Big Daddy Wants Me

15: Annabelle.

I feel Josh's pulse flutter in his throat, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't know what to say.

My pulse is fluttering, too, because my heart is racing. Being in his arms, feeling his skin and smelling him — it is turning me on. I can feel desire coursing through me, and on impulse I lift my chin and kiss his neck, softly rubbing my tongue against him. He makes a sound deep in his throat and for a second his arms hug me tighter, and then he says roughly, "Let's go inside."

My heart leaps. He hasn't pushed me away. Hasn't stopped me. I stand up and look at him as he rises from the lounger. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants is unmistakable.

God, I want him. I want that bulge in his pants, and my bikini bottoms are getting wet as I think about it.

We walk into the house without speaking, and Josh slides the patio door shut behind us. I look at him expectantly.

He ducks his head. "I think we need to... be aware of what our neighbors might see or think, honey." He has dad voice on again, and he looks disappointed. For a second he closes his eyes. "Look, I can't deny that I've had... feelings of attraction for you, Annabelle, but for the last time it's--"

I throw myself at him, trying to stop him from finishing his sentence. I grab his t-shirt in my fists. "No - don't say that," is the only thing I can think of saying.

He shakes his head, placing his hands gently on mine, but I drop them, releasing his t-shirt. Reaching backwards, I untie my bikini top and let it fall off. His whole expression changes.

"Touch me Big Daddy," I challenge him.

He grabs my wrist and leads me away from the door, saying, "Jesus, Annabelle."

I follow him through the kitchen and up the carpeted stairway to the second floor. He stops on the landing and turns to me, as if he is going to say something and then changes his mind.

He looks down at my breasts — let himself look — and whispers, "Jesus, your body," and then shakes his head again.

I grab his hand and cup it around one of my breasts. "Please," I say. I am aching with need at this point. I can't wait any longer for Josh.

He keeps his eyes on my breasts, doesn't look at me, but begins to fondle me — squeezing my breast and rubbing his thumb against the n****e, which pointed, hard and sharp, against his skin. He swears again.

My p***y is throbbing. I want him. I want him more in that moment than I've ever wanted anything, and I don't care about any repercussions, any rules... what was "normal." I want every part of my dad, all of him, body and soul. I stretch my arms up around his shoulders and stand up on my toes and kiss him.

He pauses for a moment. I press my lips against his, and my bare chest against his clothed one, and then he pulls me closer and kiss me back, sliding his tongue into my mouth and giving himself over to the moment.

My breath starts coming quickly at the feel of his body and his mouth on mine. My heart is racing. This is happening, I keep thinking — this is really happening.

With a grunt, he grabs me by the waist with both hands and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around him and keep kissing him as he slowly, carefully, leads me into his bedroom and drops me on the bed. He stands over me, looking at me rapaciously, as though he can eat me, and then grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it up over his head. His chest ripples with muscle, and I am eager to feel his skin against mine. He pulls off his jeans and climbs into bed beside me in his briefs.

"f**k, this is bad. What will your mom say?" he says for a minute, but I reach for him and he starts kissing me again, hard and passionate. With one hand he starts fondling my breast and I squirm beneath him, wanting that hand on my p***y. I reach for his briefs and start rubbing the hard ridge of his c**k through the fabric, creaming myself. I am going touch his c**k — see it, feel it — and he is going to f**k me.

I grab the tie at the side of my bikini bottom and undo it.

"Wait--" cries Josh, pulling away from me and sitting up, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. "Wait."

I exhale, bored. What now?

"You're a virgin," he says, tearing his eyes away from me and sighing. "My God, you're a virgin."

I sit up. "So?"

"You are a virgin, right?" he ask, suddenly eying me skeptically.

"Yes."

"Okay, okay." He runs his hand over his chin, stroking the shadow of a beard he is growing. "We need to take a step back."

"I want this, Josh," I say urgently. "I need you."

He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks at me, then my breasts. "f**k, baby girl, believe me. I want this, too. But we can't do it like this. If we're going to do this — it's so wrong... can we at least try to do it in the right way possible?"

I flop back on the bed, feeling frustrated. "And what way is that?"

"I don't know," he answers. "I don't know. s**t. I can't control myself."

I take a deep breath. We have been so close. And I am so close. If he will just touch my p***y I am pretty sure I will c*m immediately.

I spread my knees; my untied bikini bottom falling off to one side and touch my c**t with my finger. "I need to c*m, Josh," I say, running my finger over the hood of my c**t and feeling sensation tingle through me. I can c*m right then, if I want. I touch myself slowly, lightly, trying to hold back.

"Oh my God," is all he said. He stares at my p***y. "Fuck." After a minute, he slides his briefs off, revealing his huge, hard c**k.

Seeing it again makes me second guess myself. I want to f**k him — want to lose my virginity right now, today. But I am not sure his c**k will even fit inside of me. It is so big.

He sits back on his knees and take his c**k in his hand, running his fist up the shaft as he looks at me.

"Tell me what you want," he says, after a minute. "If I wasn't your dad, if you weren't my daughter. Tell me what you'd want to do."

Tension coils in my belly. I am right on the verge of orgasm. I lift my finger so I am barely touching myself, just giving the illusion, and psyched myself up to tell Josh what I want him to do to me.

Pretend you're on camera, I think to myself. It is so easy to talk dirty when you are putting on a show.

"I'd want you to f**k me, Josh."

"Uh-huh," his c**k is rigid and hard, pink with blood, as he strokes it up and down, staring at my p***y. "You want to be f****d by a big man?"

Oh s**t. "Yes," I breathe. Don't c*m, I think to myself. Not yet.

His chest rises and fall. He strokes his c**k harder, faster. "You want a big man's d**k to open you up? You want to feel me inside of you?"

"Yes," I moan, "Yes."

"You've never had a c**k inside of you. Never had a c**k in that tight, sweet little pussy." I can tell he was right on the edge, too.

"I want you, Josh," I whisper, fighting the urge. I stop touching myself and, on instinct, spread my legs as wide as they would go, laying my hands on either side of my p***y, displaying myself to him. My p***y is throbbing and pulsing of its own accord — a breath will set me off.

"You know what I want?" thwack goes his hand on his c**k — he is jerking it hard and fast now, staring at my p***y like it is all he can see or think of. "I want to f**k you too, little girl. I want to know what it feels like. I bet your little p***y is so tight, and I want to f**k it so bad. I want to be the first person who cums inside of you. I want you to be a good girl for daddy-- unh--" With a grunt, he jerks forward and then gasps, suddenly shooting c*m over my p***y and stomach. The sight of him, and the sudden hot touch of his c*m is the hair trigger I need — my p***y seizes up and gloriously releases as I c*m.

"Holy f**k," I hear Josh, over me. My pelvis arches up as I languish in the sensation. God, it feels fantastic. It feels amazing. Tremors wrack through me as sheer ecstasy radiate through my body.

When I collapse with a little cry, I hear Josh swear.

"f**k," he sounds upset. I open my eyes and look at him in surprise. "I came on you, on your p***y. Are you...?"

As I realize what he is saying, I smile. "Relax, Dad," It is something I often say to tease him, when he is worrying too much. "I'm on the pill, remember? You should know — you pay for it."

His face relaxes and he laughs, bending down to kiss me. "Whew." I take his face in my hands and kisses him back passionately.

He falls onto the bed beside me and looks at me. His eyes are gleaming — proud and happy — and I feel so close to him. I have given him what he wants. My daddy loves me.

"I don't know what this is," he says, still smiling at me, "but holy f**k I think I like it."

I like it, too, but I haven't exactly gotten everything I wanted. "Daddy, I want you to f**k me. I meant everything I said."

He rests a hand on my face, still beaming at me. "If that's what you want," he laughs a little. "There's literally not one thing in the world I want more, but — I want to do it right. Your first time is special."

"I want my first time to be with you."

His face grows serious. "Are you sure? Is that what you want your story to be? I mean, think about it. What about when you're older, and your friends are talking about how they lost their virginity? You won't be able to tell them you lost yours to your dad."

"I'll lie," I promise. "I'll do anything."

Josh looks at me for a moment, thoughtful. "Anything?"