Daddy's Little Virgin: A Forbidden Breeding
Delilah Cole
Daddy's Little Virgin: A Forbidden Breeding
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
The morning light washed over the kitchen counter, casting a gentle glow on the half-eaten toast crumbs scattered next to the sink. The house's silence was pierced only by the faint tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of a lawnmower somewhere in the neighborhood. Stephanie leaned against the fridge, her eyes still groggy from sleep, as she poured a glass of orange juice. She was sure her dad had left for work, his usual early morning routine leaving the house in a quiet solitude she had grown to cherish.
Her heart raced as she thought about the previous night's dream. It was the same one she'd had for weeks now, ever since her mother had left them. The one where her dad's firm yet gentle hands explored her newfound curves, his calloused fingers tracing the softness of her skin. She took a sip of the cool juice, feeling a sudden warmth spread through her body, concentrating in her chest and between her legs. She couldn't help but glance at the clock, wondering if she had time to indulge in a quick shower before her day started.
Tossing the glass aside, Stephanie practically sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom. She didn't bother to check if her dad had left. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of naughty images, and she needed relief. She turned the shower knob, the sound of rushing water echoing in the small space. As the warm spray hit her body, she couldn't help but imagine it was her dad's hands running down her back, his erection pressing into her as he held her close.
Stepping into the shower, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the water cascade over her face. She felt the tightness in her chest release slightly as the heat surrounded her. Her hands began to wander, tracing the contours of her body that had changed so much over the past year. Her fingers danced over her swollen breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples lightly, making her gasp. The feeling was exhilarating, and she could feel her pussy throb with anticipation. She slid her hand down, her middle finger finding its way to her clit, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
"Daddy..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. The water muffled the sound, but she knew he wasn't there to hear her. The thought of his reaction only made her wetter. She slipped two fingers inside herself, feeling the tightness that always made her quiver. Her hips bucked slightly, and she leaned against the tiles for support as she increased her pace. The walls of her pussy clenched around her digits, begging for more. She could almost feel his thick, rough fingers stretching her, filling her up, making her his.
Stephanie's other hand found its way back to her clit, now swollen and begging for attention. She circled it with the pad of her thumb as she fucked herself harder, imagining his cock pounding into her. The tension grew, coiling tightly in her stomach, and she knew she was close. Her breath grew ragged, and she began to pant his name, her voice bouncing off the tiles. "Daddy, oh daddy..." she gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building, a delicious wave of heat that threatened to crash over her.
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