She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but my old t-shirt, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass. At twenty-two she still called me Daddy like it was the most natural thing in the world, but the way she said it lately had changed. It came out lower, needier.
"Daddy," she said, leaning against the counter so the shirt rode up. "I can't sleep again."
I set my coffee down. "You know what happens when you walk around like that."
She smiled, slow and filthy. "That's why I'm doing it."
I crossed the room in three steps, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back. "You want it rough tonight, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Make it hurt."
I spun her around and bent her over the counter. The shirt went up, her bare ass out. No panties, of course. I slapped her right cheek hard enough to leave a red print. She moaned and pushed back against my hand.
"Spread your legs," I ordered.
She did.
I shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was already soaked, dripping down my knuckles. I finger-fucked her fast and mean while my other hand kept her pinned by the back of the neck.
"Fuck, Daddy, yes," she gasped. "Deeper."
I added a third finger and curled them until she started shaking. Her juices ran down my wrist. When she was close I pulled out and wiped my hand on her ass.
"Not yet," I said. "You come when I say."
I freed my cock, already hard and leaking. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness, then slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. She cried out, body jerking forward against the counter. I didn't give her time to adjust. I fucked her like I owned her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
Her cunt squeezed me tight. "Tell me whose pussy this is," I growled.
"Yours, Daddy. Only yours."
I reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I pounded her. She came hard, legs trembling, cunt pulsing around my cock. I kept going, chasing my own release, using her body until I flooded her deep.
We weren't done.
I pulled out and spun her to face me. "On your knees."
She dropped immediately, mouth open. I fed her my cock, still slick with her cum and mine. She sucked greedily, taking me to the back of her throat while I held her head and fucked her face. Tears ran down her cheeks but she didn't pull away. When I was ready again I hauled her up, carried her to the couch, and laid her on her back with her legs over my shoulders.
This time I took it slower but deeper, grinding against her clit on every thrust. She clawed at my back, begging.
"Harder, Daddy. Break me."
I gave her what she asked for. By the time I came again she was a shaking, cum-drunk mess, thighs sticky, voice hoarse from screaming my name.
Later, when she curled against my chest, she whispered, "Again tomorrow?"
I kissed the top of her head. "Every night you want it, baby girl. You're mine."
She smiled against my skin. "Always, Daddy."
