Stress Relief for Daddy Pt. 02

Please read part one first. This story contains dubious consent, a passionate, budding romance between a dominant, jealous father and his daughter, and very rough sex. If none of this appeals to you, back up and find a story that does.

Also, thank you to the reader who messaged me for the encouragement. I have no other author profile, I just write when I have time and am in the mood but I don't mind building slowly :)

Ian woke to the smell of bacon. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, realizing he was on top of his duvet and still fully clothed.

He propped himself up on his elbows and saw his cock was out of his pants and crusted with cum.

The memories from last night came rushing back; that sweet, strangling pussy, the rapid, wet slap of skin, and a powerful as fuck orgasm wracking his whole body.

Rubbing a palm over his face, Ian took a deep breath.

Hannah.

He needed to make sure his daughter was okay and figure out what to do about what happened between them. By the delicious smells wafting into his room, she was making breakfast, but that didn't mean anything. Hannah was generally pretty mild-mannered and rarely showed strong emotion. Even when she was misbehaving, she never shouted or got visibly angry. Ian couldn't recall ever seeing her in an overtly emotional state. Even when she was sad or crying, she was quiet about it. The only time she'd ever showed any strong emotion was when he'd bought a woman home. So he couldn't tell what it meant that she was already up cooking breakfast.

He jumped in the shower, thinking over what had happened the night before. Hannah had asked if he wanted to come in her mouth, like what she would normally do as per their arrangement. But she hadn't looked him in the eye when she said it. Then when he'd gone into her room, and eaten that sweet pussy and fucked her, she had kept the duvet over her upper body and face, as though she was ashamed or embarrassed about what was happening. Or maybe she didn't want it to happen and didn't feel like she could say no.

Ian scrubbed his skin, growling with annoyance at that thought. While he had practically forced Hannah to suck his cock, she had wanted it too. He could tell. But he didn't want her to feel like she was forced to fuck him. That wasn't what their agreement was supposed to be about. When he had warned her about the boy she bought back to his house in the middle of the night, he told her that it would eventually end between her legs, and he couldn't allow himself to be like that. He was her father, he cared about her. Yesterday had been a one-off. He'd lost control at the smell of her wet pussy, that was all it was.

He leaned against the wall, allowing the shower to beat down on him as his mind crept back to last night. His daughter was truly something special. Not only did she have a throat that could make a man weep, but her pussy was so incredible he had cum like a gushing fucking fountain. Whoever she ended up with would be the luckiest man in the world.

Shaking his head, he turned off the shower. He had to talk to her, and make sure she realized that what happened was a mistake. He would most certainly fuck her mouth again, if only to keep some normalcy between them, but he couldn't take advantage of her. He was supposed to be protecting her from assholes who only want her cunt. He couldn't become one.

He headed down for breakfast with the confidence of a man who had made a decision. He wouldn't act strange around her. He would be the same daddy that he'd always been, the daddy she could feel safe with, regardless of what happened between them.

He entered the kitchen to see her sharing bacon onto two plates. She'd made a full English fry up; eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans, fried tomatoes, mushrooms, and toast. Hannah had loved the breakfast dish when they'd visited England years ago, and every so often she cooked it when she was feeling happy and hungry.

"Morning, Daddy," she said, smiling at him. She gestured to the plate she'd just loaded up. "You're just in time."

"Morning." Ian frowned as she turned away with the frying pan. He sat down at the table staring at the plate. He could understand her being hungry--he was starving himself. But was she happy about what happened last night? Or was she trying to cover up that she was upset?

Hannah slowly lowered to her chair and they both began to eat. Within two minutes, Hannah was chatting away about her latest artwork, and Ian watched her closely for any signs of anger, or distress. Dressed as normal, she talked without any sign of upset or nervousness. She didn't seem to be putting on a brave face for him either, which he could always tell. But he couldn't figure out why she would be... fine.

Ian ate his breakfast, half listening to her, but halfway through the meal, Hannah shifted on her chair and winced. He put down his fork. "Little bear, are you sore?"

Hannah instantly tensed, her eyes dropping down to her plate. "It's fine, Daddy. I'll head out to the pharmacy today."

Ian stiffened, the words stealing breath from his lungs. He hadn't even thought about protection. In the heat of the moment, he'd wanted his cum deep inside her... and he didn't feel any regret about that. Pushing those feelings, aside he cleared his throat. "Hannah, we need to talk about--"

"It's fine, Daddy." Hanna lowered her eyes to her plate.

Ian frowned. "Our agreement wasn't for what happened last night."

"I know." Hannah got up from the table abruptly. "But it's fine." Ian hadn't even noticed her plate was already empty. She stood by her chair. her brows lifted slightly, a wary kind of hope on her face, as though she wanted him to stop talking about it.

Ian sighed. Maybe that was for the best. Things could go back to how they were before and they could both forget that this even happened. Ian knew he would never forget that fuck as long as he lived. But at least he would have a decent relationship with his daughter, and it will always be a precious memory to jerk off to.

He nodded. "Okay, Hannah. Okay."

Surprisingly, Hannah beamed at him and cleared their plates. She soon left for the store and Ian tried to push everything out of his mind.

That morning, he found himself in the study searching for an apartment for her. There were some decent options in the city, but the ones currently available were too far from him in undesirable areas. He found a few close by and inquired about them but didn't make any solid commitments to go and see any. That strange feeling that had gripped him last night when he realized that time was running out was building again, and it annoyed him he didn't know why he was feeling this way.

He only had six weeks until his little girl was gone--out of the house. When he made the arrangement with her almost a year ago that he would find her a home and a job, it'd been disparate that she would settle down into the kind of young woman her mother would have been proud of. And she had exceeded his expectations. The likelihood of her finding someone and starting a family was extremely high. She was beautiful, talented, creative, and perfect wife material. Eventually, he would become less important to her, and eventually he'd be just the granddad. The thought of it should fill him with joy. Instead that weird feeling coursed through him again. Not anger, not anxiousness... it was a strange unease.

He started looking at competitor companies in his field to see if they were hiring and the kind of things they asked for. He had to arrange something for Hannah, but needed to figure out where to place her in the company. She wasn't suited to a harsh corporate environment. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear when Hannah came back. A sandwich, chips, and a beer appeared on his desk but she left quietly and didn't try to speak to him.

The afternoon flew by and suddenly she called him for dinner.

Later, Ian sat in front of the TV again, flicking through the channels to find something to watch.

Hannah came in and sat down in her usual spot on the adjacent couch. "There's a new series we should check out," she said.

Ian glanced at her and surprised. "Really? No movie tonight."

Hannah shrugged. "You might be nice to watch series together. A long one that's really interesting."

Ian shrugged and nodded. Might as well.

They settled into their chairs. It was relaxed and comfortable, just like the night before.

But only two episodes in, Hannah got up.

Ian tried not to tense. He'd wondered if she was going to offer her throat again tonight, especially if she wanted to avoid him coming into her room again. But she surprised him.

"I got some cream from the pharmacist, Daddy," she said tentatively.

Ian lifted his brows. "Cream?"

Hannah nodded. "To help with the soreness."

Ian stared at her, trying to put together the pieces. She'd gotten cream for the soreness between her legs instead of contraception?

"So I'm not as sore as I was this morning," she explained.

"That's... good," Ian said, haltingly.

"I just thought in case you want to..."

Hannah's unspoken words hung in the air. In case he wanted to... Fuck her again?" Ian stared at her, unable to believe that she'd even started that sentence. She wanted to be fucked by her father? He didn't have the words to respond her, but she smiled nervously and then left the room. He watched her go, his cock hardening as his eyes ran over her tight body.

Ian stayed frozen on the sofa, his thoughts swirling. What was happening? Hannah couldn't have meant that--his mind had gone somewhere it shouldn't. But then, what had she meant?

He stayed on the sofa in a state of confusion, but his cock stayed hard. So hard it was almost as if he hadn't fucked at all the night before, and he was getting more and more annoyed about it.

Why hadn't she just offered her mouth rather than leaving cryptic clues? She knew he needed relief. If she didn't want him to pant after her wet pussy like parched dog, she should have at least knelt and taken him into her tight throat like she normally did.

Ian growled in the back of his throat, flipping the channels but not really seeing anything. He shouldn't blame Hannah, but the more he thought about it that's what made sense. She should have offered her mouth like she did last night. He would have taken it without question and then gone to bed. Now he needed to go back into her room to use her throat, and that was not wise. The old horny bastard in him whispered why. It wasn't as though she hadn't swallowed his cock in her room in the past. Last night was just an anomaly. He hadn't had pussy for so long, he had lacked control. He would have it tonight.

Turning off the TV, he headed into Hannah's room. The night light was on-again, but this time he knocked. "Hannah?"

There was no answer.

He held onto the door handle, fighting with himself. If he went in, then what happened last night could happen again. He had to have self-control. All he was going to do was request her mouth. So he stepped in.

"Fucking hell," he murmured as he closed the door behind him.

The delicious scent of pussy was even stronger than last night and it smelled just as good. In fact, it smelled exceptional.

"Hannah," Ian growled. Was she doing this on purpose?

He stopped by the bed, noticing that one leg was not under the duvet but on top of it.

"Hannah," he said, kneeling down and staring at her leg. Hannah was so shapely, even her leg was perfectly sculpted... so female, so beautiful.

He placed his hand on her smooth, soft leg and ran his palm slowly along it, in small circles. "Hannah."

She didn't move, but he knew she was awake.

His hand brushed up her leg, towards her pussy. "Tell me to stop Hannah," Ian muttered, knowing that once he touched her slit, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. "Tell me to stop," he demanded.

At that, Hannah moved, and he froze.

She used her legs to move the duvet aside, clutching the top half of it to keep her upper body and face covered.

Ian found himself looking at his daughters bare, shapely legs and wet, puffy pussy.

He groaned as he leaned forward to draw her smell deep into his nostrils.

His tongue darted out before he could stop himself, and at the same time, he realized that Hannah wanted this. She wanted to be eaten and fucked by her Dad. The horny bastard in him rejoiced at the thought.

He found a rhythm, licking and caressing her soft slit with his tongue, Hannah widened her legs, giving him full access, a muffled moan coming from underneath the blanket. Could Hannah be hungry for sex? If he had indeed allowed her to have boys in her room, would she have fucked them? Would she have been bent over, taking cock from all that time ago?

The thought sparked a hot surge of possessive jealousy, making him growl into her cunt. If that's what she wanted, there was only one place she would fucking get it.

His furious slurping and panting filled his little bear's room, and she moaned and writhed for him, trying not to cry out as her pleasure built. His hand traveled up under the duvet to her breasts, and he squeezed and pinched her nipples until she cried out, humping her pussy into his mouth as she flooded his face with wetness. He hummed long and low with pleasure, his mouth full of his daughters swollen, throbbing clit.

Ian climbed between his daughter's legs again, and without hesitation, sunk into her tight heat with a brutal thrust.

The fuck was just as brutal and powerful as the night before. He pounded her hard, claiming her squishing pussy for himself and filling her room with obscene, animalistic noises; grunts and moans and squeals and the clattering of flesh that should never be heard between a father and a daughter. This time, he fucked her longer, lifting and twisting her hips to change the pressure on his cock and catch the spots inside of her that made her cream. He slammed into her frantically until he lost sense of time and place. All he knew was the beauty that was his Little Bear; her beautiful skin, her arousing scent and her muffled moans and cries. She came twice on his cock, and he praised her telling her what good girl she was, and how sweet and delicious her pussy was for Daddy.

She whimpered, her pussy clenching around him each time he praised her, and he fucked her harder, savoring the mind-bending squeeze.

As his orgasm brewed, he wished he could rip the duvet off and see her face, watch her magnificent breasts jiggle, suck on her nipples and her neck, see her eyes roll back when he reached deep into her. But he didn't want to spoil it. If she was more comfortable not looking him in the eye, he would make do. She was giving her old man her pussy, and he wasn't going to do anything more to make it uncomfortable for her.

When he came it was just as powerful as the night before, almost as if he hadn't cum at all last night. Hell, as if he hadn't cum for a whole damn year. He bellowed and jerked, his whole body spasming.

He collapsed on top of her. "Fuuuck," he rasped after he caught his breath, his voice hoarse, still spurting into her.

He breathed heavily, the world coming back to him slowly. He carefully moved, extracting himself from Hannah's gushing pussy, and climbed off her.

Hannah stayed completely still, her duvet still covering her face. So he quietly made his way back to his room.

He ripped his clothes when he got to his room, his mind barely working. Hannah wanted to be fucked. She had opened her legs to him inviting him to suck on her tasty pussy--he wasn't doing anything she didn't want. And he still needed to cum. So if she wanted it, that's what he would do. He threw back the duvet and collapsed on the bed.

For the next week, a routine formed between father and daughter.

The days were normal; Hannah took care of the house and meals, sometimes spending time in the study with her father to work on her art. Ian spent his days relaxing, sometimes working out, and sometimes looking up places for Hannah to move to that wouldn't be too far away. He looked at his finances, and worked out if he could support her for three years if he really needed to so she wouldn't need to get a job straightaway. He wasn't finding anything suitable for her even though he promised her he would.

In the evenings, they watched a series together, usually two or three episodes before Hannah would get up and get ready for bed. She no longer said good night to him, and he no longer said anything either. They both knew what would happen. Within the next two hours, Ian was between her legs, sucking on her pussy like a man dying of thirst, and then fucking her into blissful oblivion.

Ian found himself heading into her bedroom earlier and earlier in the evening, but he always allowed her time to get ready for bed.

Hannah stopped playing with her pussy before her father came into her room--she didn't have time. And he preferred it--her pussy didn't smell strongly when he entered the room, but he got the pleasure of having it moisten under the efforts of his mouth and tongue, her beautiful scent deepening in his nose.

There was a certain joy to making a woman come in your mouth, a certain level of satisfaction and control that only true pussy-eating lovers could understand. He enjoyed running his tongue over her folds, teasing her clit, swirling the tip of his tongue into her hole. He had complete control, working Hannah's fragrant pussy until she was soppy, musky and almost begging for release, her thighs trembling around him. And then after she'd come in his mouth she was dripping and limp, her chest heaving under the blanket she still insisted on covering her face and breasts with. By the time he fucked her, her pussy was perfectly messy, frothing and squelching as he worked it. Precisely the way he liked pussy. Hannah kept her legs wide and hitched up--open, spread, giving her daddy full access to rut like an animal between her legs.

He made her come three sometimes four times before he left her room. It was blissful and perfect. In a completely different league to using her mouth. He'd never known such peace.

After a few days, he began looking for a position for her at his own company, calling his colleagues to see what they thought about her joining the office, and it seemed promising. At least he could keep an eye on her if she worked there.

But as the days when on, the guilt that he normally held off when he was using her mouth began to creep in.

Normally, when he was at work he didn't have time to think about the effects of what was happening with his daughter. As far as he was concerned, he was keeping her out of trouble, helping her for her future marriage, and benefiting from it in the process. But now he had long days to sit around and think about what was happening. Hannah certainly enjoyed sex; he could tell. But should she be with boys her own age? Could he be potentially ruining their relationship in the future? The animalistic bastard inside him roared a resounding no. She was his daughter and his to do whatever he wanted with. But he couldn't ignore that he and Fiona had always wanted Hannah to have a good future. A husband and kids with a career if she wanted too. Fiona in particular had been very adamant about that. She'd worried about all the ways that women could be stigmatized and manipulated, and she'd wanted Hannah to be safe and successful. Ian hadn't been as worried about it. At least not until Hannah had bought a boy home. But now their year was almost up. It was time for her go do what Fiona had always hoped she would.

Yet, he couldn't imagine her with anyone else. Hell, he couldn't even imagine not fucking her even for one night, it was like an addiction. He had to stop, but did he even want to?

After a week of being home, a week of fucking Hannah, he went out a few friends for dinner. It wasn't normal for a man like himself to be home moping over pussy. He wasn't going to start over his daughter, no matter how much he loved and cared for her. So he went out for a meal and drink with a few old friends he hadn't seen in a while.

Thankfully, he was able to forget everything for those few hours, laughing and joking and hearing new stories about their lives.

One of his friends, Gary, was complaining about his daughter's crazy antics--shopping sprees, begging for holidays, emptying his bank account--all of which her mother encouraged.

Both of them were high maintenance and bitchy but that wasn't know. Ian didn't even know how Gary had dealt with just his wife's behavior.

"How do you do it with Hannah?" his friend asked out of the blue.

Ian tensed. "What you mean?"

Gary leaned in, shrugging. "Hannah is so well-behaved, right? In five years or so, I've never heard a single complaint about her! I don't know why my daughter can't be the same."

Ian lifted his drink. "Hannah's always been a good girl." His cock hardened at those words, knowing it always made Hannah so wet and needy hearing them, but he took a long drink and pushed the thought away. "She's showing me she can be responsible for when she moves out." That strange feeling was like a solid weight on his chest. He drank again and changed the subject.

He came home after midnight, slightly drunk. Everything was dark, which meant Hannah had to be sleeping. Disappointed, he went straight to his bedroom got ready for bed. At least he was out of the pattern of going to Hannah's bedroom. Maybe it was a good thing.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was knocked out.

He woke as his duvet was dragged off him. Ian lifted his head, groggy. It was still night. Shock hit at the sight before him, his voice coming out as a hoarse croak. "Hannah?"

His daughter was pulling at his boxers, inching them down until she freed his cock and balls.

He was hard instantly. "Hannah," he said more urgently.

But Hannah wasn't even listening to him. There was sense of urgency on her face. She lifted up her nightie and sat on him, pressing her hot, soft pussy down onto his length, rubbing herself back and forth over him, her hips rolling and writhing in ways no father should ever see.

"Hannah, baby." Ian tried not to groan at the pleasure of her pressing on him. "You don't need to..."

"Daddy." She breathed his name and leaned forward. Her eyes were filled with tears. "You didn't come to me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice almost breaking, as though she could start sobbing at any moment. "Why didn't you come?"

Ian froze, his heart breaking at the torture in her voice. "Oh, my little bear... I was trying to..." He couldn't even finish the sentence because he didn't know what to say.

Why was he trying to deprive them of what they both wanted? She needed this, he needed this. In his still-kinda-drunk and almost-hungover phase, he couldn't figure out why he had been trying to avoid it. She had gotten used to his presence in her bedroom, and now he felt terrible he had neglected her.

She reached underneath herself and grabbed him, lifting up to drag his cock head to her entrance.

"Hannah," he growled, gripping her hips.

Before he could get any other words out, she lowered, impaling herself on him.

The exquisite squeeze clamping down on him inch by inch chased all thought out of his head. They both groaned, reveling in the familiar feel of the forbidden act they had eagerly indulged in for the last week.

Ian had never had her in this position, and he was suddenly aware of the fullness of her breasts and ecstasy on her face as she tilted her head back to the ceiling.

"You didn't come to me, Daddy," she panted, breathless. "I need it. I just need..." She kept muttering, sinking down to the root on her father's cock.

Once she was fully seated, encasing him with wet tightness in all directions, she began to writhe.

Ian was sober enough to take everything in. His sweet baby girl was rolling her hips on him, bouncing on him, taking his length. He could see her breasts swaying beneath her nightie, her sweet face contorted ecstasy as his thickness disappearing into her little cunt.

After a few long moments, the horny bastard in him couldn't be inactive any more. Grabbing her nightie, he ripped it open, revealing those beautiful breasts. They were perfect, round and weighty but not too big. Clearly the breasts of a young woman. Her nipples were hard and pink and perfect. He covered them in his hands his large hands, kneading her breasts, then squeezing and pinching the nipples he thought he'd never see.

Hannah moaned, increasing the speed as she fucked him.

"Daddy," she gasped. "That feels so..."

Pleasure took her, and she leaned forward to fuck him with abandon. Her hips slammed down on him faster and faster, her ass smacking his thighs.

The musky smell of them permeated the room and Ian grunted as she rode him, the wet slurp of her pussy so load, he could hardly hear his own panting over it. She was so fucking wet. He moaning again, trying not to let the beautiful, raw ecstasy of it overwhelm him.

Although he'd fucked her all week, there was something different about this, a sensory overload of having her so visible in what they were doing. She was no longer just a pussy from underneath the duvet, but his beautiful daughter, fully formed, taking her pleasure from him.

But then she stopped and whimpered.

"What is it?" he rasped.

"I can't do it," she said, her voice still broken. This time she was sobbing.

Ian held his breath, his heart dropping. "It's alright, little bear--"

"I can't do it the way you can, Daddy."

Ian frowned. Lifting himself up to a sitting position, he captured her in his arms. He pulled her close, cuddling her into him. Slowly, she calmed, her halting sobs turning into smooth breathing. "What is it Hannah?" he murmured. "What can't you do?"

"I-I can't... do it... the way you can," Hannah said into his chest. "You do it... hard. Rough. I-I want that, but... I can't do it."

Ian's brain switched into something dark and perverse. His daughter liked it rough. She liked when he fucked her hard, pounding her so her whole body rocked. She couldn't do it the same. Relieved, he chuckled.

"It's not funny, Daddy." She sounded mortified.

He ran his hand over her back. "You can do it, little bear," he said, reassuringly. He leaned back and looked her in the eye. She started looking down, but he pulled on her hair, warning her not to.

She watched him almost cautiously, her eyes glistening.

"You can fuck me the way I fuck you, Hannah," he said softly. "I'll show you."

He lay back down, and then fixed Hannah's legs so the bottoms of her feet rested on the bed either side of him. Pulling her forward so she leaned over him, she automatically lifted up inching him out of her.

Hannah gasped at the sensation, and automatically slammed back down deeper than before.

Ian grunted. "There you go, baby. Fuck me, little bear. Be a good girl for Daddy."

His words sent a violent shiver through her, and she began to fuck him again, this time crouched over him, her legs spread wide over him, working her succulent cunt up and down him.

Now, with more control, his daughter was soon pounding her hips down, taking him deep into her flowing cunt.

She fucked him with new purpose, so eager her pussy gushed, dripping all over him, his balls, making his pubic hair a drenched, matted mess.

His little bear's sweet moans matched his deep growls, both of them grunting and crying out and breathing hard, as she rode him with the ferocity of a daughter desperate to come on her father's cock.

It was such a fucking turn on. Not only the sounds and smells of them, but the sight of her chasing the feeling she needed, the same feeling he was sure she had when he fucked her in her room.

The bed rocked against the wall, getting louder and faster until Hannah came in a shuddering, gasping, shivering mess.

Her whole body tensed and she still rode, her cunt throttling his cock, until she tucked her feet under and collapsed on his chest, quivering.

Even though she was limp, Ian grabbed her ass cheeks and worked her up and down on him, her convulsing pussy milking him until he came inside her. The orgasm rushed over him like crashing wave, almost knocked him out again, it was so powerful.

He let out a loud, gritty groan, cursing as his eyes rolled back, jerking his seed into her until his balls were empty.

Finally he relaxed, panting into her hair, he wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her and stroking her back.

And that was how he woke up the next morning.

*

The room smelled of stale sex, sweat, and musky, sticky skin. Yet Ian couldn't be happier. Hannah was tangled around him, her shapely little body pressed into him like she never wanted to let go.

He looked down at her and stroked her skin. He wasn't hurting his daughter. She had come to him in the middle of the night, wet and desperate. She'd wanted to fuck, needed to. And damn, it was so fucking good. He couldn't remember any other time when sex had been so good, even with Fiona.

He lay stroking her until she stirred.

She glanced at him sheepishly, and smile warming her face. "Good morning, Daddy."

He pressed a kiss on her forehead, his voice scratchy and rough. "Good morning, my little bear."

She blushed and gently untangled herself. "I'll get breakfast ready."

Ian smiled and watched her go, his cock jerking at the sight of her womanly, shapely body.

Breakfast was another full English.

That evening, Ian went to bed, avoiding Hannah's bedroom, just to see what she would do. And sure enough, Hannah came again, inching down his boxes as far as they could go and sinking herself down on his cock. The next night was the same. It became their new fuck routine.

Sometimes she woke him by swallowing him, working the tightness of her slimy throat around the tip of his cock until he almost couldn't take any more, and then she'd climb onto top of him to fuck his brains out. It was always so fucking good, and Ian always came hard. Sometimes she spent too much time rubbing her pussy on him, until he growled at her to get on his cock. She always smiled and obliged.

Part of Ian couldn't believe he was letting her take charge. He usually preferred to be in control--to dominate the pussy his fucked; to taste it at his leisure, to make it cream, make it gush, to control when it comes. But there was something so erotic about his innocent daughter coming into her father's room to swallow his cock and then ride it in the middle of the night. There was always a level of desperation in the way she did it that appealed to his ego, like she simply had to fuck him or she would go insane. The way she slammed her pussy down on him was divine, and more than once he had to sit up and capture her nipples with his mouth, sucking them so hard she cried out. That almost always made her come quickly. She still came three or four times a night when she came into his bedroom and that pleased him.

But as his vacation was coming to an end, he had realized he needed to address his concerns with her. They could enjoy this for right now, but what about moving forward? What about when he went back to work?

Once night, after his cock had eased out of Hannah and she collapsed on him, he twisted and lay her on her side.

"Hannah," he said, after their breathing had calmed. "We need to talk about this."

Hannah was silent for a moment and then shook her head. "We don't."

"We do," he said firmly. "We are enjoying this right now, but... It cannot keep on happening. This was not our arrangement."

"It's okay if we change the arrangement, Daddy" she said hesitantly.

"Hmm." Ian looked down at her, but she wasn't looking up at him. He spoke slowly, thinking carefully about what he was saying. "You have five weeks left of the year I offered you, little bear. I love this. I love you taking me into your little cunt every night, you're a very good girl each time you come to me like this. But soon you will leave for your own place and job. I don't want you to resent me. I don't want to end up with a strained relationship with my only daughter. Not when you'll be living out in the world talking so other people and making friends. And eventually have your own family."

At some point during what he was saying, Hannah had become tense. "You want me to have my own family? You want me to date?"

"No," he said barked roughly, without even thinking. For a moment, he struggled with himself--with the violent jealousy rising at the thought of his own suggestion. "Yes," he said tightly.

"Which is it, Daddy?" Hannah said, lifting her head up to glare at him.

Ian was shocked to see her face flushed and tight with anger.

"Which is it? Do you want me to date, or not?"

Ian took a breath, forcing his common sense to prevail. "Yes," he said again carefully. "I want you to date a sensible man, and start thinking about raising a family. You can't do that if you're spreading your legs for me and swallowing me every night, little bear. No matter how much we enjoy it."

Hannah's mouth pressed tight. "Fine. I'll find someone to fuck first thing in the morning." She abruptly got off of him, grabbed her nightie, and headed out of the room.

Ian let her go and sighed. He hadn't expected that reaction at all, but he'd punish her tomorrow. She could be as angry as she wanted. It was for the best. Things had changed and he needed to make sure he didn't negatively impact the rest of her life. Again, that selfish, horny bastard in him was furious that he'd even said anything. But he had to think about her future. Having a one-off arrangement to fix her behavior was one thing--but it'd become something else, he had to be careful.

He rolled onto his side, trying to ignore how empty his bed felt. He went back to work in two days and then he had to fulfill his promise to her. It wasn't her fault that he'd taken it too far, gotten himself addicted to his daughter's sweet pussy. Eventually, she'd realize it was for the best, and hopefully the selfish side of him would realize that too.

And yet, he drifted to sleep wishing his little bear was still in his arms, her pussy still oozing his cum, her satisfied whimpers soft in the air as he stroked her back.