Monday

“Paige! I’m going to work!” There was a hard, loud knocking on Paige’s door. Through bleary eyes, she could see that her clock said it was almost seven-thirty in the morning.

“Mm… ‘Kay, Mom.” That was what Paige tried to say, although it came out a bit garbled. On the other side of the door, her mother blew out an angry huff and mumbled something before, several moments later, the front door closed with a loud slam.

Paige settled back into bed as she listened to her Mom’s car sputter to life and roll away. Ever since Paige had dropped out of college for the second—and probably last—time and moved home again, her mother had been pushing her to get out of the house and find a job. Paige was in no hurry to do anything of the kind. She was already world-weary at twenty-two and wanted to enjoy a few weeks of sleeping in and spoiling herself before Real Life came knocking at her door.

So, happily curling up tighter in her blankets, Paige closed her eyes and let sleep carry her away again.

The sun was bright and hot when Paige woke up again, more aware of herself and ready to get out of bed. She pushed the blankets back, baring her body to a wide ray of warm, yellow sunshine as it shone through her window. Both of her parents were off at work, and she had the whole house to herself. It was one of the few times of true freedom she had to herself.

Paige ran both hands down her tummy and thighs, stretching with a long groan. The old, cotton sheets felt good on her naked body, and she thought about sleeping the day away, but knew that she’d catch hell for it later. Instead, she sighed and pushed up to her feet, stretching again one last time. Then she went to see about some coffee.

The creaky wooden floors in that old house squeaked under her feet. Paige knew which boards and where to step, and the house sang a little song as she walked down the hallway to the kitchen. She’d only been back home again for a week, but walking around nude was a little ritual that Paige could enjoy all by herself. She’d even risked taking a dip in the pool out back without being found out, and it also meant she had less laundry to take care of.

She put the coffee on, checked the dishwasher for her old mug and stretched again, working out every sore muscle one last time. It felt good to be so free and alone. As the coffee was brewing, Paige fetched her phone and went to the bathroom next, using the toilet and readying herself for a morning shower. Her hair was a mess as she checked herself in the mirror, and she fluffed it with both hands, eyeing her naked body with a wrinkled nose.

Paige left her phone and walked back to the kitchen to fetch her coffee. She was just taking a sip when she heard the front door lock turning; panic seized her and she set her cup down, ducking behind the counter. Nobody was supposed to be coming home!

Peeking around the corner, she spotted the top of her Dad’s head as he stepped inside. Gripped by a cold sweat, she stayed crouched down and prayed that he would head to his room to grab something before leaving again. He began to turn away, as though doing just that…but then he stopped and looked towards the kitchen in surprise: he’d spotted her steaming mug, left sitting on the countertop.

“Paige? Sweetie?” He turned towards the bedroom, as though to go look for her. “You awake?”

She had a choice to make. Biting her lip, feeling her stomach twist into knots, she answered. “Y-Yeah, Dad?”

“What are you doing?”

“Ah… Hiding.” Paige felt her face swell and grow hot. “I-I’m not…n-not dressed.”

“Really.” His earlier confusion quickly faded, and she sensed something new in his voice. Something familiar. Something hungry.

Paige peeked out again and their eyes met from across the house. It was a look that made her sweat even more. “C-Can you please—”

“Stand up, Paige.”

She bit her lip harder, but knew that tone all too well. As Paige stood, her knees trembled. The counter blocked any view of her below her navel, but her breasts were out in full view before she covered them with both hands.

He didn’t move, but didn’t look away, either. “Why are you naked?”

“…I was getting ready to take a shower.” Her voice was soft; her eyes, turned away. “I was just getting some coffee when you…” She swallowed. “Why are you home?”

“I came home for lunch today.” He nodded towards her. “Now put your hands down.”

Even if part of her wanted to disobey, Paige managed to keep most of a whimper repressed as she laid her hands flat on the counter, fingers twitching. “Daddy…”

For his part, Daddy didn’t answer. He walked up to her, looking down at Paige for a long moment. His dark eyes were hard and focused. She had no idea what he would do, and that was equally terrifying…and arousing.

“I d-didn’t know you’d be coming home!”

“So what if I am?” he asked, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. “What’s wrong with that?”

Paige’s eyes fluttered shut and she stood very still, even if a part of her wanted to lean into his rough knuckle. “I didn’t know that you…” She swallowed, hugged her belly tight, felt a tear burning at the corner of one eye. “…would f-find me naked.”

“Well, I did,” he said with a small smirk. “I suppose you want me to let you go back to the bathroom, mm?”

Paige nodded quickly.

“Alright. Go on.”

“Really?!”

He just shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Immediately, Paige nodded, fast and eager. “Thank you, Daddy!” She ran, her bare feet slapping on the hardwood before she turned the corner and shutting the door. Leaning back against it, she was breathing hard, panting, shaking all over. She was still cold with sweat, but liquid fire burned between her bare thighs.

For a minute or longer she stood there, calming her heartbeat. Her ears strained for any sound on the other side, for a word or even a footstep. Her heart jumped as she heard his heavy footsteps in the hallway, passing right by the spare bathroom before shutting his bedroom door. Then she breathed a little easier, even if a small piece of her was, in fact, actually disappointed.

Paige turned the shower on, hot and steamy, and climbed in. For several moments she slid her hands across her wet body and into her hair, sliding it back across her scalp. Paige’s feelings about her Daddy were…complicated. It’d been almost a year—ever since the first time Paige dropped out of college—that she’d indulged those feelings at all. That was when Paige and her father had crossed a line, going beyond the limit where a man and his daughter should go. The lovers soon began practicing what Paige called “play time,” using the power of imagination to further engage their taboo desires. Daddy called her his little princess, and he became her strong, hungry king. Paige always had an overactive imagination, and play time only pushed that into overdrive. They weren’t childhood desires; Paige had grown up as a perfectly good girl—well-behaved, good grades, socially adjusted—but now, as a grown woman, her eyes were opened to a darker side of herself after that, and they both become addicted to it.

All was well and their desire for each other burned hotter than ever. But then, their breakup was sudden and bitter, when Paige grew afraid of just how strong her feelings for him had become—a fear she ultimately regretted. She still craved the passionate embraces only he could give, and now that she was home again, she’d worried their desires were a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

Even if their love affair was over, the memory of being naked in front of her father made her shiver with delight. As she washed and then conditioned her hair, Paige let her mind wander. She wondered what might’ve happened under different circumstances. Mom didn’t approve of Paige’s behavior around Daddy, or even that she still called him that. Mom didn’t approve of a lot of things about Paige and Daddy. She didn’t even like Paige moving back home.

Paige was reaching for the soap when the door slowly opened and she froze in place. Nothing stirred or made a sound but the water falling until she heard the door close again with a soft, heavy click. Hurriedly, her heart pounding, she bent her head and rinsed her hair clean as a cloudy stream poured down between her toes and slid down the drain. She finished and slicked her hair back as the glass door slowly rolled open and she saw a large, familiar silhouette step in behind her before closing it again.

“What’s this?” Daddy’s low, rumbling purr of a voice made Paige’s eyelids flutter. Her father’s presence was as imposing and hot as the burning sun as he stepped closer, right up behind her. “I’ve found a little princess, showering alone in my garden…” It was one of their games, a favorite fantasy of hers whenever she was in the shower. His warm hands slid up Paige’s back and over her shoulders as he bent down to whisper in her ear. “Are you lost, little princess…?”

Faced with a choice and a hard decision, Paige hesitated, unsure of what to do. She was the reason they’d stopped play time in the first place, but now he was offering her a chance to play again. And Paige missed their play times terribly, more than she’d ever thought she would. She shuddered at his touch and bit her lip, holding back a whimper, but she didn’t push him away. She couldn’t.

“Let me help you.” Daddy grabbed the sponge and soap she’d been reaching for, letting her watch as he worked up a thick, white lather in both hands. As he did, he continued speaking in a soft, gentle voice over the hiss of the water falling. “I used to shower here with a little princess just like you, not too long ago.” Daddy turned the spraying water down and began to rub the sponge across her body, sliding it over her neck and collarbone. “She was a pretty thing, with a nice smile…and a hot, tight little body.” Soap and foam clung to her breasts and the sponge scraped across Paige’s nipples. She gasped and pressed back instinctively against his warm body with nowhere else to go. Her hands clutched tight to his hairy thighs as she trembled, gasping softly. He spread soap across her belly and rubbed the sponge down between her thighs. Daddy’s strong hands urged her legs apart and Paige complied.

“Her breasts were perfect,” Daddy said, “with nipples I loved to play with. Her cunny was delicious, and her bottom fit in my hands just right.” He set the sponge aside and rubbed his soapy hands across her ass, squeezing and bouncing the fleshy globes in his fingers.

Paige went stiff with a hard shiver, curling her hands tight into fists. “Daddy!” She whispered his name so softly that the falling water almost drowned it out.

“You look just like her, too.” Daddy’s smile was plain in his voice as he pushed one slippery hand down between her legs, rubbing her pussy with his fingers, coating the untrimmed curls lurking there. “She called me ‘King Daddy,’ and we played so many wonderful games together…” He sighed as he continued to fondle her, and Paige could feel his hard cock resting against her back. “I miss my little princess so much.”

Finally, her heart pounding, her pussy longing for relief, Paige raised her head higher and nuzzled his chest. “S-She misses her King, t-too!” Her voice was shaking as fear tightened in her chest. Daring to open her eyes, she saw her father staring down at her as she took a slow, shivering breath. “I’m your little princess…King Daddy.”

Knowing he could reject her and praying he wouldn’t, she pressed back harder against him, rubbing her soapy ass up and down his cock. Paige took another breath. “I got scared and ran away! Then I got lost. I’ve been lost for so long…but I couldn’t forget my big, strong King Daddy!”

“Is that right?” Daddy said, his voice cautious but curious. He gently pulled at the soapy curls between her legs. “You’ve been gone a long time, little one.”

“Mmyes!” Paige moaned at his touch and nodded her head. “Too long! But I missed you! I missed my Daddy so much!” She moaned again, louder that time, as she turned around to face him. Reaching up to hold onto his neck, Paige looked into his eyes and blinked through her tears of shame. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry! Please play with me again! I won’t run away this time!”

“No, you won’t.” Daddy sounded very certain of that as he picked up the sponge again, rubbing it hard between her legs, squeezing its foaming bounty across her pussy mound and thighs. “But no little princess of mine is going to play any games without getting a proper grooming first.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Unbidden, without being ordered, Paige slid around him and lay down on the floor at his feet, opening her legs wide. She looked up at him, so heartfelt and sincere, her hands outstretched in offering. “I’m ready, King Daddy! Ready to be your good little princess again!”

For a split second, Paige feared he might decide to leave her as a cruel joke. But instead, he gave her a long look before picking up a fresh razor off its hook and bending down between her legs. With his empty hand, Daddy grabbed her inner thigh; the tension in his fingers almost took her breath away. With the other, he began to scrape away months of untended growth, shaving her pussy smooth once more.

“If I let you have more play time, you’re going to keep yourself groomed every day,” Daddy said. His eyes were focused on his work, carefully sliding the sharp razor across her tender skin.

“Yes, King Daddy,” Paige said, licking her lips at the tingling in her flesh that his touch left behind. Her father worked with a deliberate, slow method, shaving her body with a precision that came from practice. Her fear was quickly fading, being replaced by a warm sense of ease and familiarity, being reminded of the dozens of times they’d been in that same position. “Daddy…?”

“Yes?”

Paige took a slow, shivering breath. “I missed you,” she said, unable to look away from him.

After a long moment he looked up at her, and a hint of a smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. Then he went back to work, scraping away every hair and follicle until her pussy seemed to squeak under his caress.

Leaving her on the floor, Daddy stood up, washed the razor clean and took the shower wand down. The heat of the stinging spray made Paige stiffen and moan again, unable to struggle or move away from it or from his thick fingers as he rinsed her clean. Suddenly, Daddy dropped the shower head and curled his hands under Paige’s bottom, lifting it up off the slippery floor.

She gasped in surprise, then louder in shocked pleasure as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue across her slippery pussy, freed from any lingering strand of hair. “Daddy! Oh my god! Mmmmm!” Her fingernails slid across the bottom of the shower as her feet twitched and bounced. “Eat me, King Daddy!” she sobbed. “Eat my pink princess pussy! Yes! Oh, it’s so good!!”

Daddy only growled at the back of his throat and suckled from her smooth flesh like he’d been craving her for a very long time. His strong hands had her totally under his control. He alternated between sliding his tongue between her swollen pussy lips or swirling around her clit, twisting and coiling around it like a serpent tasting every sweet inch he could reach.

That wild tongue left Paige seeing stars and whimpering loudly, her voice reverberating in the stall as Daddy ate out his little girl. She stared up at the light overhead, clutching his head in both hands as she gasped louder and louder. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck! I missed you! Missed my big Daddy! I’m gonna cum! Daddyyyy!”

He didn’t stop or slow down, as though he’d been waiting to taste her ever since stepping into the shower with her. It made her orgasm even stronger, at being completely helpless and under his control. Paige threw her head back and cried out with pleasure and from the power of his touch. His wriggling tongue made liquid heat rush through her pussy and up into her belly, burning in her breasts. She gasped and shuddered in his hands, loving it, wanting more of it.

“Daddy! Oh, my Daddy! Daddy, please!” Paige clutched at him, pulling at him, urging him up as he continued tormenting her swollen clit. “No more, King Daddy…!”

Her lover and king—as he’d been once, so he was again—raised his head and looked down at her with hard, hungry eyes. It made her chest ache again, made her belly tighten in new fear and renewed desire. He pushed up between her legs, showing off his hard, swollen cock at last, ready and eager for what they knew was still to come.

Paige reached out for him, sliding her wet hands across his long shaft. The memories of touching him, tasting and stroking him, pleasuring him, they all came flooding back in an instant. She slid her hands up and down his prick, watching it move and twitch in her fingers. She watched her father’s eyes slide shut, heard him let out a long, heavy sigh.

“I missed you, too, little princess,” he said. “Missed you so much since you left.”

“But now I’m back!” Paige said, still stroking him, twisting her hands as she jacked off her loving father. “I’m your princess again! And we get to play together!” She smiled and quickened her stroking, meeting his eyes as they fluttered open again. “Like right now, I need to help polish King Daddy’s scepter…rub it all over with my hands…”

“Mmmmm… Yes, baby… That’s exactly how you do it.” Daddy’s hips gently rocked to and fro, sliding his cock back and forth through her pumping fingers. “And it…hasn’t been polished…in a long time!”

“I’ll give it lots of extra rubbing then, King Daddy!” She spit in her hands and tightened her fingers around his dick, pumping hard and quick. His mouth opened and his eyes closed, with hands on either side to hold himself upright. Paige knew that Daddy loved her pretending to be innocent, how it drove him absolutely wild. Their fantasies drove both lovers out of their minds with desire, which made their play time so much stronger, and bonded them closer together.

“It’s so big and red!” Paige gasped, staring at his cock, feeling it start to twitch in her hands. “I think something’s happening!”

“Oh…! Ohhhhhhh!” Daddy’s wordless cry came as he stiffened, and his thick shaft erupted in a thick stream of hot, creamy spunk. It splashed across Paige’s face and chin, across her neck and over her breasts, bathing her in his thick seed. She gasped in an honest reaction at just how much he came—Daddy had always been a gusher, but there was so much of it.

For a long moment, Daddy stayed very still, breathing soft and slow, his eyes shut tight as he came down from his orgasmic high. Then he looked down at her, streaked and stained by his cum, and Daddy sighed long and hard.

Paige smiled up at him. “That was…so much, King Daddy.” She raised her head and licked the tip of his cock, then suckled on it; his legs trembled and he moaned louder as she slurped the last bit of his seed right out of his heavy shaft before letting it go again. “I like polishing your scepter.”

“Me too, princess.” Daddy slid one hand across her head with a small, surprisingly tender smile. “Me too… Now close your eyes, baby girl.” He picked up the wand and washed her face clean, wiping away the excessive amounts of sticky cum, washing it down the drain.

Paige found herself sitting upright, looking up at him, nearly face to face. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. When they kissed, it was soft and gentle, almost afraid, as though both of them worried the other might stop or pull away. It warmed Paige’s heart and gave her some small hope that perhaps they could try again, to make something better out of their love affair…and then a loud, blaring alarm broke the air. It was sudden enough that she jerked and yelped in surprise. “Shit!”

Daddy’s head fell with a sigh as he stood up. “That’s my alarm. I need to get back to work.”

“Oh, no.” Paige frowned and hugged one of his legs tight. “Do you have to, Daddy?”

“Yes, princess, I have to.” He chuckled and stroked his daughter’s head for a moment, soothing her, then helping her to stand. “It’s a good thing I took lunch at home today, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Paige gave him a shy smile and pushed up on her toes to brush her lips against his again. “It was a very good thing.”

As he stepped out and began to dry himself, Daddy gave her a curious look. “Would you like me to take lunch at home tomorrow, too?”

“Could you really?!” Paige nearly bounced up and down with excitement. “That’d be wonderful!”

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to do that.” Daddy chuckled and hung the towel up. “I’m going to get dressed, sweetie. I’ll see you when I get home later.” Before she could answer, he stepped out and shut the door.

That left Paige alone, her mind whirling and racing with thoughts of what had happened and excitement at what was yet to come. The idea of sharing play time with Daddy again made her so excited she could hardly stand still. She’d been stuck, unsure of what to do after moving home again. Now she knew what she had to do: become her Daddy’s perfect lover again.

Several minutes later, Paige heard Daddy’s bedroom door open, and footsteps in the hall until they stopped at the bathroom door. She stared at it, her heart in her throat. “Please, please, please,” she whispered, over and over, trying to will him to open the door, to come back in and find her again. But after a long pause, his footsteps continued on. Paige heard the muffled sound of the front door opening and closing, and then his car starting before pulling away from the house.

Paige was profoundly disappointed, but also realized that he couldn’t stay. She was down for a few moments while drying off, but then her mood picked up again—after all, now she had Daddy’s next lunch hour to look forward to. The thought of it had her stomach in knots again, and she could hardly wait to see what happened tomorrow.

Tuesday

The rest of the previous day had Paige on pins and needles. She only got dressed that evening before her Mom got home, and as she pulled on some old cut offs and a crop top, Paige wanted to take them off again—after play time with Daddy, getting dressed again just felt…wrong.

Mom never knew about play time. Their games started after Paige moved back home while he her father on a two-week break from work. They had the house to themselves during the day, which had led to the start of so many wonderful things. The risk of getting caught both heightened the pleasure and increased the danger, enough that Paige tried going back to school again just to break things off. Daddy didn’t like it, but he’d allowed her to pull away. Now, things were different and Daddy was in control. That was the way they both liked it best, even if she was reliving the fear of being found out all over again.

The next day, Paige could hardly wait for lunch. She got up after her Mom left, stripped naked and stalked around the house, always peeking at the clock, impatiently waiting for Daddy to come home. She busied herself with cleaning and straightening up just to make the time go by faster.

She was surprised when her phone buzzed late that morning. It was Daddy. Good morning. Are you awake?

Paige was so excited she juggled and almost dropped the phone. Then she recovered. Yes! Hi!

It’s hot outside. You should go swimming today.

On its face, the suggestion was innocent enough, but it was her father—nothing about Daddy was ever innocent. Paige grinned. I can do that. Maybe you can join me?

Count on it.

That made the decision for her. Paige hurried to get everything ready. She found her old beach towel and rubbed herself down with sunscreen, smearing the cool lotion from the top of her brow to the soles of her feet. She’d already showered that morning, so she rubbed ointment on her smooth cunt and ass, tingling from the cool sensation.

The family pool was protected from view by a tall privacy fence, but Paige still felt anxious and excited at the same time as she stepped past the sliding door. The concrete patio was very warm under her bare feet, and she hurried over to a lounge chair not far from the sparkling blue waters of the pool.

After setting her things down, she dived in, loving the sudden shock between the hot air and the cool water, and came up with a sharp gasp. There was a joy that came with swimming in the nude, a feeling not even the skimpiest suit could match. Paige had tried them all, from micro bikinis to halter tops and thongs, but nothing was so good as water on bare skin. She did a short lap, swimming to the far end of the pool and back again, and came up with a deep breath as she slicked her hair back.

As she climbed the steps, dripping wet, water sliding over every curve, Paige smiled to herself. She checked her phone, saw his update—“Coming to you,” it said, which made her giggle—and stretched out on the lounge chair to wait for him.

The sliding door opened just a few minutes later, and Daddy stepped outside. The sight of him made Paige push up out of her chair in excitement. “Daddy!” she squealed, giving several bouncing steps before she leapt into his arms. His grip was strong and he had no trouble holding her aloft, his arms curled tight under her moist, naked bottom.

“There’s my girl again.” Daddy smiled up at her from under his thick eyebrows. “And just the way I like best.”

Paige curled her hands about his face and leaned down, kissing him with a hard, needful press of her mouth to his. She moaned into the kiss, then moaned louder when he returned it, still holding her tight. His body was cool, contrasting with her sun-warmed skin.

He bent his head to kiss down her jaw and neck, easing her down to both feet. Paige opened her mouth and moaned even more at the way he grabbed her ass so tight, making her thighs tremble. His cock was thick and stiff, and it twitched in her hand as she caressed its length, sliding her fingernails up its swollen length.

“I missed you!” she whispered, coiling her fingers tight around his raging shaft. “I missed you so much!”

“I know, princess.” He kissed her temple and the crown of her hand, rubbing her back with both hands. “I missed you too.”

“I’m here, King Daddy,” Paige answered, still stroking him as she looked up at his face. “Here for you now, for whatever you want.” She drew him gently towards the chair by his own cock and sank down to take a seat. Spreading her legs open, she slid her hands up his chest and began to kiss up and down his cock, sliding her tongue over it, bathing him in warm, loving caresses.

“Oh god…” Daddy bit his lip and gave a soft, pained hiss through flared nostrils, but he didn’t stop her. Rather, he stroked her wet hair, looking down at her with longing and repressed agony. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

Paige gave a hungry chuckle and slid her tongue up the whole length of his shaft, right to the throbbing tip. “Just as long as I have,” she said, squeezing and stroking his cock for a moment. “Is this our next game? Sucking my King’s cock? It’s been so long!”

“So open up that little mouth again, princess.” Daddy wrapped his hands around her head and curled his fingers into her wet hair, urging her closer to him.

Paige moaned again for him before she opened her mouth wide and felt his shaft slide along her tongue. She closed her eyes, calling on old instincts and habits once again as he pushed to the back of her throat and threatened to slide down it next.

Pleasuring her father orally required Paige to pay close attention to the tightness of his grip, the sound of his breathing and even the way his cock felt as it pumped in and out through her wet lips. It was easier to do those things with her eyes closed so she concentrated, holding his thighs tight in both hands while he fucked her mouth, turned back into his play thing once more.

“Mmmmmm… Yes, little princess, that’s good… King Daddy has some special milk, just for you to drink… Suck until you drink it all, alright?” Daddy had a soft, dreamy tone to his voice, breathy and deep as he rocked his hips and focused on his own pleasure.

“Mm-hm!” Paige slurped and gasped for breath, wanting to rock her own hips instinctively. She could think of so many better ways to make her father feel good, but this was what he wanted. His balls rocked against her chin and his fingers increased their grip, so she began to suck harder, trying to coax his climax out, to increase his pleasure.

“Fuck but I missed your mouth so much, baby.” Daddy groaned as a hot wind blew over them, shaking the trees, making the pool gurgle and splash. On the other side of that fence was the rest of the neighborhood, full of people living their lives in total ignorance of the debauchery taking place just a short distance away.

Paige pulled her mouth off with a gasp, tightening both hands around his cock to stroke it hard and fast for a moment as she caught her breath. “You promise, Daddy? You really missed me?!”

“I did!” Daddy’s breath caught as he gently swayed on his feet and his breath quickened. “I’m close now! Daddy’s close!”

“Give me all your milk, Daddy! Let me taste it!” With a hard gasp, Paige took his shaft back into her mouth once more, working the muscles of neck and shoulders as she gobbled him down, pushing his cock to the back of her throat. His breathing only increased in speed and vigor, and she knew he was about to finish.

“Oh god! Oh, my sweet, little princess! Ohhhhhh!” Daddy arched his back and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock right down her throat. She could feel it twitching and jerking on her tongue, taste the salty bitterness at the back of her tongue, feel her throat tightening as she swallowed down his hot load. It wasn’t wasted that time, something Paige was all too proud of.

The lovers held still for a long moment. Then Paige pulled back with a soft cough and a deep intake of breath while Daddy’s hands shifted to her shoulders, using her to hold himself up. His cock hung full and heavy before her eyes, and it only took her a moment to catch her breath and blink the tears away before she willingly opened her mouth again, gently swallowing the last few droplets of cum down. “Thank you, King Daddy,” she said. “I drank all my milk this time.”

Daddy began to breathe easier as she let his cock go again. “Good…good girl,” he said with a contented sigh. “Good job, princess. I’m proud of you.”

Paige smiled and lay back on the chair, naked and on display for him. She felt warm and beautiful, and held out both arms for him. “Hug me, Daddy? Please?”

Daddy didn’t resist. The chair creaked softly as he set his knees between her opened legs and stretched out on top of her. Their bodies were warm and slick, and they fit together so well as Paige took him in her arms, looking up at his wonderful face.

Staring down at her, Daddy stroked her cheek once again. “I forgot how beautiful you are,” he said.

Paige closed her eyes and turned her head towards his touch. “I think we both forgot some things,” she answered, peeking up at him with another shy smile. “Like how good it feels to have my Daddy on top of me.”

Daddy chuckled and leaned in closer. “Or how good it feels to have my princess in my arms again.”

She smiled as he brushed his lips against hers. “Princess Paige…and her big, strong, wonderful King Daddy…who she still loves very, very much.” Paige slid her fingernails up his sweaty back while raising her head to slide her tongue across his lips. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I ran away.”

“It was hard to let you go,” he answered, curling his arms tighter around her. “I thought about you every day.” He kissed her and they clung tight to each other for a long time, sliding their hands along the other’s body, slowly moving or grinding against each other. Their slick flesh made it easy to move together, to fit against each other, and Paige found it hard to keep quiet.

“Can we play…another game, Daddy?” Paige moaned and arched her body beneath his, hearing the chair creak. She slid one hand between their slippery bellies and curled her hand tight around his cock, swollen and thick once more. “King Daddy…showing little Princess Paige…how he fits his long, thick scepter…inside her tight, pink pussy!” Playing make-believe with Daddy could be an overwhelming experience. Becoming his princess again meant she was free to want him in so many ways, each more wild and wonderful than the last.