“We have to-” he said, and it took her only a moment before she realized what he meant. Like he’d said about the movie: they understood each other.
She shook her head. “Come inside me, dad.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded fiercely. “Please come inside me.”
That was all the permission he needed. His hands closed tight on her ass, and he began to hammer into her rapidly. His breath came in a series of low grunts, his face twisted into an expression of ecstasy and disbelief.
When she came, it happened suddenly, building and exploding like an unexpected sneeze. Waves of pleasure rippled up her body, rendering her helpless. Fists clenched, she wailed into her father’s face, loudly, knowing how loud she was being, not caring.
A moment later, his thrusts came to a frantic peak, and he groaned loudly. His fingers gripped her tight, to the point of pain. She savored it. He was so big inside her that she actually felt his cock pulse as he came, felt the gush and the wet, spreading warmth inside her. She laughed with joy at the sensation, her laughter punctuated with sharp exhalations yelps as he continued to pound her.
Finally he slowed, then stopped, chest heaving with exertion. She settled her weight on him, stretching out to touch her lips to his. They kissed in silence, both of them trembling in the aftermath.
A muffled explosion from the movie brought them both back to the present. Juliet giggled as she broke the kiss.
“So,” she said, propping herself up on her arms. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, looking satisfied and awkward. Juliet felt a surge of love at seeing him this way: hair mussed, breath heavy. She saw a flicker of doubt cross his face, and decided to head it off before it took root.
“That was amazing,” she said, wriggling a little on top of him. He gave a soft sigh of pleasure: he was still inside her.
“Yeah,” he agreed. He didn’t move, and after a moment she reached down to take one of his hands and put it on her breast. She liked it there.
She looked him in the eye. “I want you to know, dad. I wanted this. I’ve wanted it for awhile. I knew I wanted it when I came here today. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.”
“Me too,” he said softly, nodding. “Even though it’s-”
“Don’t say it. Please? Not right now. We can talk about it later.”
She tilted her hips and rolled away slightly, letting her father’s cock slip out of her. They both made a pleased noise at the sensation. Juliet bit her lip, feeling happy and content. They might have to talk later, but for now, she just wanted to be with her dad. Physically. Emotionally. Everything at once.
“Okay,” he said. “Later.”
She kissed him and sat up on the bed. On impulse, she pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it to the side, then stood up, completely naked.
She could see the questions on his face, mixed with appreciation at seeing her body. She embraced her boldness, hoping it would keep the demons of doubt at bay a little while longer.
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” she said. “When I come back, do you want to finish watching the movie with me?”