Daughter's Forbidden Massage - Part 2

He didn’t need to think. His wallet was on the side table, and he fumbled for it, pulling out a thick stack of bills and tossing it onto the stool without ever breaking eye contact with her. “It’s all yours. Everything. Just… don’t stop.”

Chloe’s smile was a wicked, triumphant thing. “Good answer.”

Her fingers found the bottle of warm oil again. She didn’t pour it onto her hands this time. She held it high over his chest and let the slick, golden stream cascade directly onto his skin, the liquid heat making him gasp. It pooled in the grooves of his abdomen, rivulets tracing paths down his sides onto the table.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and slick for me, Daddy,” she purred, her voice a low, sinful promise.

Her palms met his chest, smearing the oil in wide, slick circles, painting him with her. The slide of her skin on his was fucking electric, every nerve ending firing at once. She leaned down, her full breasts dragging through the slickness on his torso, her hard pink nipples leaving trails of sensation that made his back arch off the table.

Then her mouth found him.

She didn’t ask. She just took one of his nipples between her lips, her tongue swirling around the tight nub before she sucked, hard. A sharp, stunning burst of pleasure-pain shot straight to his cock, which jerked violently against his stomach. He cried out, a raw, guttural sound he didn’t recognize as his own.

“Fuck, Chloe!”

She released him with a wet pop, her breath hot on his wet skin. “You like that? You like your little girl sucking on you?”

Before he could form a coherent answer, her teeth grazed the sensitive peak, a gentle threat that made his whole body tense with anticipation. Then she bit down, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make him see stars, a possessive, nasty claim. She soothed the spot with her tongue, then moved to the other nipple, giving it the same devastating treatment—sucking, biting, licking—until he was writhing beneath her, his hands fisting at his sides, desperate to touch her but afraid to break the spell.

“God, your fucking tits on my skin… I’ve dreamed of this,” he groaned, the confession torn from him.

She rose up, kneeling over his hips, her body gleaming under the soft lights. Her fingers trailed through the mess on his chest, down his quivering stomach, leaving a fiery path. “You dream about me, Daddy? Tell me what you dream about.”

Her hand closed around his cock, slick with the oil that had dripped down, and she began to stroke him, a slow, torturous rhythm that had him thrusting up into her fist.

“I dream about your mouth,” he gasped, his hips moving in time with her hand. “I dream about you on your knees, looking up at me with those fucking eyes while you suck my cock.”

Her stroking stopped. A dark, hungry look passed over her face. “Yeah? You want my mouth?”

She didn’t wait for his answer. She slid down his body, her breasts rubbing against his oil-slicked shaft, a sensation so fucking good it was almost unbearable. She positioned herself between his legs, her gaze locked on his.

“You’re gonna watch me,” she commanded, her voice husky. “You’re gonna watch your daughter suck your dick. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Her tongue snaked out, a pink flash, and she licked a long, slow stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. She circled the head, smearing the pre-cum beading there, her eyes fluttering closed for a second as she savored his taste.

“Mmm, you’re already so ready for me.”

Then she took him into her mouth.

The heat was fucking incredible. Wet, silken, perfect heat enveloped the head of his cock, and her lips tightened around him. She sucked, gently at first, then with more pressure, her head beginning to bob. One of her hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently, while the other kept working his shaft in tandem with her mouth.

He could only watch, mesmerized, as his daughter’s lips stretched around his thickness, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room, a soundtrack to his ultimate sin. Her eyes were open, watching him watch her, and the raw desire in them shattered the last of his reservations.

“Oh, fuck, Chloe… your mouth feels like heaven. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.”

She moaned around his length, the vibration shooting through him like a bolt of lightning. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accept more of him, until his tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

“I want to taste all of you,” she breathed, her voice ragged. “I want you to fuck my face, Daddy. I want you to use my mouth like it’s yours.”

She guided his hands to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. He hesitated for only a second before he gave in, gripping her tightly. He began to move her head, setting a rhythm, gently at first, then with more urgency, thrusting up into the wet, willing warmth of her throat.

She took it all, her eyes watering slightly, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. The sight of it, the feeling of her gagging slightly around him, sent a brutal wave of lust through him. He was fucking her mouth now, in earnest, lost in the sensation, in the forbidden thrill of it.

“That’s it, take it, take all of your Daddy’s cock,” he grunted, his own voice rough with need.

She pulled off again, panting, a wide, filthy smile on her swollen lips. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every fucking drop. But first…”

She moved quickly, scrambling up his body. She positioned her slick, dripping core right over his throbbing cock, the heat from her radiating onto him. She lowered herself slowly, just enough for the head of his cock to press against her wet opening.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice cracking with pure need. “I need to feel my Daddy fucking me. Right now.”