Dad To The Rescue

Lilly Ford moved to the beat in her room, headphones blasting, hips rolling easy at first, then slower, hungrier. Hands slid down her stomach, over her tits, cupping ass. Every inch of her said she wanted something more than the music. Eric stepped inside after work, called out, got nothing. He walked down the hall, expecting nothing, and caught her with her back turned, small shorts riding up, headphones blocking everything. He shook his head, muttered something about her going deaf. Then the beat dropped and Lilly bent, pushed her hips lower, rubbed the swell of her ass with both palms. Eric went hard in his jeans, sucked in air, turned red over it. She whined when the move stuck in her back and he moved fast, lifting her like nothing. She landed on the bed still feeling the strength in his arms. "Wow, you're actually strong," she said with a little laugh, then asked if he tossed Mom around the same way. The way she said it wasn't innocent. He blinked, looked away, started to leave. She caught him. Mentioned her tight back again, begged for one of his famous massages. Said her Mom would be gone, that they could maybe spend a quiet night if Lilly got fixed up quick. Eric snapped that the things he was hungry for weren't on the table, but she just smiled and called him the best dad she could ask for while she made sure he saw skin through the thin straps of her top. He rolled her onto her stomach, hands working down stiff muscles. Lilly purred louder than the job needed. He kept it clean for ten seconds, maybe less, watching the small of her back rise under every stroke. When his eyes settled on her ass she spread a little wider on purpose. She told him the straight truth: either he fucks her or she tells Mom he couldn't keep his hands still. His jaw went tight, pulse hammering, then he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and told her to stay quiet. Lilly grinned, tugged his belt open, wrapped her lips around him, took him deep until spit ran down her chin. Eric groaned low, dropped to his knees behind her, licked through her cunt, pushed fingers in, stretched her open while she begged for the cock she knew he had. When he sank in, her hands fisted the sheets, eyes wide, mouth open like she won a fight. She rocked back hard, slick around him, voice gone husky. The one thing she had on her mind now was proving she could take it better, tighter, longer than the woman upstairs ever managed.