The last fuck

I remember the first time like it was yesterday, even though it's been years. She was just a teenager, my little girl, all giggles and curiosity. It started as a joke—some silly game we played in the living room after her mom left us. I'd tickle her until she begged for mercy, and one thing led to another. Her hand brushed against my crotch, and instead of pulling away, she squeezed.

'Daddy, what's that?' she asked with those wide eyes. I laughed it off, but my cock hardened instantly. Before I knew it, I had her shorts down, my fingers exploring her smooth, untouched pussy. She moaned, and that was it. We crossed the line, and there was no going back.

From then on, it became our secret. I'd fuck her in her bedroom late at night, her legs wrapped around me as I thrust deep into her tight hole. She'd ride me in the shower, her perky tits bouncing while water cascaded over us. God, she was addictive—her young body responding to every touch, every pound of my hips against hers. We kept it hidden, but it bonded us in ways no father-daughter relationship should. Now, at 25, she's all grown up, curves in all the right places, that same mischievous spark in her eyes. And tomorrow, she's getting married.

The thought twists in my gut like a knife. Jealousy burns hot, imagining another man claiming what's been mine for so long. That bastard—sure, he's a great guy, steady job, treats her well. I should be happy; hell, I am, in a twisted way. She's found someone who can give her the life I never could without raising suspicions. But my heart aches, a dull throb that keeps me up all night. This is it. The end of our forbidden fucks. One last time before she walks down that aisle.

It's early morning, the sun barely peeking through the curtains of her bridal suite at the venue. She's staying here alone tonight, tradition or some bullshit like that. I knock softly, and she opens the door in a silk robe that clings to her body, her dark hair tousled from sleep. 'Daddy,' she whispers, pulling me inside. Her eyes gleam with that familiar hunger, mixed with something softer—regret, maybe excitement for her new chapter.

I don't waste words. My hands are on her immediately, yanking the robe open to reveal her naked form. Her breasts are full, nipples already hard, and that shaved pussy I've loved pounding for years glistens with anticipation. 'One last time,' I growl, my voice thick with emotion. She nods, biting her lip, and drops to her knees right there in the entryway.

Her mouth engulfs my cock as I free it from my pants. She's an expert now, tongue swirling around the head, sucking deep until I hit the back of her throat. I tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm—slow at first, then faster, her slurps filling the room. 'Fuck, baby girl, you've always been so good at this.' She hums around me, vibrations shooting straight to my balls. Jealousy flares again—will she do this for him? But I push it down, focusing on the wet heat of her lips, the way she gags just a little when I thrust harder.

I pull her up, spinning her around to bend her over the couch. Her ass cheeks part invitingly, and I slap them hard, watching them jiggle. 'Spread for me,' I command, and she does, fingers reaching back to open her pussy lips. It's pink and swollen, dripping already. I rub my cockhead against her slit, teasing, then slam in balls-deep in one go. She cries out, arching her back as I stretch her wide.

I fuck her relentlessly, hips snapping forward, my hands gripping her waist. Each thrust is a claim—mine, always mine, even if she's giving herself to someone else tomorrow. 'You feel that, sweetheart? Daddy's cock owning this pussy one more time.' She moans, pushing back against me, her walls clenching tight. Sweat beads on our skin, the slap of flesh echoing. I reach around to rub her clit, feeling her tremble, her breaths coming in gasps.

The jealousy mixes with a fierce happiness—she's glowing, happy about her future, but right now, she's all mine. I flip her onto her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes lock on mine as I slide back in, slower now, savoring every inch. I lean down, sucking on her tits, biting the nipples until she whimpers. 'Cum for me, baby. Let Daddy fill you up.'

She does, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking me as she screams my name—'Daddy!'—her nails digging into my shoulders. That pushes me over, and I bury myself deep, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her. It floods her, leaking out around my shaft as I keep thrusting through the aftershocks.

We collapse together, panting, my seed still warm inside her. She smiles up at me, tears in her eyes. 'I love you, Dad. This doesn't change that.' I kiss her forehead, heart swelling with that bittersweet ache. 'I love you too. Go be happy.'

As I leave, I picture it—her in that white dress, walking down the aisle with my cum trickling down her thighs, a secret mark of our bond. It's over, but it'll always be part of her. And that's enough.