Grey
I really should kick Fiona out of my bed. Or else I should go sleep on the couch. I don't know why I'm still here. I'm not here for me. That's what I keep telling myself. Fiona is vulnerable right now. Can you blame her? After everything that happened with her mother and after what she told me earlier, I sure can't.
It's not much, but my parents were alive until I was eighteen. At least I had that, and every day I wish I had more, but I'm still grateful for what I do have. I have Emily, and we have each other. I'm alive, I've managed to become successful in the face of adversity, and now that Emily's eighteen I can stop worrying about her as much.
I'm still going to worry, though.
While I grew up with our parents, Emily only really ever grew up with me. She remembers our mom and dad a little bit, but it's hard when you lose parents at such a young age. That's what everyone tells me, but I wouldn't really know.
As for Fiona...
She never had a father, and I don't know if she really had a mother, either. I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't know what it meant to be her Daddy. It's nothing like I ever could have imagined, and if I'm being really fucking honest with you right now it scares me.
"Daddy" means more to her than I thought possible. It's not about being a father. It's not even being a father figure. It's like being everything. How can I even begin to be something like that to someone?
Why am I so tempted to try to be exactly that for her?
These thoughts are killing me. I can't take it anymore, so I'm about to give up and either kick Fiona out of my room or go sleep on the couch. I need to do something.
When I turn around to tell her, she's sleeping, though. She has her hands under her cheek, hands and head resting on one of my pillows. Mouth open slightly, she breathes softly while she dreams. I feel her breath on my face, gentle and sweet. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I press forward and give her a kiss on the cheek.
Her eyes flutter open a little, sleepy, and she yawns and looks at me.
"Sorry I fell asleep, Daddy," Fiona says, mumbling.
"It's alright, baby," I tell her. "You can sleep here tonight. I think it's better if I go sleep on the couch, though. I'll set an alarm and wake up early and then wake you up so Emily won't find out you slept down here."
"Nooooo..." she says, sleep and dreams in her voice. "Don't sleep on the couch."
"Do you want me to bring you back upstairs?" I ask. "I'll carry you, but we need to be quiet. We can't wake up Emily."
"Noooooooooo, not that, either," she says, a little grumpy.
It's basically the cutest thing I've ever seen and heard. Her lips pout into an adorable little heart shape, almost like she's kissing the air.
"What do you want to do then?" I ask her, but I'm almost afraid to find out.
"Can we cuddle?" she asks. "Can I sleep here with you, Daddy? And you can set your alarm and we'll wake up early and then Emily won't find out. Promise."
Now, I know what you're thinking. Cuddling? Yeah, that's the least of my concerns. Fiona's almost asleep, and cuddling is probably the most innocent thing I could possibly do with her right now. I mean, when you compare it to what I did earlier, then I think cuddling wins, hands down. I don't think anyone can get mad at me for cuddling with Fiona.
Except, what I haven't told you before now is that I've had an erection for awhile. I thought I had myself under control when I changed into my pajama pants. I usually sleep in them without underwear, so I just sort of tossed them on without thinking about it. Except the more I talked with Fiona, the more I started to realize just how much I wanted to--
It's not just fucking, alright? I mean, yeah, when you get right down to it, I want to fuck her brains out. Not at first. I don't want to hurt her or anything. It took awhile for me to fit my entire cock into her tight, eighteen year old pussy. I feel like a huge fucking pervert for thinking about it like that, but let's be real here. She's eighteen and her pussy is tight as fuck, and yet somehow I managed to thrust my entire cock inside her.
We stopped after that, but like I said, I'd be lying if I tried telling you I didn't want to fuck her brains out. I want to be gentle too, though. I want her first time to be everything she hoped for and more. I want to make her feel so fucking good. I want to be there for her, unconditionally, but I want to fuck her with a passion she could only dream of, and I want to make love to her with all the romance she deserves.
I want to be her Daddy and I want her to be my good girl. I don't care if that makes me fucked up. This girl means so much to me and I'd give her everything she ever wanted if I could.
Now, I'm not saying it's a good idea. It's a bad idea. It's a very fucking bad idea. I should not be the one doing this for her, and I know it, but the way she talks about it makes me wonder if I'm wrong and she's right.
I'm not. I don't think I am. I just...
Let's just get back to the matter at hand. She wants to cuddle and my cock is harder than hard. Without underwear, the thing's just tenting the front of my pajama pants, throbbing and pulsing, ready to do something I shouldn't be doing.
Not sure how I'm supposed to cuddle with her like this, you know?
"Please, Daddy?" Fiona asks, smiling sleepily at me.
She rolls onto her side with her back to me. It's a classic spooning position, except I'm kind of facing away from her. Maybe we can do this. If I just, uh...
I move back a little. Back to back, right? We can cuddle like that. I'm not sure that's considered cuddling, but she's tired so maybe she won't notice.
I regret to inform you that she does. She notices immediately.
"That's not how you cuddle," she says, pouty. "You need to turn around."
Alright, cock. You and I need to have a serious conversation. I get that you want to thrust yourself deep inside Fiona's fine as fuck pussy, but we can't be doing that right now. Or ever. So just calm down, alright?
My cock throbs at the thought of Fiona's fine as fuck pussy and doesn't even come close to calming down.
Nevermind. I know what to do. I maneuver carefully, pulling my shaft up so it's trapped in the waistband of my pajama pants. Half my cock sticks out, but it's hidden beneath my shirt, so that's fine. The other half presses tight against my body, pointing up to my chin. This isn't exactly ideal, but at least I don't have to worry about my tenting problem anymore.
I can safely turn around and spoon Fiona without her realizing anything. Except I need to set my alarm, so I have to do that first. I reach for my phone on my bedside table and set an alarm for way too fucking early. After I'm done, I put my phone back and sort of swivel around carefully so I can spoon with Fiona. Need to be careful not to screw up my cockblocking mechanism, you know?
Yes, I'm cockblocking myself. Never thought I'd see the day that happened, but here I am.
Fiona pushes back against me when I finally start to cuddle with her. She lets out a soft moan, which I'm pretty sure is just from being tired, but it sounds sexy as fuck, regardless. My cock twitches at the sound of it, straining hard against my pajama pants waistband. Fiona freezes. Shit. She noticed, didn't she?
She doesn't say anything, though. Just pushes her ass back a little, nestling it in my lap. Is it still a lap if you're laying down? I have no idea. I'm not a linguistics professional. I can't answer questions like that.
I'm fine, though. This is fine. My cock is trapped, she won't realize what's going on, and if I can just make it for a few seconds until she goes to sleep I think I can handle this. I'll just go to sleep, too. Or else I'll sneak off to the bathroom while she's sleeping, take care of myself, and come back with no one being the wiser.
You've got this, Grey. You can do it. I believe.
Sometimes you have to give yourself a mental pep talk, especially when it involves a situation like the one I now find myself in. Just trust me on this one.
I trusted myself, but then something betrayed me. I don't know what it was, either my pajama pants or my cock, but it was one of those.
Fiona shifts around, trying to get comfortable. Unfortunately my pajama pants are in a slightly precarious position right now. With my cock straining hard against the waistband, and me pressed tight against Fiona, some unfortunate things happen, and my pajama pants slide down. My cock slaps hard against her back, freed from the confines of my pants.
And... so... I don't mean to do this, alright? It's just instinctive, and no guy wants their throbbing cock squished up somewhere. It's not like this specific situation is the issue, it's just the entire thing in general. I kind of scoot back without thinking about it in order to make myself more comfortable. My cock slaps downwards, jutting straight out between my legs, and the next time Fiona pushes back against me to get more comfortable, my shaft slides between her thighs.
She's wearing pajama pants, so it's not like anything terrible happens. More terrible, I mean. It's not like anything worse than my cock slapping out of my pants and diving between her thighs happens, which is actually pretty terrible now that I think about it. Holy fucking shit.
Admittedly, this is a lot more comfortable than trying to keep my cock trapped in the waistband of my pants or keeping it pressed tight against her back, though. My cock is free, and it's happy about that. I'm not happy, but my cock doesn't give a fuck what I think. It does what it wants.
"Um... Daddy..." Fiona says, acting all coy and innocent. "What's this?"
I don't have time to answer before she reaches between her legs and touches my cock. Her fingers tease and toy with the head. I thought I had issues before, but this is on an entirely different level. I don't cum, but my cockhead is already coated in precum and with Fiona playing with me I sort of throb and pulse, shooting out a little more precum. Like a mini-orgasm, I guess? I don't know how to explain this to you. You'd have to be there.
Fiona's there, and let me assure you she's quite pleased with herself. She giggles as a little precum streams directly from my cock to her fingers. She rubs my slickness all around the head of my cock. It feels incredible, but also ridiculously sensitive, and I start to buck and shake. Gentle, she slows down, but this isn't any better. Her nails rake lightly across my slick cock, sending shivers through my body.
"Fiona," I say, trying to be strong. "We can't. We need to stop this."
"I know," she says, smiling.
To her credit, she stops. I guess that's what we're going to call this. She stops playing with the head of my cock and instead she reaches for the waistband of her pajama pants. When she slides them down I soon find out that I'm not the only one who doesn't wear underwear with their pajamas. Good to know, right?
Uh, no. It's not. This is very very bad. Holy shit.
We go back to spooning, or that's what I'm trying to do. My cock is sort of in the way and I'm trying to figure out a way to fix this. Nothing's working, but at least Fiona isn't playing with it anymore. That's the last thought I have before she pushes back against me, grinding her ass in my lap, trying to spoon with me.
Except there's nothing between my cock and her pussy anymore. Absolutely nothing.
The head of my cock lodges in between her lower lips. I'm trapped again, but this time isn't quite the same as before. Instinctive, because I need her so much it hurts, I push forward while she pushes back. Before I know it, inch by delirious inch, my cock sinks into her tight pussy. I'm over halfway in before I realize what's happening and it's a little too late to stop now.
"It's okay, Daddy," Fiona says. "You aren't hurting me. I know what to expect this time and I know how it feels. You feel so good, Daddy. You can just be inside me, alright? We don't have to do anything else. We can just cuddle like this, since it's easier for you. Right, Daddy? If your cock is hard like this then it'll hurt to put it back in your pants. I don't mind if it stays here. You can keep your cock inside me, Daddy..."
I wince at the memory, at the thought I might have hurt her before in the restaurant, but my cock throbs hard inside her, happy to be back. Her pussy clenches tight against my shaft, squeezing me for all I'm worth.
"Did I hurt you earlier, baby?" I ask her. "Did I hurt you in the restaurant? I didn't mean to, but you just... you feel so good, baby. Do you like Daddy's cock inside you like this?"
"Ohhhh, Daddy, I love it," she says, purring. "You didn't hurt me, Daddy. It was just different. I didn't know how it would feel. I've always wanted to feel it, but I wanted to wait and I wanted to be with you, Daddy. You're so nice and gentle and... you're very big, Daddy, but I'm happy you fit inside me. It's like my pussy is perfect for your cock, don't you think?"
"Fiona... baby..." I say, torn. "We shouldn't do this, but..."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Do you want to feel what it's like, baby? To have sex, I mean. You know what it's like to have a cock inside you, but do you want to feel what it's like when it moves? Then we need to stop, alright?"
She hesitates, and I almost think I've gone too far, but after a few seconds she says, "I want to feel it, Daddy. If it's with you, I want to feel it. And if you need to stop after, we can. I trust you, Daddy."
"Alright, baby," I say to her, whispering against the back of her neck. "So... this is how it feels all the way inside. Just like this..."
I wrap my arm around her waist and press my palm onto her stomach. I pull her back onto me while I slowly push the rest of the way inside her. My cock bottoms out, slowly grinding as far into her as I can. I grind a little more, getting a feel for things. She pushes back against me.
"Daddy, that feels really good," she says, giddy. "It's like you're in my tummy almost. I can feel you, like... right here..."
She rests her hands on the back of mine, guiding my palm down her stomach. When she finds the spot, she pushes gently on my hand, pressing it into her stomach a little below her belly button.
"Right there, Daddy," Fiona says. "That's where I feel you..."
I grin and kiss the side of her neck. "Do you want to feel more, baby?"
"Uh huh," she says with a whimper. "Yes, please, Daddy..."
I pull out slowly, and then I slide back in. Once more, and then again. Each time I thrust back into her is easier than the last as my cock forces her pussy to accept me. She grinds back against me as I thrust hard into her. It's a shame I need to stop soon, and I'm finding it harder and harder to remind myself of that.
"This is what it feels like, Daddy?" she asks. "This is what it feels like to make love?"
"Yes, baby," I tell her. "But... sometimes there's a little more. It's not just this. Do you want me to show you?"
"Show me, Daddy," Fiona whispers. "I want you to show me all of what it's like."
Without another word, I move my hand lower down her stomach. I shift a little on my bed until my fingers are in just the right spot. The next time I thrust into her, I start stroking her clit gently. She trembles the first time I do it. The more I tease her clit, the more her legs start to shake.
"And there's kissing, too, baby," I tell her. "You can't kiss me back like this, but I can kiss you. I can kiss your neck... just like this..."
I thrust deep inside her and rub her clit up and down. She grinds back against me and I kiss her neck. I suck gently and then bite lightly on her soft skin.
"Daddy, I... I'm going to..." Fiona pants. "I'm going to cum soon, Daddy. Can I cum? Please? I've been a good girl, Daddy. Promise!"
"You can cum for me, baby," I tell her. "That's a part of making love, too. It's natural. This is what it should feel like."
Once I give her permission, she goes silent. Not completely because she's still whimpering in pleasure, but she doesn't say anything else. I thrust into her slowly, savoring every aching feeling as her pussy clenches down hard on my cock. She felt amazing before, but actually having sex with Fiona is beyond heaven. I know I'm going to hell for this, but a part of me feels like it's completely worth it.
"Daddy..." Fiona says. "Daddy... daddy, right there... yes. Yes yes yes... oh my God, Daddy!"
Fiona's entire body spasms as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard she almost forces me out of her. I thrust in hard and hold myself there, doing everything I can just to keep myself inside her. She bucks and thrashes, her feet kicking up the covers. While I play with her clit, she grabs my wrist, just holding me tight, keeping my hand there. I kiss and suck hard on her neck, letting her enjoy every single second of her first time.
This is seriously the sexiest fucking thing I've ever done. I have never been with a girl like Fiona. I'm not sure I should be, but it happened and I can't change it now. My cock kind of made the decision for me, and I feel like I'm going to regret this later, but for now, I'm completely ecstatic. I need this girl so bad.
"That was so amazing, Daddy..." Fiona says in a daze. "Did you feel it? Could you feel me squeezing your cock?"
"I felt it, baby," I say, smiling. "You liked it? It felt amazing to me, too."
"Did it?" she asks, curious.
"It did. That's what it should feel like. Now you know, right?"
"Uh huh, but... Daddy? What's it feel like if you cum inside me?"
Yeah, I'm dead. I can't do this anymore. I'm going to hell. Fuck.