She tugged on his cock a few times for emphasis, loving the way it felt both soft and hard in her hand.
To her gratification, he nodded silently, his mouth still locked with hers.
For a moment, Juliet almost floundered. She hadn’t even dared to fully fantasize about this moment. Now that the moment was here, she wanted everything. His cock in her mouth. Inside her. Both at once, though that was impossible. It was infuriating. She tried to think about her next course of action as she gently pulled and twisted her dad’s cock.
“Sweetheart,” he gasped as she touched him. His fingers found the lower edge of her tank top, yanked it up to expose her breasts. They fell out, full and heavy, her nipples hard. She arched her back to give him better access, and he squeezed her breast with one hand, the other pinned under her shoulder. He brushed her nipple with his thumb, and she felt a shudder pass through her.
Suddenly, she very much knew what she wanted.
“Hold on,” she said in a soft voice. Catching her tongue between her teeth, she rolled away just enough to undo her shorts and yank them down, along with her underwear. She realized she’d never taken off her shoes, and laughed as she pulled her clothing off over them. It would just have to do.
“Juliet,” her father said as she threw her leg over him to straddle him. There was doubt in his eyes, mixed with unbearable arousal. She understood how he felt. She wasn’t about to let it stop her.
Before she could even think about turning back, she reached down between her legs, slipping her hand around his cock again. With a single motion, she guided him into her. She was wet, and he slid in easily as she lowered her hips.
The sensation of being filled by him was huge, overwhelming. All the nerve endings in her lower body seemed to fire at one time. The girth of his cock had surprised her when it had been in her hand – now, in her body, it was nothing short of amazing. She heard a high-pitched, agonized cry of pleasure and realized it was her own.
“F-fuck,” he whispered as he plunged fully into her. His hands sought out her breasts and cupped them, his palms warm and callused.
They began to move together, her dad thrusting inside her. At first, she controlled the rhythm, moving slowly and deliberately, a happy groan escaping her at the end of every thrust. The movie played on, utterly ignored now, the RV rocking gently from their movements.
Then they locked eyes, for the first time since they’d kissed. She saw no doubt in his eyes anymore, no fear or uncertainty. She just saw her dad – the man she loved. The man she’d always loved. And he knew he loved her too.
His hands moved down to cup her ass, fingers clenching on her bare flesh. She giggled with the taboo and excitement of the moment. He began to thrust faster inside her, taking control of the rhythm as he plunged into her again and again.
“Daddy,” she whispered. She could feel orgasm coming on, faintly, like an unseen freight train just around the bend, shaking the tracks as it approached. Her fingers bunched in the fabric of his shirt as she began to tremble.