Page 3 of Their Dirty Girl

I’d always fantasized about this moment happening, but I never thought it would be a reality. He was my father. This was wrong on every single level, but he invaded my mind. I pictured him alone when I touched myself and came.

Maybe I was fucked up for wanting to have Daddy fuck me, but I didn’t want to me normal if the alternative was never having his big, hard body dominate me. I wanted to run my hands over the hair that covered his masculine chest.

“Wait, Daddy,” I called out, and he immediately halted. He had his side to me, my words causing him to freeze midstep. “Don’t leave,” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me. When he stayed still, I said louder this time, “Come here.”

A few heartbeats passed before he exhaled, his huge shoulders lowering with the force. He pushed my bedroom door open, and I watched as he raked his gaze all over my naked body. My legs were still spread, open as wide as they could go, my inner pussy muscles clenching at the thought of him touching them.

His nostrils flared, his jaw clenched, and I let myself take in his big, powerful form. God, he was so large and muscular, with biceps that bulged under his flannel. I knew how hard his chest was, all defined ridges and dips, with dark hair that covered the wide expanse, from a lifetime of laying my head on it when I was sad or sick or just wanted cuddles.

And when I checked out his jeans, I moaned and unconsciously lifted my hips slightly, rotating them as if urging him to come use me. He clearly wanted to fuck me, as his stiff cock pushed against the denim.

Daddy was built like a horse, the outline of his dick so long and thick that I knew having him wedged in my cunt would hurt in the best way. His jeans were so worn and broken in I could see the outline of his cockhead. I wanted to run my tongue over the slit before pushing it in slightly.

I breathed harder the longer I stared at him. The tip was so bulbous I imagined being on my knees in front of him as he stuffed my mouth with his dick until I choked on it.

“Daddy,” I whispered, then sat up even more and spun so my legs now hung over the side of the bed. I kept them spread enough I knew he could see my pussy lips from his position by the door, still swollen and puffy from my climax. “Were you watching me?”

His nostrils flared again, and he slowly shook his head as he glanced at my body.

I lifted my hands and cupped the hefty weight of my tits, pushing them together, giving him a shot of my ample cleavage. I wanted him to titty-fuck me.

“I should go.” His voice was harsh, and the deepness speared right to my clit.

I slowly shook my head and whispered, “Or you could stay and let me suck my daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

He closed his eyes, his massive body shuddering. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “Baby, this isn’t right.” He opened his eyes, and I could see a wall starting to build up between us. “Saying that kind of shit to me… isn’t right.”

I couldn’t let him turn me down, not when I knew he wanted to fuck my little pussy. I pinched my nipples, pulling at the turgid flesh a second before I stood. I saw him glance down at my bed and knew without a doubt he could see how wet I made the sheets.

“It feels right to me, Daddy.” I kept playing with my titties. “You see the mess I made on the bed? I came so hard I gushed everywhere.” I was staring at his cock and saw the girthy length jerk when I said that. “And it’s all because I was thinking about you, Daddy.”

I was a few steps away from him, and I could feel the tension pouring off my big, strong father. The only other man who was even nearly as strong as him was my older brother, Landon.

A moan was pulled from me at the thought of Big Brother.

“Let me make you feel good, Daddy.” I moved closer, feeling braver when he didn’t retreat. I sank to my knees when he shook his head, and when he went to take a step back, I reached out to grip the bottom of his flannel.

“This isn’t right, baby girl. I have to go.” He cursed when I slid my hands down his thighs and closer to his throbbing cock.

“It’ssoright. It’s just you and me here. No one has to know how bad we’re being.” I smiled sweetly and ran my hand over his cock.

His gigantic body jolted, and heat flared in his eyes. His hands went to mine.

I thought he’d try to push me away, but to my delicious surprise, Daddy curled his fingers around mine and made me stroke him.

ChapterThree

MARY

“You're so hard,” I whispered. “Is all this meat for me?”

He licked his lips, and his eyes became hooded. “Fuck it,” he said, seemingly more to himself. “You want this, little girl? You want to cross that line?”

I kept stroking him and bit my lip, nodding. “I want itall, Daddy.” I slid my hands up to unbutton his jeans, keeping eye contact the entire time.

He stopped me and groaned, “I need you to be sure. Once we do this, there’s no going back—not after I have my cock wedged in my little girl’s cunt.”

I moaned. “I’m sure, Daddy. My pussy is so wet for you. I’m dripping down my thighs, because I’m so hungry for you to fill up my tiny hole.”