Don’t Test Me Little Girl

Morning After The Incident

f**k. I barely slept at all last night. Every single time I closed my eyes it all came rushing back like the hottest most frustrating movie playing on repeat in my head. Knox’s big rough hands squeezing my t**s right there in the cold lake water. His thick hard c**k grinding against my stomach through those wet sweatpants. That deep growl when I whispered “f**k me Daddy” like he was literally two seconds away from saying f**k everything and slamming inside me.

I was soaked for hours afterward. I had to touch myself twice in the middle of the night. Once with my fingers rubbing my swollen c**t like crazy and once pushing the handle of my hairbrush deep inside my p***y pretending it was him.

I was moaning his name into the pillow so the big quiet lake house wouldn’t hear what a desperate little w***e I was being for my dad’s best friend. But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough until he finally snapped and gave me every single thick inch I have been dreaming about for years.

Now it was morning and my stomach was doing all these nervous excited flips. I stole another one of his big black t shirts from the laundry room because yes I went snooping like a total brat.

I pulled it on over my naked body and paired it with the tiniest black panties I owned. My n*****s were already hard just from the soft fabric brushing against them every time I moved.

Let’s see how long Mister Control can last today.

“Morning Daddy” I said in my sweetest sleepiest voice as I leaned against the doorway watching him.

He froze right in the middle of flipping whatever was in the pan. The spatula just hovered there. When he finally turned around, he looked tired like he hadn’t slept either. They dragged down my whole body super slow. Lingering on my hard n*****s poking through his shirt. On my bare thighs. On how the hem barely covered my ass.

“Alice”

“We need to talk about last night. Sit down.”

I sauntered right into the kitchen like I owned the place and hopped up on the island stool swinging my legs so the shirt rode up even higher on my thighs.

“Do we really have to talk though? Or can we just admit out loud that you want to f**k me as badly as I want you and stop torturing both of us like this? Because I’m not sorry about last night. Not even a little bit. I loved feeling your hands on me. I loved hearing you say all those dirty things about breeding me and claiming me. I’ve been wet since the second I woke up thinking about it.”

He rubbed one big hand over his face looking so wrecked and sexy it made my chest tight. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for little girl. I almost lost control completely last night. If I had pulled my pants down in that water and slid inside you there would be no coming back from that”

But even while he was saying all that noble honorable s**t his eyes kept dropping to my legs and the way his shirt was riding up. I saw the front of his sweatpants twitch and start to tent. He was getting hard again. For me. It made me feel powerful and horny as hell.

I bit my lip and leaned forward a little so the shirt stretched across my t**s. “You said you wanted to breed me Knox. You said you wanted to claim me so no other asshole like Eric could ever touch what was yours. Was that just dirty heat of the moment talk or do you actually lie awake at night jerking that big c**k thinking about pumping your best friend’s daughter full of your c*m? Tell me the truth Daddy. I can handle it. I want to hear every filthy thought in your head.”

He stepped closer before he could stop himself. His big body caged me in against the island. One hand gripped the counter right beside my hip. The other hovered near my face like he was dying to touch me but fighting with every ounce of that famous control.

“You have no f*****g idea how badly I meant every single word Alice. I have never wanted anyone this much. Not my ex wife. Not anyone else in my whole damn life. You are under my skin now. In my head all the time. I jerked off three times last night thinking about how tight and wet and perfect you would feel around my c**k.

“How pretty you would look with my c*m dripping down your thighs. How you would sound screaming Daddy while I ruined you for anyone else. But wanting you this bad does not make it right. You are twenty one. I am thirty eight. I am your father’s best friend. This is completely f****d up.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs. I reached up slowly and brushed my fingers along his clenched jaw feeling the muscle jump under my touch.

“Then stop fighting it so hard Knox. Dad is gone for months. No one has to know anything. Just touch me. Just kiss me. Just f**k me like you need to. I am not some innocent little girl anymore. I know exactly what I want and it is you. All that big strong control of yours breaking for me. Please Daddy. I have been touching myself thinking about you for years. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

For one long second I really thought he was finally going to break. His hand came up and cupped my cheek. His thumb dragged slowly across my bottom lip. His c**k was fully hard now pressing against my knee through those sweatpants.

“Little girl” he rasped.

“You are going to destroy everything I have built my whole life on. And the scariest part is part of me wants you to”

Then he pulled away like I burned him. He turned back to the stove with a low tortured curse under his breath and started plating food like his life depended on it. “Eat your breakfast Alice. Then I am driving you to that little café you like. You can spend the whole day there away from me. I need space. I need to get my head straight before I do something we will both regret for the rest of our lives.”

I pouted but I took the plate he slid over. Eggs bacon toast. All perfectly made. The man was trying to run away from me and he still cooked me breakfast. It made something warm bloom in my chest even while my p***y was aching so bad.

We ate in this silence. I made sure to drop my fork on purpose and bent over super slow to pick it up giving him a full view of my ass and the tiny black panties disappearing between my cheeks.

He muttered “Jesus f*****g Christ give me strength” under his breath and gripped his coffee mug so tight I thought it might shatter.

**

The drive to the café was even worse. Thirty whole minutes trapped in his truck with all that tension. His hand on the gear shift kept twitching like he wanted to put it on my bare thigh. I kept shifting in my seat letting his shirt ride up higher and higher on my legs until I was basically flashing him.

“Knox” I said after a while because I talk when I get nervous and horny. “You know this is stupid right? All this fighting. I see the way you look at me. I felt how hard you were last night. How much you wanted to f**k me in the water. Why are you making us both suffer? Dad would want me to be happy. And you make me feel alive. Not like safe boring Eric with his stupid thumbs up texts. You make me feel wild and wanted and a little scared in the best way. So why not just pull over somewhere and finally take what we both want?”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His jaw was locked so hard. “Because it is not that simple Alice”

I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. High up. Close to that hard bulge. “But what if it is the best thing? What if this summer is supposed to happen? What if I need you to ruin me so I can finally feel free? Tell me more about last night. Tell me exactly what you wanted to do to me in the water. I want to hear it. All the dirty details. Please Daddy.”

He let out this low groan and shifted in his seat.

“Alice stop. You are killing me. I wanted to pull you against me and suck on those perfect t**s until you were crying. I wanted to slide my hand between your legs and feel how wet you were for me. I wanted to push inside you bare and f**k you so deep you would feel me for days. I wanted to fill you up with my c*m and mark you as mine. Happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes” I whispered biting my lip. “That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Because I want all of that too. So bad.”

When he finally pulled up outside the cafe he would not even look at me. “Go inside. Stay there until I pick you up at six. And Alice… do not push me anymore today. I am barely hanging on as it is.”

I leaned over the console before I got out and brushed my lips right against his ear. “What if I send you pictures from the bathroom stall? What if I tell you I am touching myself in the café thinking about your big c**k stretching me open? What if I come home tonight still wearing nothing but this shirt and leave my door wide open while I change? What are you going to do about it Daddy? Punish me? Spank me? Or finally give in and f**k your best friend’s daughter the way we both need?”

He groaned and dropped his head back against the seat. “Get out of the truck little girl. Before I drag you back to the house and f**k the brat right out of you on the kitchen counter like I have been dying to.”

I grinned feeling my heart race like crazy and hopped out. But as I watched him drive away I knew the truth deep down. His control would soon snap.

And when it finally shattered I was going to let him destroy me in every single filthy way I have been dreaming about.

I spent the whole day at the cute little café thinking about him nonstop. Writing all my filthy thoughts in my journal. Imagining him storming in throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out like some possessive caveman. By the time six o’clock rolled around I was soaked again and my mind was made up.

Tonight I was going to push him even harder.

And I could not f*****g wait to see him finally break.