Fisting his hardening cock, Rod inched closer to Maddie’s bed, his eyes trained on the sinful, yet alluring image of his daughter’s young cunt exposed and nestled against the fur of her overlarge teddy bear. Had she been rubbing herself against the toy’s thick leg and had fallen asleep like that after cumming hard? Had she taken pictures of it to show to all those men who told her the dirtiest things? Rod now understood why she had been so adamant in buying the brown stuffed bear that was as big as she was – it was the perfect complement to her fair skin, and its size allowed Maddie to play with it as she pleased. He and his wife hadn’t seen the point of it. Boy, how dumb they were! If he hadn’t seen what he had in Maddie’s computer, Rod would have never thought anything about it either.
But he had, and now there was only one thing he could think of – giving his baby what she deserved and yearned for, and from no other than her true Daddy.
When Rod slid behind Maddie in her bed, he still had his boxer shorts on, his prominent erection straining against them uncomfortably. Yet, they were the last barrier to which he desperately clung to, as if they alone could stop him from taking that last step and stuffing his daughter’s beautiful cunt full of him. He carried on rubbing himself over the fabric though, the scent and warmth of Maddie’s soft skin taunting him a mere inch away. His cock twitched in his palm at the sight of Maddie’s naked body splayed so sensually in her sleep, and unable to help himself, he ran the tips of his fingers over the skin of her back. It was a barely there touch, but enough to tear a low growl from deep within him, primal and purely male.
Maddie’s skin was soft like velvet, and the longer he caressed her, the bolder Rod became. He inched closer, not quite touching his body to hers, but allowing himself further freedom of movement, his fingertips tracing the length of a smooth thigh one minute and the swelling of a breast the next. His babygirl didn’t shift once. When he dared running his fingers over a pert nipple, however, Rod couldn’t help himself. Closing the distance between them, he slowly glued his broad chest to his Maddie’s back, his hand holding securely on to one round, firm breast that seemed to be made to fit his hand to perfection.
There was no going back from there. His fingers gave his daughter’s breast a possessive squeeze, feeling the pert little nipple pebbling against his palm, her body pliant in his arms. To hide another growl, Rod planted an openmouthed kiss to Maddie’s shoulder, reluctantly letting go of her breast so his hand, more daring now, could get further acquainted with the body his daughter shared so freely with all those dirty old men on the Internet.
Under the cover of the darkness, Rod followed the curve of her waist and down her hip to cup her ass, once again marveled at the firmness and softness of it. Maddie was perfect in every way, and lit his desires on fire the way her mother couldn’t anymore. While his wife’s body spoke of years well lived, Maddie’s was all about what was to come, the promise of sensual delights bringing it to its prime. While the older woman began to sag, Maddie displayed firm curves. And where his wife was well used… well, Maddie was surely fresh and tight. Rod couldn’t wait to find out.