curious. “Will you teach me?”

He hesitated for a moment, the weight of what he was about to do pressing down on him. But then he stood, crossing the room until he was standing in front of her. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, and he felt a surge of longing that he couldn’t resist.

“Close your eyes,” he murmured, his hand reaching up to gently cup her cheek. She obeyed instantly, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed over her soft skin. He leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she tilted her head up, her lips trembling with anticipation.

Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft at first, just a brush of skin against skin, but then he deepened it, his other hand coming to rest on her waist. She gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as she pressed closer to him.

He could feel her inexperience in the way she hesitated, the way her lips moved awkwardly against his. But he guided her, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she parted them, allowing him access. Her moan was muffled as their tongues met, exploring each other in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders as she leaned into the kiss, her body arching unconsciously toward him. He could feel her inexperience giving way to desire, her responses becoming more eager as she learned what he was teaching her.

When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless, her lips swollen and glistening. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was…”

He didn’t let her finish. Instead, he kissed her again, this time with more urgency, his hands sliding down to her hips to pull her closer. She melted into him, her body molding against his as their kiss deepened. Her inexperience was fading quickly, replaced by a growing confidence as she followed his lead.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves that he had admired from afar for so long. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at her delicate skin. She gasped, her head falling back to give him better access. “Dad…please…” she whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding up under her shirt to stroke the smooth skin of her back.

She shivered, her voice trembling with desire. “I want…more.”

He pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. She blushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but he gently pulled them away, replacing them with his own hands. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.

She moaned, her hips arching against him as he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teasing and sucking until she was writhing in his arms.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her over to the couch and laying her down gently. She looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. He knelt between her legs, his hands sliding down to her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it bunched around her waist.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips lifting off the couch as his fingers pressed against her through the thin material.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs until she was completely exposed to him. He couldn’t resist the urge to taste her, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh until he reached her core.

She cried out, her hands gripping the couch cushions as his tongue found her sensitive bud. He circled it slowly, teasing her until she was trembling with need. Then he flicked his tongue over it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Dad…oh God, Dad…” she moaned, her hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. He slid a finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that made her scream with pleasure.

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body arching off the couch as she cried out his name. He continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out her pleasure until she was completely spent.

When he finally pulled away, she was trembling, her body slick with sweat. She looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes, her lips slightly parted.

“Dad…I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants until he was fully exposed. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length, her touch tentative but eager.

He groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand as she stroked him. But he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his length pressing against her entrance.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. “Dad, I—I’ve never—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I’ll be gentle.”

He pushed into her slowly, her tightness gripping him like a vice. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice strained as he began to move inside her. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”

She moaned, her body adjusting to him as he began to thrust into her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hips lifted to meet his, her body responding to him with a need that matched his own.

Her moans grew louder, her hands clinging to him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her climax hit her hard, her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own release crashing over him as he thrust into her one final time, filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined as they both caught their breath.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire. “Dad, that was…amazing,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re amazing,” he replied, his voice filled with awe.

She smiled back at him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion. “Dad…can we do it again?” she asked, her voice filled with a need that matched his own.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He kissed her deeply, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. And as they lost themselves in each other once again, he knew that this was just the beginning.

[wet-heat]

can i get two big brothers using their little innocent and naive sister please??💖

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed demurely, a picture of innocence. Her big brothers stood before her, their presence dominating the space. The air was thick with tension, a palpable electricity that crackled between them.

"You’ve never done this before, have you?" the older brother asked, his voice low and husky. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the curve of her thighs, the way her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap.

She shook her head, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "N-no," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don’t know what to do."

The younger brother stepped forward, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. God, she’s beautiful, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "We’ll take care of you. We’ll show you everything."

Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. This is wrong, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered, but the heat pooling between her thighs drowned it out. She wanted this. She wanted them.

The older brother knelt before her, his hands settling on her knees. He could feel the nervous tremble in her legs, the way her body tensed under his touch. "Relax," he coaxed, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Just let us take care of you."

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as his hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her skirt higher and higher. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The younger brother moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders. "You’re so tense," he murmured, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck. He could feel her pulse racing under his mouth, the way her body shivered under his touch. "Let go, little sister. Let us make you feel good."

Her head fell back against his chest, a soft moan escaping her lips as the older brother’s mouth moved higher, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path up her thigh. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"You’re so wet," the older brother growled, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness that soaked through the thin fabric. "Do you want this, little sister? Do you want us to make you feel good?"

She nodded frantically, her hips lifting off the bed as he pulled her panties down, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Her face burned with embarrassment, but the desire coursing through her veins was too strong to ignore. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please... please make me feel good."

The younger brother’s hands moved down to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips as he pinched them lightly, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "We’re going to take such good care of you."

The older brother’s tongue flicked against her clit, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. Oh God, she thought, her mind spinning as waves of pleasure crashed over her. This is... this is too much. But she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

Her hands tangled in her older brother’s hair as he continued to lavish her with attention, his tongue exploring every inch of her. The younger brother’s hands moved down to her hips, holding her still as she writhed under their combined ministrations. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body trembling with every touch, every lick, every kiss.

The older brother pulled away, his breath hot against her wetness. "You’re so beautiful like this," he murmured, his fingers slipping inside her. She moaned, her body clenching around him as he began to move, his thumb pressing against her clit. "Do you like that, little sister? Do you like the way we make you feel?"

She could only nod, her words lost in the haze of pleasure that consumed her. Her younger brother’s lips found hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving to his shoulders as he lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air.

Her older brother’s fingers continued to move inside her, his thumb rubbing circles against her clit. She was so close, the pressure building inside her with every stroke. "Come for us, little sister," the younger brother whispered, his lips brushing against hers. "Let us see you fall apart."

And she did. Her body convulsed, a cry tearing from her throat as the pleasure crashed over her in waves. Her older brother’s fingers kept moving, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping for breath, her body trembling with aftershocks.

The younger brother’s hands moved down to her waist, unfastening his pants as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. "W-wait," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I’ve never..."

"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "We’ll go slow. We’ll take care of you."

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was still so sensitive from her orgasm, and the thought of him inside her was almost too much to bear. But she wanted this. She wanted him.

He thrust into her slowly, his hands gripping her hips as he filled her completely. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation almost overwhelming. "You’re so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers. "So perfect."

She whimpered as he began to move, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her older brother’s hands moved to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as she rode their younger brother. She was caught between them, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire.

"You’re such a good girl," the older brother murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. "Taking us so well."

She could only moan in response, her body moving in time with her younger brother’s thrusts. The pleasure was building again, her body trembling with the need for release. "Faster," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... I need... I need more."

Her younger brother obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure washed over her in waves. She could feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. It was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough.

The older brother’s hands moved down to her clit, his fingers rubbing quick, tight circles as she rode the younger brother. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

"Come for us, little sis."

She could barely catch her breath as her younger brother’s pace quickened, his body pressing hard against hers, driving her closer to the edge. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin. The older brother’s fingers continued to work her clit with precision, the combination of sensations overwhelming her. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. “I’m… I’m going to…” she gasped, her voice broken and desperate.

Her younger brother didn’t let up, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, his breath hot against her neck. “Come for us,” he whispered, his voice soft but commanding. “Let go, baby sister. We’ve got you.”

She cried out, her body arching as the pleasure erupted through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her younger brother groaned, his own release following hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he spilled inside her. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, before slowly pulling out, his softening cock slick with her arousal.

The older brother didn’t waste a second. He moved into position, his stern gaze locking onto hers. “My turn,” he growled, his voice low and husky. She shivered at the sound, her body still tingling from her orgasm. He didn’t wait for her to respond, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself and pushed inside her in one swift, firm motion. She gasped, her body still sensitive, but her older brother’s size and dominance sent a new rush of heat through her.

“Oh… oh, God…” she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. He was thicker, more demanding than her younger brother, and she could feel every inch of him as he filled her completely. He didn’t move at first, letting her adjust to him, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her younger brother, still catching his breath, moved beside her, his hands gently cupping her breasts. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “So fucking perfect.”

She shivered at his words, her older brother’s cock still buried deep inside her. The combination of their attention, their touch, their voices, was overwhelming. Her older brother began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped anyway, soft and whimpering.

“Don’t hold back,” her older brother commanded, his voice firm. “Let me hear you.” His pace quickened, his hips slapping against hers with a rhythmic intensity that made her toes curl. She cried out, her hands clutching at the sheets as her body began to build toward another climax.

Her younger brother leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re such a good girl, taking him like this. So tight, so wet… just for us.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she moaned louder, her hips instinctively rising to meet her older brother’s thrusts.

Her older brother’s hands tightened on her hips, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice raw with possessiveness. “Always fucking mine.”

She could feel him pulse inside her, feel the way his cock seemed to swell even more as he got closer to his own release. Her younger brother’s hands moved to her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. The sensations were too much, her body strung tight like a bow, ready to snap.

“I can’t… I can’t hold on…” she gasped, her voice trembling with the weight of her impending orgasm.

“Then don’t,” her younger brother whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let go, baby sister. Come for us again.”

Her older brother’s thrusts became harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with the intensity of it. Her older brother groaned, his own release following hers, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside her. He kept moving, drawing out both their orgasms until they were both breathless and trembling.

Her younger brother continued to play with her nipples, his touch gentle but persistent, as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching her. His lips found her neck again, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. “Should have done this sooner,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I could never get enough of you.”

Her older brother pulled out slowly, his cock slick with their combined arousal. He leaned over her, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her deeply, possessively.

Her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her older brother moved to the side, but her younger brother didn’t let her go, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close. “You were incredible,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “I love you so much.”

She didn’t know what to say, her mind still foggy with pleasure. She just leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. Her older brother watched them, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite place. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Get some rest,” he said, his voice softer now.

[wet-heat]

How about a nice Daddy Daughter story?

Single Dad, raised his Daughter and homeschooled her since she was little.

Bright and curious Daughter who is starting to suspect some of Daddies lessons aren't quite the usual curriculum. And why is her belly starting to get so big?

Maybe it's time for a lesson on the birds and the bees?

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes of light across the living room. She sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a textbook open in her lap. But her focus wasn’t on the pages. No, her mind was elsewhere, on the way her body had started to feel different, heavier, warmer. She shifted uncomfortably, her hand drifting to her stomach, the curve of it more pronounced than it had been just weeks ago. What’s happening to me? she wondered, her heart fluttering with a mix of confusion and something else she couldn’t quite name.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” His voice broke through her thoughts, deep and smooth, like honey poured over steel. She looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He was holding a glass of water, his eyes fixed on her with that familiar intensity that made her breath catch.

“Yeah, just…thinking,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, not when her cheeks were already flushing with heat.

He crossed the room in a few strides, setting the glass down on the coffee table before taking a seat beside her. The couch dipped under his weight, and she felt the warmth of his body radiating toward her. Too close, she thought, her pulse quickening. But she didn’t move away.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, his tone gentle but probing. “Something on your mind?”

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of the textbook. How could she tell him? How could she put into words the questions that had been swirling in her head, the ones that made her stomach twist with a strange, aching need? Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke. “Daddy…why is my body changing?”

He didn’t respond right away, and she dared a glance at him. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes hooded as they studied her. Then he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. The touch was soft, almost tender, but it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Because you’re growing up,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Your body’s becoming a woman’s. It’s natural.”

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “But…it feels different. Not just my body. Everything.” She hesitated, her next words trembling on her lips. “Why do I feel this way…around you?”

His hand stilled, his fingers lingering just above her cheek. For a moment, the room was so quiet she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat. Then he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Because you’re ready,” he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. “Ready to learn what it means to be a woman.”

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she felt his hand slide down to her shoulder, his touch firm but gentle as he guided her to face him.

“Trust me,” he said, his gaze locked on hers. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

Her heart was pounding now, a mix of fear and anticipation making her head spin. She nodded, barely aware of the movement, as his hand moved lower, skimming down her arm until his fingers brushed against her hip. His touch was electric, sending sparks of heat through her veins.

“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he soothed, his other hand cupping her cheek. “Just relax, sweetheart. Let me show you.”

She closed her eyes, her body instinctively leaning into his touch. His lips grazed her forehead, then her cheek, and finally, they found hers. The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it quickly deepened, his tongue slipping past her lips to explore her mouth. She moaned softly, her hands clutching at his shirt as the sensation overwhelmed her.

He pulled her closer, her body molding against his as his hands roamed over her. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her thigh, and the realization sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. This is wrong, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered. But the rest of her didn’t care. All she wanted was more.

His hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers splaying across her bare skin. She gasped as he thumbed over her nipple, the sensation almost too much to bear. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. She was exposed now, her breasts bare, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he took one peak into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. His other hand slid down to her waist, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.

She was burning now, every nerve in her body alight with desire. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the throbbing ache that demanded to be soothed. “Daddy, please…” she whimpered, her hands fisting in his hair.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with need as he looked at her. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His fingers slid lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to touch her.

She gasped as his fingers found her slick folds, her hips jerking involuntarily. “Oh, God…” she moaned, her head falling back as he began to stroke her. His touch was expert, knowing exactly where to apply pressure, how to make her writhe with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a low growl. “Let go for me.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body trembled as the pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over her until she was crying out, her release washing through her in a blinding rush.

He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work her through her climax until she was a quivering mess in his arms. “Good girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re doing so well.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Daddy…” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I…I need more.”

He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made her shiver. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, his hand moving to the button of his pants.

[wet-heat]

Pervy teacher/mentor who knows that she’s vulnerable due to her home situation, but he just can’t help but take advantage of it

The classroom was empty except for her, sitting hunched over her desk, her notebook open but untouched. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a pale glow over her trembling hands. She’d been staying late again, as she often did, avoiding the chaos of home, the shouting, the slamming doors. She thought she was safe here. Alone.

But she wasn’t alone.

“Still here?” His voice cut through the silence, smooth and deliberate, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that seemed oddly menacing in their casualness. Her teacher. Her protector. Or so she’d once thought.

“I… I was just finishing up,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands fumbled to close the notebook, but her movements were clumsy, betraying her unease.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo in the empty room. Too quiet, she thought. Too final. “No rush,” he said, his tone light, almost playful. But there was something beneath it, something darker and hungrier. “You’ve been staying late a lot lately. Problems at home?”

She stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. How did he know? Had it been that obvious? “I… it’s nothing,” she lied, her voice trembling.

He moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of fear through her. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he said softly, his voice dripping with faux concern. “I’m here to help you. You know that, don’t you?”

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. He’s just trying to help, she told herself. He cares. But the way he was looking at her, his gaze lingering, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite name, made her skin crawl.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder, and she flinched. “Relax,” he murmured, his hand sliding down her arm in a slow, deliberate caress. “You’re so tense. You shouldn’t have to carry all this weight on your own.”

She wanted to pull away, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in her throat. He was her teacher. He was supposed to be helping her. But this… this wasn’t help. This was something else entirely.

He stepped closer, his body now pressing against hers, trapping her between the desk and his solid frame. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne—sharp and musky, overpowering her senses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you know that? So… vulnerable. It’s intoxicating.”

Her breath hitched, her body trembling as his hands moved to her waist, his grip firm, possessive. This is wrong, she thought desperately. This is so wrong. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. She was frozen, caught between fear and something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “Let me make you feel good.”

She gasped as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and her stomach twisted with a mix of dread and arousal. No, she thought. This isn’t what I want. But her body betrayed her, a traitorous heat pooling between her thighs.

He chuckled low in his throat, as if he could sense her internal struggle. “You want this,” he said, his voice confident, commanding. “You need this. Let me give it to you.”

Before she could protest, his lips were on hers, his kiss hot and demanding, swallowing her gasp of surprise. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth with a possessiveness that left her dizzy. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too strong, his body pinning her in place.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “You’re mine now,” he growled, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. She gasped as the cool air hit her skin, her bra the only barrier between her nakedness and his hungry gaze.

He didn’t waste time, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her bra. She whimpered as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. No, she thought desperately. I shouldn’t like this. But her body had other ideas, her nipples hardening under his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

He smirked, clearly pleased with her reaction, and leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over her. This is wrong, she thought. So wrong. But the words felt hollow, drowned out by the heat pooling between her thighs.

He pulled back, his eyes burning with desire as he undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were bare now, and he wasted no time in taking one in his hand, squeezing it roughly as his mouth descended on the other. She moaned, her head falling back as he sucked and teased her nipple, his tongue flicking over it in a way that drove her wild.

His free hand slid down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt to cup her through her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he rubbed her through the wet fabric. “So eager,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re soaked already.”

She wanted to deny it, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself spreading her legs, giving him better access as his fingers pressed harder against her. He chuckled, the sound dark and predatory, and slid her panties to the side, his fingers brushing against her slick folds.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “So fucking wet for me. You want this, don’t you?”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, but her body betrayed her, her hips grinding against his hand as he slid a finger inside her. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming as he began to move, his thumb pressing against her clit in a perfect rhythm that had her seeing stars.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear as he added a second finger, stretching her, filling her. “Say it.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face as he continued to finger her, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice harsh, commanding.

“I-I’m yours,” she gasped, her body trembling as the pleasure built, threatening to consume her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster now, his thumb pressing against her clit in a way that had her screaming his name as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.

He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work her through her orgasm, until she was whimpering, overstimulated and desperate. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, stop.”

He smirked, pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied grin. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his eyes dark with desire. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before she could protest, he was on his knees, pulling her skirt up and yanking her panties down to her ankles. She gasped as his hands spread her legs, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t.”

He ignored her, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up her slit, and she cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he began to feast on her, his tongue flicking against her clit in a way that had her seeing stars. She tried to hold back, to fight the pleasure building inside her, but it was no use.

He was relentless, his tongue lapping at her, his fingers plunging inside her, until she was screaming, her body convulsing with another earth-shattering orgasm. He didn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck at her until she was trembling, overstimulated and desperate.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, stop.”

He pulled back, looking up at her with a smirk. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. “I could eat you all day.”

“Do it,” she gasped, her body trembling with need. “Fuck me.”

[wet-heat]

Uncle cockwarming/using his niece while she’s writing her thesis and then rewarding her by making her cum so hard she passes out (bonus points if he keeps using her with a lil somno!!) 💖

The laptop’s glow was the only light in the room, casting a pale blue sheen over her tired face. Her fingers moved sluggishly across the keyboard, the sound of each tap echoing in the quiet space. She was deep in the throes of her thesis, the words blurring together as exhaustion threatened to pull her under. Her eyelids drooped, and she leaned back in the chair, rubbing her temples.

That’s when she felt it, the familiar warmth of his presence behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His cologne, subtle yet intoxicating, filled her senses. His hands settled on her shoulders, firm but gentle, kneading the tension from her muscles. She exhaled softly, her body instinctively relaxing under his touch.

“You’ve been working too hard,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. His fingers traced the curve of her neck, lingering for a moment before sliding down her arms.

She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as his hands moved lower, brushing against the sides of her breasts. “I… I need to finish this,” she whispered, though her voice wavered.

“You need a break,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him. She could feel the heat of his body through her thin t-shirt, the firmness of his chest pressing into her back. “Let me help you relax.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as his lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. His hands moved up her sides, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt before slipping underneath. She gasped softly as his fingertips grazed her bare skin, the touch sending jolts of electricity through her body.

“Uncle…” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. “Just let me take care of you.”

His hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, the fabric of her bra doing little to dull the sensation. He unclasped it with practiced ease, letting it fall away as his hands returned to her bare skin. Her breath hitched as he pinched her nipples lightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She leaned back against him, her body growing pliant under his ministrations. His hands left her breasts, sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her pajama shorts. He hooked his fingers into the elastic, pulling them down along with her panties in one smooth motion. She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her body already heating with anticipation.

He spun the chair around, forcing her to face him. Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in his pants, already straining against the fabric. He stepped closer, his hands gripping the arms of the chair and trapping her between them. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

She hesitated for a moment before obeying, parting her lips slightly. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened length. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her lips. He pushed forward, sliding into her mouth. She moaned around him, the taste of him flooding her senses.

He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling her, the way her tongue pressed against him with each movement. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, her body trembling with need.

He pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. He took her hand, guiding it to his cock. “Touch me,” he ordered, his voice rough.

She wrapped her fingers around him, her palm sliding up and down his length. He groaned, his head tilting back as she stroked him. His hand moved to her inner thigh, fingers brushing against her already wet heat. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

She nodded eagerly, her body aching for him. He smirked, lifting her from the chair and setting her on the edge of the desk. He stepped between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. She gasped as he pushed inside, her body stretching to accommodate him.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he began to thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body trembling with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Let go for me.”

Her back arched as the wave of pleasure crested, her entire body convulsing as she came. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge, his release spilling inside her.

She collapsed against him, her body boneless as she struggled to catch her breath. He held her close, his lips brushing against her forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion overtook her. She barely registered the sound of him zipping up his pants or the feel of him lifting her into his arms. She was vaguely aware of him carrying her to the bed, laying her down gently before sliding in beside her.

She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the way his hand crept between her thighs once more. His fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, stirring her back to consciousness. She moaned softly, her body responding instinctively.

“Uncle…” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just relax.”

His fingers slid into her, moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her hips lifting to meet his hand. He added a second finger, stretching her as he curled them inside her. She gasped, her body trembling as he found that sweet spot.

Her climax hit her suddenly, her body convulsing as pleasure surged through her. He stroked her through it, his fingers continuing to move until she was limp and boneless once more. She drifted off to sleep again, unaware of the way his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

He didn’t stop there, his hand moving back between her thighs as her breathing slowed. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you wake up.”