She stepped into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his old shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. "Daddy," she said, voice low and bratty, "I can't sleep again."
He didn't look up from the sink at first. Just kept rinsing the glass like he hadn't noticed how hard his cock was already getting. "You know the rules, baby girl. It's late."
She walked right up behind him and pressed her tits against his back. "Rules are for when Mom's home. She's not."
His hands stilled. He turned, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her onto the counter in one rough motion. "You keep pushing this and one night I'm not gonna stop."
"Good," she whispered, spreading her legs so the shirt rode up. "Don't stop."
He shoved two fingers straight into her pussy without warning. She was already soaked, dripping down his knuckles. "Fuck, look at you. Walking around my house like a little whore who needs her daddy's cock."
She moaned and rocked against his hand. "Been wet for you all day. Kept thinking about last night."
He pumped his fingers harder, thumb grinding on her clit. "Last night I only let you suck it. Tonight you're taking every inch."
She reached for his belt, yanking it open. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy, already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow and filthy. "Want it in my mouth first, Daddy. Want to taste it before you fuck me stupid."
He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down. She slid off the counter onto her knees and took him straight to the back of her throat. No teasing, just wet, sloppy sucking, spit running down his balls while she gagged on him. He fucked her face in short, hard thrusts, watching her eyes water.
"Such a good little cocksucker for Daddy," he growled. "You were made for this."
When he pulled her up she was gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. He spun her around, bent her over the counter, and kicked her feet apart. One thrust and he buried himself balls-deep in her cunt. She cried out, pushing back to take more.
He fucked her like he owned her, hips slapping loud and wet against her ass. Every time she tried to talk he slammed in harder, making her words break into moans. "Daddy… Daddy, it's so deep…"
"Shut up and take it," he said, reaching around to rub her clit in fast circles. "You wanted Daddy's dick, now you're getting it."
She came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn't slow down. He kept pounding through her orgasm until she was whimpering, then pulled out and spun her to face him again. He lifted her back onto the counter, hooked her knees over his elbows, and slid back inside.
This time he watched her face while he fucked her. Watched every gasp, every time her eyes rolled back. "Look at me when I fill you up."
He came deep, groaning, pumping thick loads into her while she clutched his shoulders and begged for it. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked out of her and dripped onto the floor.
She smiled, lazy and satisfied, and reached down to scoop some onto her fingers. She licked them clean while staring at him.
"Round two in your bed, Daddy?"
He slapped her ass, hard enough to leave a mark. "Get upstairs. And don't bother putting that shirt back on."
She walked away swinging her hips, cum still trailing down her thigh. He watched her go, already getting hard again.
It was going to be a long night.
