I waited until I was sure Barbara would be out of the house before I went back there.

I hadn’t wanted to go back – ever. But I owed it to Kendall to at least get some stuff of hers while she was at school, to make sure she had everything she needed.

As soon as I set foot on the lawn, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, even though it had only been half a day since I’d last been there. But the nostalgia was for what could have been with Barbara, an illusion that was too shattered to even imagine it whole anymore.

I walked into the house and right away noticed someone was there. My body went rigid in the anticipation of another fight with Barbara, and I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for walking in at the wrong time.

A figure walked through the hallway, and my eyes widened in shock.

Kendall wore the outfit from this morning, the sweet pink skirt and white sweater I’d ordered for her, and the cute little ballet flats I thought would suit her perfectly.

“Baby girl,” I said with a warning tone in my voice, and she froze on the spot, giving me a guilty little look.

I walked up to her and tipped her chin back, and her eyes locked onto mine, giving me an embarrassed look filled with guilt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school, Kendall?” I asked her gently, and her whole body sagged with relief when she heard I wasn’t pissed off with her. “What are you doing home?”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t feel so well, I just had to go home.”

“It’s okay,” I said.

I had such a fucking soft spot for this girl. She could do anything in the world and I’d find myself forgiving her just because she was so fucking sweet, like a piece of candy I wanted to suck on for the rest of my life.

“Don’t lie to me again, though,” I reminded her. “Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie, baby girl.”

Her body tensed when the words came out of my mouth, and she arched her back, pushing her delicious tits up and into my face. God, I hadn’t realized the bra I’d gotten her was a push-up one. She was fucking perfect for me like that, and I found it impossible to resist her. Her scent alone was making my mouth water, making me want to push her against the wall and ravage her body.

“I won’t,” she said softly.

“Promise?” I asked her, and she nodded, her trusting eyes locked on mine.

“I promise, Daddy,” she said, and I grinned at her.

The desire to fuck her wasn’t subsiding, and the little outfit I’d picked out for her only made things worse. It was early enough in the day I didn’t have to worry about Barbara coming home, and Amanda wouldn’t be back from school for another couple of hours, either.

“I want to fuck you, baby girl,” I told her, and I looked down at her, seeing the hairs on the back of her arms standing up to attention. “I’m going to fuck you right here, in the hallway.”

“Please,” she begged, even though we both knew she wanted it as much as I did.

“Come on,” I urged her. “Take your clothes off for me, Kendall. Let Daddy see that perfect little body of yours.”

She shook her head no, biting her bottom lip.

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

She looked up into my eyes fearfully, her gaze desperate and needy.

“I do… Daddy,” she admitted. “But I want you to do it. I want you to strip me down, get me naked. Daddy, please…”

“Of course,” I groaned.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around in my arms, her tight little ass rubbing against my hardening dick. I held her arms behind her back with one arm while I stripped her of that sinful little outfit with the other. And as soon as she was naked in front of me, I couldn’t fucking help myself. I’d wanted to take my time, teach her something new, but I wasn’t expecting the wave of crazy lust sweeping through my body like a hurricane.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I muttered, my finger trailing down her spine and over the tiny little freckle on her ass. “You’re so damn perfect for me. Are you going to let Daddy ruin you, Kendall?”

“Yes,” she breathed, still turned away from me, sounding out of breath. “Please Daddy, hurry, hurry the fuck up, please.”

I growled at her, my own breaths matching the need of hers as I bent her over. Her palms went up to the wall and she obeyed so fucking well, better than ever before. She was my perfect submissive little slut and I had every intention of using her any way I possibly could. The added advantage that it was happening in her mother’s house only got me harder. God, I wanted to get back at Barbara. I wanted to finally fuck someone I gave a shit about in that godforsaken house, and little Kendall had never been more willing.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I groaned at her, but she was too slow for my liking.

I reached between her thighs, slapping them apart and forcing them even wider until she was spread open perfectly for me. I fucking salivated at the sight, a tight, sexy young body so fucking ready, so damn willing to be taken, to be used and abused for my pleasure alone. I’d never have enough of this girl, of the way she submitted, the way she begged me for more even when she couldn’t take it.

I forced my hand in front of her mouth, growling in her ear, “Spit on it.”

She did, wetting my fingers good, and I put them back between her legs, making her mewl like a kitten as I opened her pussy lips for me. She was wet as fuck, that tight little slit dripping all over my fingers so eagerly I had to wonder if she’d planned our little get-together all along. After all, I hadn’t touched her last night, and the fact that she was fucking soaked proved how much she’d wanted me to.

“I need to fuck you,” I said into the shell of her ear. “But not before you come on my fingers, baby girl. Daddy needs to feel you fucking gushing.”

She responded to my words so fucking eagerly, sucking up my fingers into her cunt and making me fist a hand in her air instead of holding her arms back.

“Don’t you dare fucking move them,” I said. “Keep your hands behind your back, Kendall. I want you to do everything I say. Will you be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?” I growled. “Don’t fucking test my patience, little girl.”

“Yes… Daddy,” she said, her voice so fucking desperate I couldn’t help myself anymore.

With a groan, I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my cock out, the head thick and soaked with precum, my whole dick so hard I couldn’t even wrap my fingers around it.

“Come on, you little slut,” I muttered into her ear. “Let Daddy into that tight pink pussy. Let me fill it up for you, baby girl.”

She moaned, and her legs slid farther apart. My cock entered her so fucking easily and her cunt wrapped around me in a perfect fit. My hands sought her mouth and she sucked on my fingers eagerly, the tips dripping with her own juices. She sucked them dry with fast, desperate little motions of her sexy mouth. I couldn’t even fuck her I was so damn hard. I knew the moment I started thrusting into her perfect, juicy cunt I’d end up filling it up.

I reached up for her tits, roughly pinching her nipples until she cried out. I forced my mouth against her neck, taking the soft skin there between my teeth and biting down. Fuck Amanda, fuck their mother. I was going to leave marks all over Kendall and admire them for days afterwards. And the moment they were fucking gone, they’d be replaced with new ones.

She had never been more desperate for my cock than that day, urging me on with soft little moans as I fucked myself into her.

“Fuck,” she cried out, her legs shivering helplessly as I forced myself deeper.

Jesus fuck, I was going to come. I could barely hold back anymore. My cock was fucking throbbing. I’d never gotten off this fast before.

Then, I felt a trickle of liquid running down my balls.

She’d fucking squirted.

Her moans were so loud I should have clamped a hand over her mouth but I couldn’t fucking resist it. The moment she started dripping, I forced my cock out of her, spread her legs as wide as I could, and watched that perfect cunt make a mess on the hallway floor. She fucking squirted like she’d been doing it for months, her pussy leaking and spurting all over me, all over the floor.

I needed to taste her. I needed that sweet, syrupy juice of hers all over my mouth, all over my fucking beard so I could smell it for the rest of the day. I needed her in my mouth. I needed to drink her the fuck up.

I dropped to my knees, my hands grabbing her ass roughly and my nails digging into her bubble butt. I forced her open and she cried out when my tongue started lapping at her.

Jesus fucking Christ, she tasted sweet. Her cunt was fucking perfect, dripping so much it was like a faucet and I couldn’t get enough of what she was offering.

I fucking drank from her pussy. Long, thirsty laps, sucking at her clit, fucking draining her until I felt another orgasm tearing through her body, ripping her apart. She leaned against the wall and sobbed softly as her cunt gave in to it, filled my mouth with her sweet essence. I couldn’t get enough. This was a side of Kendall I’d never seen before, a side I couldn’t get enough of. Long gone was the innocent little girl, and in her place stood an insatiable whore, demanding I drink her empty with my tongue.

“Daddy fucking please,” she begged. “Fucking drink me dry, Daddy, please, drink it up. Keep going, don’t stop… Daddy!”

My mouth was firmly latched onto her pussy and I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. I fucking emptied her of everything, until she was nothing but a husk and her legs wouldn’t hold her up anymore. She cried out as I gathered her in my arms, and her eyes fluttered closed as I carried her upstairs, so fucking gentle with her used-up body, such a good Daddy after I’d been an absolute monster to her. Somehow it didn’t matter I hadn’t gotten my release, because she was going to suck my cock dry soon. All that mattered was getting her into bed, and taking care of my sweet baby girl.

Something gnawed at my mind but I couldn’t explain it.

“Take me to my room, Daddy,” she begged half-deliriously. “My room, please, I need to lie down, Daddy please.”

I opened the door to her room with her elbow and set her down on the bed. She opened those pretty eyes and they took one look at the pink princess room filled with plushies, and she sighed deeply.

“Not this room, Daddy,” she said sleepily. “My room, not Kendall’s.”

I stared at her, my heart threatening to jump straight through my chest. She realized her mistake the second I did and she sat up, her eyes fearful as she faced me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I groaned at her.

She blushed and looked away guiltily.

It was the only answer I needed.