Daddy sat me down on the counter in the bathroom, as he turned the shower on. I leaned back and jumped slightly at the feeling the cold glass of the mirror against my burning skin. My breath had still not caught up with me and everything seemed as if it was going in slow motion. I imagined this is what it felt like to be a firework.
“Hot, warm or cold,” my daddy turned and asked me.
“Warm is good,” I told him, still unable to get the smile off of my face. “Though cold might be good as well.”
“Well let's start with warm and then if its too warm, we can switch it to cold,” he suggested, pulling his clothes off of his body.
I had not realized, until now, that neither one of us had removed anything we were wearing for the events which took place downstairs.
It was in that moment that I truly looked over my daddy’s body. He was a tall man, standing roughly at 6’3’’. I was not sure how to estimate how much he weighed, but he was very well kept. He was not skinny, nor was he fat and he had a good amount of muscle. He had worked construction for a lot of his life, which I am sure was what kept him in shape.
Then there was his cock, which even now, soft between his legs, was big to my eyes. To be honest, I had seen cocks in photos and in a couple pornos that I had watched with friends, but I had never seen one quite like my father's. It was perfect, at least to my definition of the word and I hoped that tonight was not going to be the last time I would get to experience it.
Once the shower was good and going, daddy made his way back over to me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. My heart beat just as fast this time as it did the first time he kissed me.
“I forgot to tell you how sexy you look in this,” he informed me, holding me back slightly to examine my breasts.
“It was Mommy’s,” I told him, hanging my head down.
“I know,” he smiled, running his hands down the sides of the silky fabric. “But you want to know something?”
“What?” I asked him, looking back up and locking eyes with him.
“She never once wore it,” he informed me.
For a moment, my heart sank. I had tried so hard to be this person for my daddy and I had failed. I had not even worn an outfit of hers.
“But that is good,” he added. “Your mom never really liked any of that stuff. When I bought that for her, she just kind of rolled her eyes at me.”
“Why didn’t she like it?” I asked him.
“She just didn’t like wearing sexy things or doing anything sexual at all for that matter,” he informed me. “I loved your mother so much and I miss her just as much, but she was not this. She was not you.”
“I am sorry,” I cried, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks. “I thought I was giving you what you wanted.”
“You are,” he smiled, holding my head up and kissing away my tears. “I don’t want you to be your mother. I want you to be you, because you are amazing.”
“Really?” I asked him, trying to stop the tears. “Do you still want me?”
“Of course I still want you,” he laughed, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me hard.
He didn’t stop kissing me, instead, with out lips locked together, he pulled the straps of the negligee off my body and as I stood up, the outfit fell to the floor around my feet. He then picked me up and moved us into the shower, the warm water pressing against my hot skin.
“I love you Elaina,” daddy whispered in my ear, as he kissed down my neck and pinned me to the wall.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned.
His lips worked at my neck, licking and nibbling at the skin. I could feel every hair on my body standing on end as my legs pulled themselves up and wrapped around his waist.
“Can we do it again, Daddy?” I asked him, shyly.
I knew that I had caused this to happen in the first place, but I was still kind of shy about this whole situation. It was all so very new to me.
“Say it,” he groaned, his hand rubbing my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing my hips forward. “Please?”
Daddy pulled me tightly into his arms and brought me up higher, before placing me back against the wall. His hands held onto my ass, squeezing each cheek between his rough fingers. His lips made his way up my neck and back to my lips, kissing me hard.
Slipping my tongue out of my mouth, I ran it across his lower lip, before he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I held it there as he lightly sucked on it and rolled his own tongue against it.
Daddy put his hand between us and spread my pussy lips with his fingers. Pressing his cock up against my clit, he rubbed it back and forth, causing my body to shake. My mind was on high and I was unable to have any other thought then that of my daddy fucking me, in the shower. I wanted him in me, I needed him in me. I had to have him.
“Please?” I begged, pushing my hips against him again. “Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate. As soon as I asked him to fuck me once again, he pushed the head of his cock into me, not entering me all the way. Slowly he began to work himself into me, the warm water running down our bodies. With each thrust, daddy was deeper and deeper inside of me, my legs wrapped tightly around his body.
“I love you, Daddy,” I moaned, holding onto him tightly, my nails lightly digging into his back.
“I love you too, baby,” he moaned, thrusting all the way into me and holding himself deep inside of me.
Daddy pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into me again, repeating this over and over, his cock filling me up. Our moans and groans echoed through out the bathroom with every thrust.
“Oh, Daddy!” I cried, wrapping my legs as tightly around him as I could. “I am cumming.”
Daddy thrust hard against me the best he could, with how tightly I was holding onto him. Holding onto my head and kissing at my neck, my orgasm pulsed through my entire body, my toes stiffened out, along with my body.
“Oh fuck! Daddy!” I screamed.
“Yes, baby,” he moaned, fucking me harder. “I am going to cum baby.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed, “Cum inside of me please, Daddy.”
“Oh fuck!” He cried, thrusting one more time into me, his cum coating the entire inside of my pussy.
Daddy leaned against me, pinning me to the wall until his orgasm had subsided.
“Elaina?” Daddy whispered in my ear.
“Yeah?” I asked back.
“Don’t ever try to be anyone else,” he smiled, kissing me again.
“Promise,” I smiled. “I promise.”
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