Chapter 3 My Daddy, my crush (3)

"Why can't I keep my fucking hands off you?" Daddy asked as he played with my nipples through my shirt.

"Because neither of us really wants that, Daddy."

"No, I don't want to leave you alone. But what if you get pregnant?" I shrugged. "You make an excellent daddy."

He chuckled and pinched my nipple, but pulled away when Mom walked into the room. We had been making out all week whenever we got the chance. We tried to wait until Mom left the house, but sometimes we just couldn't.

It was movie night again.

This time, instead of lying in the opposite direction from Daddy, I lay in front of him on the deep cushions of the sofa.

I pulled a throw over both of us, then snuggled back against him, rubbing my ass against his half-hard cock.

He wrapped his arms around me under the safety of the blanket. One of his hands slid under my shirt to cup my bare breast. The other slid down the front of my shorts to play with the lips of my pussy. I spread my legs to give him more access.

He hummed and whispered into my ear, "Are you wet already?" I smiled and swiveled my hips, pressing my clit against his fingers.

While my Mom started the movie, Daddy pulled his hand out of my shorts. I grunted in protest, but he only chuckled.

I stopped complaining when I felt him slip his hand down his own shorts. Soon, I felt the hot skin of his cock against my inner thigh. He pushed the loose crotch of my shorts aside, and his length slid between the lips of my pussy.

"Yesss," I whispered, and tilted my hips back.

My wetness lubricated him, so he easily slid back and forth, back and forth, as the movie started to play.

Daddy's other hand continued to pluck at my nipples, sending zings of electricity down to my clit as he continued the back-and-forth motion. I wasn't sure how this could end quietly.

I stuck my ass out even further, and on the next pass, the head of Daddy's cock slid inside me a few inches. His breath caught in my ear.

Then he groaned softly as he thrust all the way home.

I still had no idea how this was going to play out, so I decided to tease Daddy. I squeezed my inner muscles as tight as I could. He blew out a little 'fuck' behind me.

I smiled.

I loved tempting him. I wasn't sure I wanted to actually get caught, but the danger made it exciting.

Then again, when I thought of having Daddy all to myself. He blew out a breath when my body squeezed him again instinctively because of the direction of my thoughts.

With one hand still teasing my nipples, he slid his other hand down the front of my shorts again. His thick middle finger rubbed up and down my clit.

"Squeeze me tight," he whispered. "Can you make me shoot just like this?"

I didn't know if I could, but he would make me come if he kept rubbing my clit like that.

At this point, Mom was actually watching the movie attentively, so she would likely look back at them more often than if she were working.

As if on cue, she laughed at something on the screen, then turned to see if we were laughing. I tried to smile, but ended up biting my lip to hold back a moan. Daddy chose that very moment to grind against me.

I wondered... if she looked closely... would she be able to see the slow, steady rhythm of Daddy's hand as he rubbed my hot little button?

Mom turned back to the movie. The lights were low, so she must not have been able to see all the movement happening under the blanket.

Daddy stayed buried in me to the hilt, only rotating his hips in a very inconsistent rhythm, frustrating me. I kept trying to thrust my hips, but he used his hand to hold me against him.

"I'm going to come if you keep that up," he whispered.

"Mmmmmm. That's the idea, Daddy."

"Fuck. When you call me that, it does something to me."

That was the idea as well.

"Stop whispering, you two," Mom said.

Daddy's hand froze between my thighs for a moment until Mom turned back to the TV. He blew out a relieved breath, then started building my orgasm all over again.

I tried to watch the movie, but my vision blurred as his hand moved faster and faster, sending little bolts of pleasure through me with each pass over my clit.

His movements became fast, desperate.

I was so close, I curled my toes and let out an involuntary grunt. I clamped down on him so tight, he left my nipples alone and grabbed my hip with his free hand. He started thrusting as much as he could, but there wasn't a lot of room with us both on the sofa.

It was too much, the pleasure, the excitement, Mom sitting right there. I pulled the pillow from under my head and covered my face. Daddy gave my clit a little pinch and sent me flying.

Just as my body started to convulse, Mom paused the movie. "Do you guys want some water? You're both coughing back there."

"Yes," Daddy hissed as his cock throbbed and flexed inside me with each spurt of his cum.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom got up and went into the kitchen. Daddy quickly pulled out and shoved his dick back into his shorts.

I'd need to do a little clean-up, so I stood when Mom came back in. She handed each of us a glass of water.

"Do you want me to wait until you get back to start the movie again?" Mom asked.

"No, it's..." I gasped as Daddy ran a finger up the inside of my thigh from behind.

Mom's brows pinched together. "You okay?"

"Yes, I just drank too fast and got a brain freeze."

She gave me a doubtful look, but sat back in her chair. I turned to Daddy, who was smirking at me. He held up a finger covered in his cum. I checked to make sure Mom wasn't looking, then leaned down and licked his finger clean.

When I stood, his eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was open. I hurried to the bathroom before my mom had a chance to see anything.

I heard the bathroom door slightly open, and I looked it was Daddy.

"Are you washed"? He asked, and I nodded.

He carried me and placed me on the cabinet, and minutes later, his mouth was between my legs.

"Ummmmm", I let out a soft moan as he takes me back to cloud nine, but this time he is not fucking me with his hard cock but with his tongue.

I could not contain the sweetness, the pleasure he was causing, so I had to let out a very high moan.

Then I heard a knock on my bathroom door.

It must be Mum!