A very good dad part 3

Carla is getting jelous but caring dad knows

I enjoy the breakfast dad has prepared.

It's wholesome, there is mushroom, bacon and bread. For drink he gives me passion juice as he takes coffee. I take a picture of the plate and send it to mum.

Mom is aware I am not going to school. I blamed it on cramps though honestly I have very painless periods that I finished last week. Mom replies immediately with images of happy emojis telling me to say hi to dad.

Dad is now wearing and American flags robe for while I am in a light blue nightgown. We take a selfie and send to her.

My people.

She writes back. I truly love my mom. I do not know if what I am doing is right or wrong but I do not want to hurt her. She sends a picture of her blond self in sunglasses. She looks amazingly pretty. I show it to dad. I notice the way his looks becomes so serious and jealousy burns in me. Part of me wishes them the best but another part of me wishes he did not desire her at all.

I continue eating quietly. I do not respond to any of the conversations he tries to initiate. After breakfast I lock my door and take a shower. I ignore all his knocks and wear a tight yellow minidress. Even if the sun gets harsh on me, how I love summer.

I step out and find dad at the sitting room reading an old newspaper.

When he sees me his face darkens,

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Out!" I reply curtly. To be honest I wasn't going anywhere. I am just acting up because I am jelous. Jelous and wet. He comes up to me, hovering above me he looks into my green eyes and says,

"I know you are jelous. What can I do to prove that I love you?"

With this, I throw myself into his arms crying. His robe feels so fluffy but by now I know when he is hard. Both by his breathing and his bulge. My dad is super hard for me.

"Fuck me and tell me how much you love me."

I say. Dad does not respond in words. He takes off his robe. He carries me up with his naked body, pressing his lips to mine. This kiss is so sloppy and moist. I suck his tongue with all my sensuality. I want him to desire only me.

He lays me on the couch legs apart revealing my hairless pussy. He lifts my dress up. I am not wearing any panty, seems I was expecting a this.
He buries his head between my legs. Circling my clitoris with his tongue. I moan his name.

"Oh Ryan."

It takes him a few laps with his tongue in my slick hole for me to cum. He draws it out by lapping the sweet spot throughout my orgasm. When he is done. He sits at the corner of the three sitter couch. His veined dick so hard as he stares at my legs which are apart.
Finally he says
"If I truly loved your mom I wouldn't be fucking you right now." He growls, "Your pussy is so damn good. Better than your mom or anyone else."

Those words relax me and intensifies my ache.

"Which others?"

Dad takes a deep breath.

"I guess it doesn't matter now." He murmurs. "I fucked Angela, your mom's best friend just to fantasize about you. I could not touch you until you were ready."

Angela is mom's green eyed red head friend. Though she has a round face and is motherly looking unlike my diamond face, I am so shocked at this reveal. She is literally mom's shadow. They come often to the house with her husband.

"Oh." Is all I manage to say.

"I also have a redhead secretary." Dad continues. "But that is all over, I no longer need to fuck them when I have you."

I guess that gives me some relief. Knowing that he has cheated on mom means he does not really love her. Also he did all that while thinking of me.

"You can fuck me whenever you want now." Dad nods l. And motions for me to come to him. He is still on a sitting position so I straddle him his dick touching my stomach.

We get into a hungry kiss.

"Who is daddy's favorite girl?" He asks in my mouth. His finger is massaging my butthole.

"Me." I reply coyly. He lifts me so easily as if I weigh like a paper then lowers me on his dick. My short tight dress is lifted upto my stomach. I grate with it inside me. Without breaking the kiss. I am my dad's fantasy and that gives me more energy to know.

I start bouncing on it the fiction on that sweet spot is so great. I come immediately. Dad watches my face as my mouth twists as if I am saying the letter o. When I stop he ferociously kisses me.

Then he lays me down on the couch and enters me again. I am already used to the pumping feeling. I wonder how I survived without it. He thrusts hard. Seems l like it that way because I am moaning so loud. If we did not have such a large compound in the surbubs. Our neighbors would have heard us. He is groaning too with each thrust.

"So tight. So good Carla." He groans obscenely. His face twisted as if he is in pain. I do not know how my face is all I know is the extreme pleasure as my pussy clenches around his cock as I cum. Again he stops and watches me. "I love making you cum." He starts thrusting again.

It does not take long for the pleasure to start wrecking my body again. His dick fills me up. It's like it's constantly hitting my sweet spot.

"Harder daddy." I moan. I do not think he hears to his heavy panting and groaning are getting louder. He pounds me so hard and just as my pussy begins to clench around him in extreme pleasure he moans,

"Oh Carla, I am cumming." That is the last straw for both of us. We grate into each other as we cum at the same time. The feel of his cum filling me fills me with such pride for being such a good daughter. He pulls out his now soft creamed cock. He slaps my pussy. As he lowers my dress.

I stand up, his cum dripping on the side of my leg.

"Going to clean up dad." I say as I go up stairs.

"Me too." He says, wearing his robe back before following up the stairs.