THIS IS DADDY’S ASS

  AFTER DARK TABOO

  J. SNOW

  THIS IS DADDY’S ASS

  Jenika Snow writing as J. Snow

  www.JenikaSnow.com

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  Copyright © October 2024 by J. Snow

  First E-book and Paperback Publication: October 2024

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  CONTENTS

  Synopsis

  Content

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  When my daddy found out I was sneaking out of the house, he showed me that no one else could have me… but him.

  CONTENT

  Taboo (Father and Daughter) / Incest / MF / Degradation / Praise / Voyeurism / Masturbating / Spanking / Spit Play / Anal / Ass Eating / Rough Sex / Oral / Pearl Necklace / Gushing / Cum Play / HEA

  1

  VICTORIA

  I knew my daddy was going to be pissed if he knew I was sneaking out… again. But here I was creeping through the darkened house and making sure my he was asleep.

  The house was silent, except for my daddy’s heavy breathing that could be heard clearly down the hall.

  I was dressed with my shoes on, ready to make my break, but waited to make sure he wouldn’t wake. My father–although kind and sweet and I was an all-around daddy’s girl–could be scary as hell when he was pissed.

  I stood perfectly still right outside of his bedroom door and held my breath. But he was in a deep sleep, probably exhausted from working overtime at his body shop.

  My heart pounded, and my pulse thrummed in my ears, but I couldn’t help the excitement bubbling inside me. I’d been talking with Connor, one of the new boys at the university, and he’d invited me to hang out at the lake right down the street from my house.

  I moved away from my father’s door and avoided the creaky spot on the floor. My window was cracked from when I planned for tonight, and I pushed it up further and slipped outside.

  I held my breath as the cool night air hit my face. I closed the window until an inch remained open and then ran toward the lake, casting one last glance back at my dark house.

  My father wouldn’t find out. I’d be back before he ever woke up. That’s what I told myself, anyway. Clearly, I was trying to convince myself this was a good idea.

  The path to the lake wasn’t far. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the trees as I reached the clearing. And then I saw him. Connor leaned against a tree, his arms crossed, his gaze focused on the water until he heard a twig snap under my foot.

  He glanced at me and smiled. “Hey,” he said and pushed away from the tree to face me. “You made it. I didn't think you would.”

  “I always keep my promises.” My voice was barely a whisper. I was excited, but it wasn’t because I was meeting with Connor. If I truly admitted to anyone–let alone myself–what caused anticipation to thrum through me, I’d be deemed as a sick fuck.

  We stood by the lake, the water calm in the middle of the night. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel this awkwardness from Connor. Was he… nervous?

  The thrill of sneaking out, the knowledge that my father could wake up and find me–that he’d be furious–made me feel electric.

  He moved closer to me, and I felt his fingers brushing mine. But it didn’t feel right if I was being honest.

  “Your dad would lose it if he knew,” Connor teased, his voice low.

  My heart raced at his words, and I laughed softly, nodding. “He’d kill me.” I looked at him. “And you.”

  He laughed, but I was being serious. My father was very protective of me. I was a daddy’s girl through and through.

  But just as the words left my mouth, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of footsteps crashing through the woods. Fast and furious and with clear intent.

  Oh God.

  My heart raced as I turned and faced the trees. But it was so dark I couldn’t see much of anything. I heard him coming, though.

  “What is that?” Connor asked.

  “Victoria!” My father’s voice boomed in the darkness, and I snapped my head to look at Connor. Realization covered his face instantly.

  “Oh, shit.”

  Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

  “Victoria!” my father roared, his deep voice cutting through the quiet night like a knife.

  I froze, but fear didn’t hold me hostage. I felt… anticipation and excitement.

  Connor didn’t move, but his eyes were wide. There was no time to think or react as my father stormed into the clearing, his face twisted with fury, and his focus scanning the area until it landed on me.

  Then he slowly looked at Connor and growled. Literally growled. I could see how his already big body was growing larger, his muscles looking frighteningly massive in the moonlight.

  “I know my baby girl didn’t fucking sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to meet some little douche bag.” Daddy’s voice was like thunder as he breathed fast and hard and stomped up to us. I noticed Connor took a step back, his survival instincts kicking in.

  My father’s gaze darted to Connor, his anger burning in them. “If you want to live to see tomorrow, I you get the fuck out of here, asshole.”

  “Daddy,” I said in a breathless tone, not sure what to say because I was transfixed at how big and strong… and fierce my father looked.

  He didn’t let me say anything, not that I could get the words out, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him so he could place me behind his hulking form. His grip was tight and unforgiving.

  Connor still just stood there, helpless and looking scared shitless, as my father stared him down for several seconds. And then Connor was turning and all but ran in the other direction.

  My father made sure Connor was out of sight before he turned and dragged me back toward the house. The silence between us was suffocating, and my heart pounded in my chest.

  I knew I was in deep trouble, and that made this dark rush of… something so wrong consume me.

  When we reached the house, Dad shoved the door open hard enough it slammed against the wall. He pulled me inside and closed it behind us with enough force the pictures on the wall shook.

  Dad paced back and forth, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled and exhaled wildly. He stood and faced me, his muscular arms hanging on either side, his hands curled into fists as his broad chest rose and fell with his harsh breathing.

  “Do you have any idea how stupid that was?” he growled. “Sneaking out in the middle of the night could have gotten you hurt, Victoria.” His jaw clenched as he let that statement hang between us. “And then I find out you’re meeting some little prick by the lake?”

  I stood there, staring at my father, never having seen him so mad before–let alone directed right at me.

  Guilt and that darkness of feelings I couldn't name out loud consumed me. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, but was I really sorry?

  No. No, I'm not.

  And then he took a step closer, then another, and another until he was right in front of me. I had to crane my neck back to stare in his face. He only gave me a second before he used his body to make me move backward until the wall stopped my retreat.

  “I should ground you,” he snapped and slammed his hands on the wall on either side of my head. “No phone. No going out. Nothing. That’s the punishment I should be giving you.” His focus scanned my face before zeroing in on my lips. I licked them involuntarily, unable to stop myself from doing the act. “I should lock you in your room for the rest of the summer.”

  I nodded, but bad things, dirty things, played in my mind as I thought about Daddy telling me what to do as I was locked in my room. On my bed. I swallowed hard, knowing there was no way I could vocalize any of this, but God, I wanted to.

  “But I’m not going to do any of that.” He leaned in so we were eye level. “Do you know how I’m going to punish you, Victoria?”

  I slowly shook my head, unable to find my voice.

  “I’m going to show you what it means to be a good girl.” He slid his hand behind me, down the length of my spine, and cupped one round, plump cheek. He leaned in another inch, so I felt his breath on my lips. “I’m going to show you that this is Daddy's ass, baby girl.”

  And then I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock hard when it nudged at my pussy, as he strode down the hall and to the bedroom.

  God… this was happening. We were going to hell for this, and I was lookin g forward to it.

  2

  VICTORIA

  I was crossing the line with my father tonight.

  “I’m going to spank your pretty ass, spread your perfect thighs, and slide my cock into that forbidden hole.”

  God, I was so wet.

  I shouldn’t want him. Hell, that was common sense. He was my father, and I’d always been a good girl and listened to my father. He raised me when my mother got up and left us. Seeing Marcus, my father, as anything other than that was a line that should never be crossed.

  But God… we were crossing it tonight.

  I’d always known my father was a handsome man, but when I turned eighteen, I started feeling arousal when I stared at him. And for the last year, something in me changed. Now nineteen, I saw him as the only man I wanted.

  No matter how wrong this was, there was something between us that neither of us could deny.

  My body was on fire, my pussy so wet as Daddy carried me into his room. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set me on my feet, letting my body slide all the way down his so I felt all the hard lines and his even harder cock.

  I took a few steps back and then couldn’t move. I was frozen in place by my emotions and feelings. My father took a step closer.

  He said nothing else, just stared at me like a predator. I felt so vulnerable right then, and it turned me on.

  “Are we really doing this?” I asked quietly. I’d die if he told me to leave. I needed this like I needed to breathe.

  I didn’t focus on what was right and wrong. I didn’t think about how disgusting other people would see that I wanted to be with my father.

  And then he stalked closer, and I moved back until the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. I sat down and stared up at him. Although I stared at his face, I could see movements and lowered my gaze so that I was eye level with his massive cock. The damn thing pushed against his dark sweats, so hard and throbbing.

  “You’re fucking turning me on staring at my dick like that. Jizz is staining my pants.”

  I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. My face heated, my pulse raced, and I anticipated what would happen next.

  “It’s so fucking wrong,” he said under his breath, and I felt my heart plummet. “But the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt, Victoria.”

  I gasped at how arousing his words were, and how they made my panties soaked clean through.

  His gaze dropped to the junction between my thighs, and I felt myself get wetter. “I’m going to bury my face between your thighs and eat my little girl's pussy until she comes all over my face.”

  I felt hot all over, like my body was on fire from the inside out.

  “I’m one sick motherfucker, Victoria.” He growled those words, as if he wanted me to really know–and hear–how deranged he was right now. “And I’ve been wanting to suck on my little girl's cunt since your eighteenth birthday and I saw what a woman you’d become.”

  God… he’d wanted me for as long as I’d wanted him?

  He groaned and sank to his knees, placed his big, calloused hands on my thighs, and pushed my legs open.

  “Every time I see you, my cock gets so fucking hard.” He slid his palms over my bare thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I jerk off to the thought of you nightly, baby girl.”

  Daddy leaned in and buried his face between my now spread thighs, and even though I wore my little jean shorts, he inhaled deeply and groaned.

  “I know wanting you is wrong, but goddammit, baby, wanting you feels too right.”

  I let myself fall back to the bed, and he worked my shorts and panties off. And God help me, but I let him. He started sliding his hands up my inner thighs, pushing my them open impossibly wider.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so damn perfect, Victoria baby. And I’m not going to deny myself any longer. I’m going to taste your pretty, perfect pussy.”

  I pushed up and looked him in the eyes. “Then do it, Daddy,” I moaned. “Suck on my little cunt and make it yours. Give me what I want because I've wanted to get naked with you for far too long.”

  “Such a good girl.” Before I could respond, he licked my clit, his eyes still locked on mine. “Ask Daddy to really suck on this little twat.”

  I moaned, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I bit my lip, the words he wanted to hear right on the tip of my tongue.

  There was no confusion, no fear, of what I was doing. I didn’t care what anyone thought, didn’t care that society would see us as sick and twisted because we were related.

  This felt right and perfect, and I wanted to be with my father.

  “Tell your daddy what I want to hear, and I’ll give it all to you.”

  I opened my eyes then, not realizing I’d closed them for how intensely I felt. I could do this. I could say the words. “I want you to lick my pussy, Daddy. Eat it like you’re starving.” I stared at him as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “Make me come with your lips and tongue.” I dragged my tongue over my lips, and he groaned, watching me do the act.

  Rising faster than I could anticipate, my father brought his face close to mine, stared at my lips, and gripped my chin. “When I’m done making my girl come with my mouth, I’m going to use your pretty lips to make me blow my wad. I’m going to make you take Daddy’s big, fucking cock down your throat until I gag you with my load and force you to swallow it down.”

  My daddy was so nasty, and I loved it.

  “And after I fuck your pussy–when I’m done breaking in this pretty pussy–you’ll feel me tomorrow when you walk and sit down.”

  Yes, that's what I want.

  “You’re going to know what it feels like to have Daddy’s thick dick shoved deep inside of you, stretching you out wide so you’ll crave my dick and my dick only.”

  I didn’t want anyone but him.

  “My good girl.” Daddy kissed me long and thoroughly, and I had never felt anything so incredible. He buried his face between my thighs again and inhaled deeply, groaning like a wild animal, loving the way my wet pussy smelled. “You want me to devour this tight little pink, isn’t that right?”

  “God, yes, Daddy.” I loved hearing him call my pussy that lone, seemingly innocent, word. But we both knew how lewd “pink” really was.

  “Pull your shirt up, baby. Let me see my girl’s perfect, little breasts.”

  Of course, I listened to him and shoved my shirt up before saying screw it and rising enough to just remove the damn thing.

  When my breasts were out in the open, my nipples tightened from the chilled air. My entire body was shaking because I was breathing so hard. I felt high from all the adrenaline rushing through my body.

  My father reached up and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tweaked the hell out of the little peaks until the pleasure and pain crashed into me.

  “So fucking perfect. I’ve never seen titties as pretty as yours.” He pulled at the tips so hard a cry was pulled from my parted lips. “Yeah, you’re making Daddy harder than steel, darling. Never been so stiff and ready to fuck.”

  I closed my eyes and let myself fall back on the mattress, moaning at how God this all felt. My pussy was so juicy for my daddy.

  And then he started licking and kissing me between my thighs. Daddy sucked on my clit while he teased my pussy hole before slowly slipping a thick digit into me.

  “I wanted to be the first one to break in this tiny pussy, but I bet you’ve let some motherfucker sample this cunt, haven’t you?”

  I gasped and nodded, not denying it. It had been a onetime sexual experience when I turned sixteen and had gone to a party. The guy had also been sixteen and from another school. So, it was literally a one-night stand and the most lackluster experience of my life.

  But I knew having my daddy fuck me would ruin all other men for me. Because I only want him.

 

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