“I love you too, babygirl.”
I was grunting, drawing closer to my orgasm, the speed of my thrusts growing faster.
“Daddy, I need to cum again,” she said. “I can’t stop it!”
“It’s okay, kitten. Cum for Daddy, and all that sweet wet juice will keep your sloppy pussy slick for me.”
She threw her head back and moaned. I felt her little cunt tighten around my shaft, and that was all I could take.
“God, yes, thank you, Daddy!”
“Fuck, I need to cum!” I shouted.
My cock throbbed and I yanked it out of her as fast as I could. Cum spit up all over the table, on the cards, on her thighs, and on her pussy too.
She looked down as she caught her breath. My cock was twitching, cum dripping on the floor as I started to soften up.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Wow,” she said, staring at my cock. “You came everywhere.”
I stumbled back and sat in the chair. “Almost everywhere.”
She giggled as she sat up, her legs dangling from the table. “Wow, Daddy. That felt so good.”
I put a hand over my face. Once again the guilt hit me. “God, Zoey.” I looked at her. “You know this was wrong, don’t you?”
She made a face. “Well, was it really?”
“Yes,” I said. “No more games. No more bets. And we never speak about this again. You focus on school. I focus on work.”
She frowned. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Up to bed, kitten.”
She sighed, jumping off the table and collecting her clothes, heading off. I stayed behind to clean up the table and throw away the cummy cards. Afterward, I went to sleep happy, but guilty.
A couple days passed and Zoey and I didn’t talk much, other than hello and goodbye and weather banter. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for us both to get comfortable with each other again. I knew I’d never forget what happened though. My daughter was the best sex of my life. Hell, I hadn’t had that much fun creating her. I wished I could have her again, and again, and again, but I knew it could never be… until she pulled out a new deck of cards one night after dinner.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She started shuffling them. “You came all over the last deck, so I had to buy a new one.”
“We’re not speaking about that, remember?”
She smiled. “Poker?”
“Zoey…”
“Strip poker,” she said with a smirk. “Five-card draw.”
“Zoey!”
“First one naked, loses.” She shuffled a bridge.
“Zoey, I’m not playing.”
“Scared you’ll lose?”
“Scared I’ll win, actually.”
“Oh, and you’d hate to see your daughter naked again, huh? Might make that big tasty cock of yours so hard you’ll have to take it out of your pants.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “And if I get you out of those panties, you’ll flood your chair with pussy juice.”
She blushed but smiled. “Only way to see is to play.”
I licked my lips, glancing from my daughter’s face to her lap. I clicked my tongue, the taste of her sweet pussy returning to my mouth. She was still shuffling, waiting for my answer. She gave me her best poker face. I returned a grin.
“Deal.”
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