She walked into the apartment and dropped her keys on the table like she always did, but tonight she looked straight at him and said it without any warm-up. "Daddy, I need you to fuck me hard."
He was sitting on the couch in just his boxers, beer in hand. His cock twitched at the word. She was twenty-five, all legs and attitude, but when she called him Daddy she turned into something else—needy, filthy, his.
"Get over here," he said, voice low and rough.
She crossed the room and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her short skirt rode up immediately. No panties. She ground her bare pussy against the growing bulge in his boxers and moaned. "Been thinking about your cock all day, Daddy. Want it in my mouth first."
He grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed. "Then get on your knees and ask nice."
She slid down between his spread thighs, tugged his boxers down, and his thick cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around the base and licked a slow stripe up the underside. "Please, Daddy. Let your girl suck this big dick."
He didn't answer with words. He just pushed her head down. She opened wide and took him deep, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down his shaft as she bobbed fast, sloppy and loud. Her eyes watered but she kept going, one hand squeezing his balls while the other rubbed her own clit.
"That's it," he growled. "Suck Daddy's cock like the dirty girl you are."
She pulled off just long enough to say, "I want it in my pussy now. Please fuck me."
He hauled her up, flipped her onto the couch, and yanked her skirt the rest of the way off. She spread her legs wide, knees pulled back. Her pussy was already glistening. He lined up and shoved in hard, no teasing. She cried out, back arching.
"Fuck, yes, Daddy! Stretch me open."
He pounded into her, the couch creaking under them. Skin slapped skin. Her tits bounced with every thrust. He reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles until her legs started shaking.
"Come on Daddy's cock," he ordered.
She came hard, pussy clenching around him, a string of curses and "Daddy" spilling out of her mouth. He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in. She pushed back to meet every thrust, ass jiggling.
"Harder," she begged. "Use your little girl."
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back while he fucked her deeper. His free hand came down on her ass, sharp and loud. She moaned louder with every slap. When he reached under and pinched her nipple, she came again, even messier this time, soaking his cock.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. "Open your mouth."
She did, tongue out. He stroked his cock twice and shot thick ropes across her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips while he watched.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then she smiled up at him, still filthy and satisfied. "Round two in the shower, Daddy?"
He was already getting hard again. "Get in there and wait for me on your knees."
She scrambled up, ass swaying as she walked away. He followed, already planning how he'd bend her over the tiles and make her scream his name again. The night was just getting started.
