This story contains incest between consenting adults. It is a quick scene based on characters I created for a three-chapter series called, "Ava's Immoral Soul." If you would like to read more about Ava and Rob, check that out!
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"Daddy..."
"Mmm..."
"Please, daddy. I want you inside of me..."
Rob groans as he wakes up, loath to leave the erotic dream his sleeping brain lovingly crafted for him. In the dream, his curvy daughter was rubbing his tingling cock, begging him to fuck her.
It had been a good dream. No wonder he didn't want to wake up.
Disoriented, he turns his head to look at the bedside clock. Its softly illuminated numbers shine the time: 2:27am. Behind the clock, his sleep-gummed eyes spy swirling snowflakes beyond the window.
Screw you, storm,
he thinks disjointedly, imagining the torment his back will endure in six hours when he has to shovel the driveway.
But for now, at least, he is warm and cozy in his bed. Beneath the blankets his arms and legs feel heavy and sluggish, and for that matter, so do his eyelids. He is drifting off again when the door to his bedroom creaks, jarring his consciousness back from the depths to focus on his surroundings.
Faint footsteps are muffled by the plush carpet, just barely audible. Dread begins to spike the tiredness in his veins and he draws in a steadying breath, only to catch a familiar whiff of shampoo and sex.
Ava.
A moment later his blankets are moving, drawn to the side as his daughter slides onto the bed beside him. Rob keeps his eyes closed, measuring his breaths to maintain a façade of sleep. He wishes his cock would play dead, too, but it was already at half-staff when he woke up and shows no sign of relenting now.
"Dad?"
Her voice is little more than an expulsion of breath; testing him, he realizes, to see if he's awake. Rob says nothing, waiting to see what his behaviorally-challenged daughter is up to. He doesn't have to wait long to find out.
Ava's hand rests lightly on his chest, the tips of her fingers brushing gently through the hair. "Are you awake?" He is glad that his head is turned away from her, that she cannot see the way he struggles to remain still as her hand drifts lower, smoothing down his abdomen towards his stirring cock.
"Don't be mad, daddy," she breathes, gripping the half-stiff pole in her skillful hand. He hears her moan, pleased with the state she found it in. "Ooh, that's it. Get hard for me." It is hard to deny his daughter anything, even when he's supposed to be sleeping. As she slowly but deftly works her snug fist along his length, Rob can feel himself swelling. The rush of blood going straight to his cock leaves his whole body tingling with a pleasurable lightness.
The bed creaks as Ava moves, lifting the covers cautiously to straddle his thighs. Her pussy makes brief contact with the side of his leg, and even though he has intimate knowledge of her body, it still surprises him how wet she gets. Her juices cling to his skin, musky and fragrant in the draft created by falling covers.
"Oh, daddy, you're so fucking hard," she sighs happily, still gripping his engorged meat in her fist. Straddling him as she is, sitting upright on her long plump thighs, Rob is tempted more than ever to discard his ruse of sleep to watch her. He can only imagine how erotic she must look right now, those gorgeous breasts of her unrestrained in the soft winter moonlight. His throat is dry, lips clenched into a thin bloodless line to prevent any moans from escaping him.
His restraint is tested when she shimmies closer to his hips, purposefully guiding his cockhead against the slippery slit between her legs. Exhaling heavily through his nose, Rob's fingers clench into the sheets, wishing he had a fistful of her round ass instead.
Ava teases herself with his cock for what seems an eternity. As she rubs the fleshy head of his dick around her clit and juicy slit, she makes soft little sounds of pleasure, whimpers and moans and sharp inhales that have his balls churning with lust. The heart in his chest is pounding, driven mad with the urge to grab her hips and drive her down, forcing her to take every inch of his throbbing erection.
His white-knuckled grip in the sheets tightens, but he doesn't move.
"Look at how wet you make me," she whispers, gripping his cock firmly to seat it in place as she rotates her hips. Settling her weight lower on her hips, she grinds her soaked lips against him. With every press and dip he feels the velvety lips of her pussy yield. Maintaining his even breathing is near impossible now that he can feel the inviting softness of her sweet, hungry little cunt.
He hears her breath catch, too. The scent of her arousal is overpowering him in the darkness. His balls and shaft are already dripping with her juices and he hasn't even penetrated her yet. Rob's teeth clench, jawline rigid as he struggles against the urge to take control away from her teasing hand and hips.
Sweet relief comes a moment later. "Fuck," she whimpers, "I'm sorry, daddy." Pressing down with her thighs, those saturated lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Inch by inch she takes him, her ravenous cunt devouring his aching cock. By the time she grinds her hips forward, full fit to burst with him inside her, Rob can't fake it anymore. He groans loudly, rolling his head to gaze up at her.
