EroticReverie

Nicole

He wanted me. She’d made him want me. Just like she’s made me want him. It’s twisted and wrong and know that he’s right. That it’s wrong no matter how we spin it or try to justify it. But he’s letting me touch his thigh, his arm, and god, I’d just told him I wanted to make him cum. 

“Nicole” he groans after I say it. His eyes on mine as my hand slips from under his and further up his leg. 

“Nicole , I can’t do this” he shakes his head and my hand still slips over his pants and right over his lap. My heart races as I feel him hard under my palm. My hand presses against him and let my fingers mold to the ridge of his cock and his eyes close as he curses. 

I had my hand on his dick.  I had my hand on my father’s dick. Willingly. I was choosing to do this. And he was choosing to let me even if his words said he couldn’t do this. He wasn’t stopping me from rubbing his cock with my hand.  He was big and he was so hard. For me. 

“It’s okay Daddy” I whisper and his eyes open and there’s a tortured look in his eyes. Almost like he’s apologizing to me silently for not stopping me. 

“It’s okay” I whisper again as I keep rubbing him through his pants. 

“Nicole” he exhales and his eyes close as his jaw clenches as I grab his cock through his pants as I keep rubbing him. 

“Fuck” he sucks in a breath and groans as I watch his face. His eyes open again. 

“Does it feel good?” I ask and he curses softly. 

“Of course it feels good but that’s not-“

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask as I cut him off. 

There’s silence between us as he stares at me. It feels like forever that I wait for him to answer as he looks at my mouth and then down to his lap and groans. 

“No princess, I don’t want you to stop” he groans. His answer sends me reeling and I feel a burst of adrenaline, a burst of excitement and need and a sick desire that I’m choosing to blame on my mother. He must feel it too, because his hand lifts as he turns slightly and his fingers slip into my messy hair and he pulls me closer as my hand keeps touching him. 

“Princess” he groans. His mouth so close to mine. 

“I’ll always be your princess, but I can be this for you too” I whisper and he puts his mouth to mine. And I’m kissing my father. I’m kissing him like I’m his woman, not his little girl giving her father a peck on the lips. The sound he makes against my lips, the rush of his exhale from his nose over my mouth is hungry and defeated and full of surrender to what we both know is wrong. 

Our lips press over one another’s just a few times before I’m parting my mouth and inviting him to kiss me like I’m not his daughter. 

It takes just seconds for passion to override the bit of hesitance , that single moment where we could still stop this, like we know we should. But neither of us does. We want more. We want what my mother has made us crave by putting it into our heads. Or maybe it was always there and she was just bringing it to the surface. Whatever the reason I felt this way, I didn’t care.

My father kisses me with passion and hunger and our mouths are sharing each others quickened breaths as I push up. My hand sliding off his cock as I move onto my knees and both of his hands grab my face, not giving up my mouth for a single second as he keeps kissing me while I slip onto his lap. 

I nestle myself high on his lap. Wanting to feel him against me, I moan and he groans as I grind myself against where I’d just had my hand. 

His one hand slides off my face the other , sliding behind my neck and up into my hair and  his mouth leaves mine, leaving me panting as I ride his lap, moving my hips faster, rubbing myself against the bulge in my fathers pants. His hand in my hair grips my locks and he tilts my head slightly as his mouth goes to my neck and I cry out. My lashes fluttering as he kisses my skin and my nipples grow harder and my pussy wetter. 

“Daddy” I moan and he groans on my neck and nips my flesh and then licks it and brings his mouth to my ear. His heavy exhales tickling my ear and sending shivers down my back as I keep grinding against him.  

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks. 

I nod with a whimper. Zero hesitation. 

“Yes” I answer “do you?” I breathe heavily and his other hand slips over my breast and his hand grabs at my breast as he groans. 

“I fucking NEED it princess” He groans and I gasp with surprise and moan as he releases my hair and then my hands are in his hair as he slides his hands to my upper back and looks at my tits and groans , his places a kiss on my nipple through the fabric and another shiver rattles through me and I bite my lip with a whimper as he presses a kiss to the other and I let out a cry as his teeth pinch my nipple through the fabric.  My pussy aches and I’m so wet as I grind against him and pull his hair and then crash my mouth back to his. His hands sliding down my tank top and lifting it as I kiss him desperately. 

My tank top is lifted and my arms lift and our mouths part and he groans as he frees me from my tank top, my tits out for him, his eyes locked on them and he drops the tank top and his hands grab my torso. His thumbs right under my breasts as I let my hands fall from his hair and behind me to this knees as I put them on display for him. His eyes roaming my stomach and back to my breasts and then my face. 

“Fucking incredible” he groans and his hands smooth beneath my tits and he pushes them up , his hands cupping beneath them and my skin loves the way his hands feels on it. 

Maybe I was so willing to do this with him because he was like me. He knew that it was wrong. Unlike my mother who’d forced it and manipulated me. We both know this shouldn’t be happening. But we were exploring the depravity of it together. On the same page. Unable to deny what we agreed wasn’t normal or right. 

“Come here” he groans as his hands slide around behind my upper back again and he gently pulls me closer as he brings his mouth to my breasts. He kisses the inner flesh. The upper. The side and drags his tongue along the underside of my breast and I whimper. So close to the edge of cumming just watching him put his mouth directly on my breasts. He avoids my tight nipples, making them ache for his attention as my hips roll and I pull myself closer to the edge of orgasm as he moves his mouth to my other breast. 

“So beautiful” he murmurs. “Your body is so beautiful Nicole” he groans and his breath pushes over my nipple. 

“Daddy” I whine impatiently as my nipples are teased and long for his mouth on them. 

“Do you want me to taste your pretty little nipples?” He groans and looks at me and he flicks one with his finger and I gasp and my pussy clenches as I nod. 

“Taste them daddy” I whine and he groans and my head falls back and I curse as his warm mouth envelops my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth. His wet tongue pushing against the hard point as his hands drop down my back and grab my ass and I cry out as he groans loudly while sucking my nipple. 

I lift my head and watch , I watch as my father pulls my ass harder and makes me grind him harder as his mouth pops from my nipple and then flicks his tongue over it wickedly. Fast slaps of the tip of his tongue that make me whimper louder and curse as one hand leaves my ass and grab the breast he’s giving his attention to. He squeezes it , forcing my breasts to bulge and my nipple to stick out and he lays his tongue flat over my nipple. Dragging it up over it slowly and I shiver and tremble. My pussy so fucking wet and needy as I edge myself on his lap. He shakes his head side to side in slow movements. His tongue slipping back and forth , side to side over my nipple and then he stops, flicking it again. 

“They taste so fucking perfect” he growls and then sucks my nipple into his mouth again and I cry out as cum. My body giving in to the pleasure that built up from grinding on his lap, feeling his mouth on mine, feeling his mouth on  my neck, my tits. 

I don’t bother keeping quiet, there’s no reason to in this house. The only other person here is my mother and she would just fucking love to hear me cumming while on my father’s lap with my nipple in his mouth. 

He groans as I gasp and my hips shake as they try to grind my clit over the thick bulge that took me to my climax. Trying to ride it out as much as I can before i come down from the high. 

He groans and then is holding me , pulling me into him. My breasts pressed against his shirt as he holds my head in the crook of his neck , my body trembling as he kisses the side of my head. That just happened. I just came for my father. I’ve had orgasms given to me by both of my parents now. So fucked up. It was so fucked up , but the bliss I’m in has me not giving a fuck about how wrong it is. When it feels this good. 

“Are you okay?” He asks and my heart aches in my chest at the worry in his voice. He thinks I’ll regret it. And maybe a small part of me does. And I’ll battle with myself everyday about the wrong and right of it all , just like I do with my mother. But I wanted this. I wanted him   She’d made me want him. And , the way I feel right now being held by my dad, after him letting me getting off on his lap, it felt, right. As wrong as it was, it felt like it was truly okay to be half naked on his lap being kissed on my head while my panties were soaked with arousal. 

I nod my head. “I’m okay” I say and I kiss his neck and he hums softly. 

“Do you want to go to bed now?” He asks and strokes my hair and I shake my head. 

“Not unless you’re coming with me” I say without hesitation and I feel him clutch my hair at my reply. 

“I think we should, go to our own beds” he says and I can feel him. Still hard. Still unsatisfied. That just wouldn’t do. I needed to take care of him. I wanted to make him like I told him I wanted to. 

“I don’t want to go to bed yet” I say as I kiss his neck again. 

He sighs and I lift my head and press my lips to his before he can let guilt take over and change his mind. His answering groan to my kiss lets me know he wants more too. That he doesn’t truly want to go to bed. 

My hands lift his shirt and he groans as he lifts his arms for me and then I drop his shirt and put my hands to the back of the couch as I let my nipples graze his chest and he looks down. Watching them drag on his chest. 

“They look good on you daddy, don’t they?” I ask and his eyes lift and his jaw clenches. 

“I love how they look on me Princess, you look perfect on me” he says, prompting me to steal another kiss as I let them press harder against his chest. My tits pressed harder against him as his mouth opens for my tongue and I kiss him as his hands grab my hips. 

I dip my head to the side. Kissing along his jaw and down his neck. He groans as I shift back on his lap , kissing over his chest as I slip my feet to the floor and lower myself slowly to my knees in front of him. 

“Nicole, you don’t have to do this, we can still stop, this isn’t right, fuck, this isn’t right princess” he groans as my hands work his belt undone and my mouth kisses the trail of hair that’s low on his abdomen. 

“I do have to Daddy, because I want to make you cum” I tell him again.