She bit her lip, looking up at her daddy as he held her, arms pinned to the wall on either side of her face. He looked at her with his disarming eyes, making promises without needing words. She was his baby: She would never turn back now. Noting, now, that her expression changed to one of complete submission, he rushed forward.
His lips closed around her neck, and he let his savage desires free. She gasped, digging her head back into the wall as he dug his nails into the palms of her hands. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the ass, feeling the fabric of her school uniform being crushed beneath his hands. He pulled her upwards, pressing her chest into his as she wrapped both legs around him, locking her ankles together.
He leaned back to look at her once more. His darling little baby. "My, look what you've become," he whispered, somewhat breathless. Giggling softly, she looked down, a fierce blush spreading over her cheeks. He brought his face close to hers, kissing her on the lips softly, then biting her bottom lip as her mouth fell open in want of him.
Her back lay against the wall, supported by it, and he ran his fingertips softly under her white polo shirt and up over her stomach. They danced a delighted jig as they crept their way up to her breasts. He squeezed one breast gently, letting out a short breath as she moaned, grabbing a hold of his shoulders. Playfully, he tweaked her nipples, watching her face for a reaction. Did he ever get one.
Her entire body thrust forward, pressing into him, begging to be pleasured. A smile spread over his lips. Such a reaction from so little touching. She was, indeed, his baby. Pushing her back again, he slowly began to, inch by inch, lift her shirt up, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach. He picked her up even further, leaning down to kiss her on the warm peach fuzz that covered her below her navel.
As his hands moved to lift her shirt to expose her beautiful, young breasts, her hands flew to his wrists. Immediately his eyes flashed up to meet hers. "Sweetheart?" he questioned, trying to interpret the anxiety on her face. Her eyes flickered downward before she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Daddy..." she murmured. Using a big hand, he gently tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes once more. He shook his head. Nothing to be sorry about. "I've never had sex," she whispered, half hoping he did not hear it. His eyes went wide.
"You're 18 years old!" he protested. "Surely you've been with some boy?" Now it was her turn to shake her head, feeling as though she had let her father down. He saw the fallen look cover her face and realized his callousness. "No, baby, it's ok. It's a good thing: I'm very proud of you." He smiled at her, kissing her once more. "This way I don't have to share my baby. I can teach you everything you need to know."
Smiling at him, she flung her arms around his neck once more. Happily she clung to him as he walked over towards his bed. He leaned over and lay her down, careful that her head was on the softest pillow of the bunch scattered across the headboard. She looked up at him lovingly as he stood over her.
He climbed on the bed, straddling her. Once again he began to lift her shirt, this time lifting it all the way over her well-endowed chest and over her head. Looking to her face for permission, he lifted her back, reaching underneath her to undo her bra. He slid the straps down her arms, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor on the side of the bed. Her smile grew wide as his mouth fell agape at the supple flesh now in front of him.
A soft moan escaped his lips. Hungrily he leaned down, gently flicking a tongue over her nipple, squeezing her other breast with a hand just large enough to hold most of it. In his pants, he felt his hardening cock give a twitch. It longed too be touched. Not yet. Instead, he moved up, again pinning her hands on either side of her head, kissing her on the lips at first, then deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
