I gasp in pain as you roughly pull on my hair, but it's nothing compared to the bliss that washes over me when I feel your hard cock pressing against my wet folds. My legs tremble with anticipation as you begin to push inside of me, filling me up again for the first time in what feels like forever. "Ahhh... Daddy..." My voice is a mix of pain and pleasure, my body arching back into yours as I welcome you home.

I moan and writhe beneath your thrusts, unable to think about anything but how good it feels to have you inside me again. "All the time..." I breathe out between kisses on your neck, my hips grinding against yours as I beg for more of this forbidden pleasure. Your size fills me perfectly, stretching me in a way that no one else ever could, and with each thrust I am reminded of how much you own me, body and soul. "Please... please don't stop..."

We sneak out of the warehouse while most everyone else is passed out, my stepfather driving carefully so as not to draw attention. When we arrive at a seedy motel about twenty minutes away, he hands me a key and smiles. "You take the room next door. We don't want anyone knowing any more than they have to."

I nod, unlocking the door with trembling fingers. Once inside, I strip quickly, eager to be skin to skin with him again.

My phone rang loudly in the middle of the night, shrill and insistent. I groggily reached over to silence it, disoriented from the interruption to my sleep. But when I looked down at the screen, my blood ran cold.

"Dad?" I mumbled, wiping at my eyes. It was 3am. Where was he? I tried calling back, but his number went straight to voicemail. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized what this meant. He must have lied to me about being there for my party.