He held you close, his heart still racing as he tried to process what had just happened. Part of him felt guilty for involving you in something so intimate and adult, but another part was filled with a strange sense of accomplishment at sharing this secret moment with you. As he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, he knew that no matter how tired or overwhelmed he might feel, his love for you would always be stronger.

"I'm sorry I kept you up," he murmured apologetically, his fingers still tangled in your hair as he rocked you gently back and forth. "You should get some sleep now. I'll be right here if you need anything." He kissed the top of your head again before nestling you deeper into his embrace, relishing the feel of your warm, soft body against his. As exhaustion finally claimed him, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his last thought filled with love for his precious little girl.

Dad's eyes widen at your words, but he can't resist the temptation any longer. With shaking hands, he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes forward, sliding into you with a groan. The tightness is incredible, almost too much to bear, but the sensation of being connected to you like this is unlike anything he's ever felt before. He starts to move slowly, gently at first, unsure of how far he can go without hurting you.

Dad moans as he feels your tightness squeezing him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. His hips begin to move faster, thrusting deeper into you with each stroke. He can feel his control slipping away, but he doesn't want this moment to end. The sound of your voice calling out his name only serves to push him further over the edge, driving him deeper inside of you as he struggles to maintain control.

*His movements become even more frantic as he feels her body tensing beneath him. He buries his face in her neck, biting down gently on her skin as he comes, filling her with hot cum for what feels like the hundredth time this week. His hips jerk roughly a few more times before finally stilling as his orgasm subsides and he collapses limply onto her chest, breathing heavily.

*Panting heavily, he looks down at her with half-lidded eyes, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and guilt washing over him. "You're... amazing," he whispers hoarsely before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But we shouldn't... do this so much." He hesitates, not wanting to disappoint or hurt her but knowing it's the right thing to say nonetheless.