Family reunion 2

Fourteen years. That's how long it's been since I last laid eyes on my little Rose. She was just ten back then, all pigtails and innocent giggles, before her brother dragged her off in that bitter separation after their moms death.

I never stopped thinking about the, but life moved on—work, the ranch, keeping my head down. I married immediately because I needed a release. A man like me needs regular sex. Recently her bigger brother had started living with me. Working remotely from the ranch. He was fondly becoming Lilys best friend. Lily was the daughter of my second wife. Yet my I missed Rose. The only child who wasn't here.

Then, out of nowhere, the doorbell rang one dusty afternoon. I wiped the sweat from my brow and opened the door, expecting some salesman or neighbor.

There she stood. Rose. All grown up at twenty-four, her curves filling out a tight sundress that hugged her hips like it was painted on. Her hair cascaded in waves just like her mother's, that same auburn that used to drive me wild. Those blue eyes, full lips, the swell of her tits straining against the fabric—fuck, she was the spitting image of my ex-wife in her prime.

My cock twitched in my jeans, hardening instantly as memories flooded back. As if it was recognizing it's owner. My late wife had owned me. She looked beautiful. I had heard she was now a nurse. My heart wept. Not for the kid she was, but of the woman she could've become under my roof. I would have never allowed her to strain for nothing. Everything would have been provided for her like for Lily and her mother.

She smiled hesitantly. "Dad? It's me, Rose. I'm looking for Randy. Is he around?"

Randy—her brother. He was the main architect of this separation. He wasn't here, he had gone off with Lily to tour the city. My wife had gone to visit he parents in Peru. I invited Rose in, my voice gruff to hide the heat building in my groin. We talked awkwardly over coffee in the kitchen, her laughter light but her eyes scanning the old photos on the wall.

She told me about her life, the jobs, the travels, but all I could focus on was the way her dress rode up her thighs when she crossed her legs. By evening, she'd agreed to stay the night, crash in the guest room. I showed her to it, my hand brushing her arm, sending a jolt straight to my balls. That night, as the house settled into silence, I couldn't fight it anymore. My dick throbbed painfully, demanding release. She looked too much like her mom—like the only woman I'd loved. I had to have her.

I slipped into her room around midnight, the door creaking softly. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating her form under the thin sheet. She was on her side, breathing steady, her nightgown hiked up to expose the curve of her ass. My heart pounded as I approached the bed, shedding my boxers along the way. My cock stood rigid, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I climbed onto the mattress, pinning her body with my weight before she could stir. Her eyes snapped open in shock. "Dad? What—"

I clamped a hand over her mouth, my other arm wrapping around her waist to flip her onto her back. "Shh, baby girl. Daddy's been waiting too long for this." She struggled, her muffled cries vibrating against my palm, but I was stronger, years of ranch work making my muscles unyielding. I shoved her nightgown up to her neck, exposing her full breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. My mouth latched onto one, sucking hard while my free hand yanked her panties down her thighs. She kicked, but I wedged my knee between her legs, forcing them apart.

Her pussy came into view—pink, shaved smooth, already glistening despite her protests. Fuck, it was perfect, just like I imagined. I released her mouth to grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "Look at you, Rose. So wet for Daddy already." She whimpered, shaking her head, but her hips bucked involuntarily as I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. I thrust forward without mercy, burying my thick shaft inside her in one brutal push. She cried out, her walls clenching tight around me, hot and velvety. She felt incredible—tighter than any woman I'd had in years.

"Mmmmh." I groaned. I had never raped a woman. I always spoke ill of those who did. But ooh. With her wet warm tight pussy engulfing me. Holding my dick so tightly. I could go to prison forever. I did not care.

I started pounding into her, my hips slamming against hers, the bed creaking under us.

"That's it, take Daddy's cock," I growled, watching her face contort. At first, it was all resistance, her body tense, tears streaking her cheeks. But as I drove deeper, hitting that spot inside her over and over, something shifted. Her cries turned to gasps, her pussy fluttering around my length. She came the first time with a shudder, her juices soaking my balls as she moaned low in her throat. "Oh. .. Dad..." I grinned, thrusting harder. "Good girl. Your pussy's gripping me so tight. It's the best I've ever felt—made for Daddy's dick."

I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her ass up. She was panting now, less fight in her as I spread her cheeks and plunged back in from behind. Her moans grew louder, uninhibited, echoing off the walls. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles while I fucked her relentlessly. She came again, her body convulsing, pussy milking my cock like a vice. "Fuck, Rose, your cunt is heaven. So responsive, so fucking perfect." I worshipped her with my words, my hands roaming her body—squeezing her tits, slapping her ass lightly to make her arch.

But I needed to taste her. I withdrew, flipping her back over and diving between her thighs. Her pussy was swollen, slick with her arousal and my pre-cum. I spread her lips wide, inhaling her musky scent before attacking with my tongue. I sucked her clit hard, flicking it relentlessly, then lapped at her entrance, drinking her juices. She bucked against my face, hands fisting the sheets. "Dad... please..." Her third orgasm hit fast, her thighs clamping around my head as she squirted lightly onto my tongue. I didn't stop, worshipping every inch—nipping her folds, thrusting my tongue inside her, praising her between licks. "Such a sweet little pussy. Daddy's going to make it his forever."

She was a mess now, trembling, but her eyes held a glazed hunger. I rose up, positioning my cock at her entrance again. "You want more, don't you?" I slammed in, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper. We fucked like animals, her nails raking my back, moans spilling from her lips with every thrust. My balls tightened, the pleasure building to a peak. I came first, roaring as I flooded her pussy with hot spurts, pumping deep to breed her. "Take it all, baby. Carry daddys babies." She clenched around me, cumming again, her walls pulsing to draw out every drop.

I wasn't done. Pulling out, cum leaking from her stretched hole, I straddled her chest and fed my still-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly now, tongue swirling around the head, tasting our mixed fluids. I face-fucked her gently at first, then harder, until I exploded again, shooting ropes down her throat. She swallowed it all, coughing but smiling faintly.

We collapsed, my body covering hers, cock softening inside her for the second round. I thrust lazily, building us both up again. Her pussy was so sensitive now, every movement making her gasp and cum a final time around me. I followed, emptying my second load deep inside, obsessed with the thought of knocking her up—making her mine in every way. Making her my wife.

Finally sated, I rolled off, both of us breathing heavy. Rose lay there relaxed, legs spread, cum dripping from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She turned her head, voice soft and husky. "Dad... is this why you wanted a reunion?"

I stroked her hair, guilt flickering but drowned by satisfaction. "No, sweetheart. But you are so fucking hot. I am sorry for fucking you and I can't promise not to do it again."

She bit her lip, a small laugh escaping. "I've never cum this hard, Dad."

I reply ernestly, "The men who've had me are stupid. If you let me, I will give you more pleasure than you can handle."

"Give it to me dad." She says.

Her words ignited me again. I pulled her on top, guiding my hardening cock back into her slick heat. She rode me slowly at first, then faster, our bodies slapping together in the dim light. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, lost in the rhythm. We fucked through the night, her moans filling the room, my seed claiming her over and over. This was just the beginning—my daughter, my lover, bred and bound to me.