Daddy Issues (Closed)

[Cum_Inside]

After it was over, Harper said nothing. Andrew seemed content to bask in the silence, pressing those slow lazy kisses over her skin, his breathing settling and slowing into something that was just on the cusp of sleeping respirations. It seemed like it took forever before his body relaxed and his full weight crushed down on top of her. Harper wasn’t comfortable at all, but at least the worst was over with.

She tried to wiggle out from under him but there was no give to his muscular, broad, heavy body pinning her; she didn’t want to wake him in case he decided to repeat the evens, but she couldn’t stay here.

Lying there underneath her father’s post-coital body, Harper tried to think of what she could do to get out of this situation. With a frustrated sigh, Harper realized she had no choice but to either push him off with one strong shove and risk not only the emotional and physical trauma that had occurred tonight but also potentially his rage at being woken so forcibly.

She couldn’t win - neither option was a good one.

It seemed like she was stuck until he decided to be reasonable and let her up. Or she needed to trick him while she was awake.

 

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Harper held her breath, eyes shut, hoping that her attempt at faking sleep might be passable enough that Andrew wouldn’t call her bluff. That, or he was still drowsy enough that he didn’t even notice as he climbed off her and wandered down the hall. She waited until she heard the stream of urine start to begin before she hurriedly climbed back into her panties, shimmying into her pants and yanking her shirt over her head haphazardly. She ignored the steady throbbing in her pelvis when she stood and began to bear weight, thankful for her lithe and light frame which made scurrying across the floor quietly just a little easier.

Harper didn’t even put her shoes on — the ache when she sped across the rough pavement in the driveway was nothing compared to the ever-worsening cramping in her belly and the sharp stabbing in her groin whenever she took another step forward.

She fumbled the keys in the ignition before finally, finally on the third try managing to turn the engine and back steadily out of the driveway.

She didn’t look back.

****

She didn’t look back, but she cried. A lot.

As terrible as what had happened really was, he was still her father. Harper loved him, and she missed him, but she was scared to be around him, now. Two weeks after that fateful night, she laid in bed next to the man who she was going to be marrying in the morning. He slept undaunted; he’d been so oblivious to her pain, so wrapped up in his own life and matters that he barely even cast a glance in her direction since dinner four days previous. She wondered if that was what their life would be — if they were so comfortable around each other that they’d lost all desire to communicate or to have some kind of small intimacies.

For the first few nights after her rape, Harper had feigned disinterest in sex, claiming to not be feeling well. Nathan didn’t argue, but she found it somewhat strange; they were a healthy couple who were planning to get married in the very near future. Shouldn’t they be hot and heavy whenever they had the chance? Or had they settled so quickly into mundane domesticity that the idea of his wife not wanting sex was normal for him now?

Either way, Harper was grateful for the reprieve even if it reminded her just how distant they were becoming. They hadn’t made love in weeks, actually.

Speaking of distance, Harper had never been away from her father this long. Even if the thought of seeing him now made nervous butterflies flutter about in her belly, she had to admit that she missed the easy way they laughed and joked around; talking and spending time together had always been comforting to her. He had been her only constant since birth and the one she could lean on always. It felt strange to be without him.

He’d sent her a few texts, even called a couple times, but she always let it go to voicemail.

She was embarrassed by how often she listened to his messages, wanting so badly to just pick up the phone when he called and tell him how she really felt — she was betrayed, yes, but she still loved him. She would always love him, even if he had a problem. Harper had been blindsided by how deeply his love for her ran, and she didn’t know if they could ever go back to how things had been before.

No.

She knew that they would never be the same, but Harper wanted her Daddy back.

He was so lonely. As much as he had hurt her that night, Harper couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling at being tossed away so easily again, just like her deadbeat mother had done to him all those years ago. It wasn’t often he’d shown any vulnerability over the years and what had Harper done but abandon him when he needed her the most?

She considered revoking his invitation to the wedding but decided that would only make things worse. As much as he hated Nathan, to refuse to allow him to come would only bring questions from their friends and family who knew the two were practically inseparable. That, plus the fact that Andrew would be hurt at his daughter’s forcible ejection from her life. He had no one else — to push him away forever...

That’s what made her the saddest.

Not the rape, or how it had made her feel, but the fact that the person she loved most in this world was likely struggling just as much as she was with what had happened and the resulting chasm between them.

That’s why she finally rolled over at just before 1 am the morning of her wedding and made the effort to communicate with him for the first time in weeks versus just listening to his voicemail over and over. It took a long time to settle on the words, squinting through the bright white backlight of her cellphone.

I hope you’ll be there.

 

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Harper turned to face him, heart already thudding in her chest at having to address the tension between them. She had been dressed in a light blue gown while her stylist worked to get her hair and makeup done, wanting to put the dress on at the last second. Rising smoothly from her chair, Harper took him in.

Her father was dressed to the nines; the sharp lines of his suit jacket accentuated the broad line of his shoulders and tightened against his chest but narrowed even further against his trim waist. However the signs of their “disagreement” two weeks past was visible in the drawn line of his lips and the wary gaze he regarded her with, appraising her as one might a wild animal.

Andrew had never apologized. Reading his texts, Harper had understood that he ascribed no blame to himself — he never blamed her, either, but simply laid out the facts as he saw them, reality or not: Andrew loved his daughter and there was no boundaries to his feelings. He wasn’t guilty for that, and certainly denied any for how those feelings had manifested, but that didn’t mean he didn’t regret what had happened in the interim.

They’d have to talk about it eventually, but for now...

Harper had to have this day go perfectly. She could smile and pretend nothing was wrong as she always did - she was well versed in that, after all.

With bare feet, much in the same way she’d ran from him the other day, Harper this time moved back into his orbit for the first time in weeks. She reached out for his shoulders and rose onto her toes to press a gentle kiss against his cheek, shaven-bare for her big day.

“Everything is in place now but the dress, Dad,” she responded, drawing back down to her own height and looking up at him. “What do you think?”

 

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Looking up into his eyes, there was a soft affection in them that didn’t speak of any of the madness that she’d seen the last time they’d been together. Slowly, Harper tilted her chin up and stepped in a bit closer to bare her neck and demonstrate her compliance with her father’s wishes. Even if she wanted to cause a scene, the mature thing to do was to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary here.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “Thank you, Dad.”

Andrew’s large, strong fingers ghosted over the flesh of her collarbones and throat, securing the locket around her neck. This closely, Andrew’s musky cologne overwhelmed her senses; it was a deep sandalwood scent that made her blood warm, but certainly not such a pungent smell that it threatened to burn the inside of her nostrils. His proximity made the short hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and the goosebumps rise on her shoulderblades.

His fingers barely touched her but now they left behind a trail of electricity behind in their wake, the likes of which she’d never felt before. Harper fought her shiver, blinking heavy lashes laden with mascara up at him. For a moment that seemed like a lifetime, Andrew met and held her eyes, something indecipherable shining back at her. For a moment, Harper thought that he might ignore the room full of people and kiss her — that heady look was certainly one that Nathan had aimed at her more than a few times, even if she hadn’t seen it in God knows how long.

Harper sighed softly, taking a step back.

“Can we have a moment, girls? I just need to have a chat with my dad, please,” she requested.

One by one, the room full of stylists and bridesmaids emptied out until only Andrew and Harper stood, three feet apart, taking in the silence. Right now, they could almost pretend that the distance between them, both emotional and physical, had never widened in the first place.

Harper had thought she wouldn’t be able to face him after what had happened, but surprisingly it still felt like her father standing in front of her; she still loved him, and she doubted that would ever change, but she worried that things would never be the same again. She’d worried that his touch, even those that weren’t sexual in the least, might repulse her.

He was still her father. She still loved him. Harper didn’t feel the intense fear she’d expected to feel.

“Hi,” she said, after the time continued to span between them, seemingly endless.

 

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The pit that had settled and remained in her stomach for the following weeks after their episode felt suddenly twice as heavy.

Harper loved her father. She knew that she should probably be disgusted by him and even hate him after his assault on her, but looking at him now, so weary and spread thin, speaking more honestly and candidly than maybe he ever had, Harper didn’t feel those things at all.

Mostly, she was sad.

Her dad had never had it easy. He’d worked his ass off to raise her and make certain she’d never wanted for anything. For years this had been bottled up inside him and eating him alive. She wondered how she’d been so oblivious. But it also...

Made that familiar unease settle deeply into her bones once more.

Nathan and Harper had been struggling since the moment he’d asked her to marry him, whether either of them wanted to admit it. This contention between them had been building and growing and blowing out of control for a while now. The fight the night of her rape had cemented and confirmed what Harper already knew.

She didn’t want this. Things weren’t meant to be this way at all. Now that she knew just how broken her father really was over her “abandonment” of him, how jealous and lonely... Could she really be so selfish to throw this in his face when she wasn’t even happy with Nathan?

The truth was, nobody had ever made her as happy as her father had. Nobody had ever been there for her like he had. Nobody had ever sacrificed so much just to see a smile on her face and nobody loved her like her father had.

But she’d also never wanted to spend time with anyone as much as she did with Andrew. The love they shared was mutual. It probably had been for a long time, even if she hadn’t really understood that. Suddenly, many things made so much more sense.

Maybe she’d enabled this behaviour and encouraged his feelings, but for the first time, Harper realized she didn’t feel bad about it if that really was the truth.

Standing there quietly, listening to him talk, thankful he’d decided to go first, Harper gathered her own thoughts.

Delicately, she wrapped small, gentle fingers around his thick palms and gave his hands a squeeze.

“Is that... is that why you’ve never had a girlfriend?” She asked hesitantly. “Did I hold you back? I never wanted it to be that way, Dad. I love you,” Harper said. “I love you,” she repeated firmly, “and I think... I think the signs were there, even if I didn’t want to see them. I don’t...”

She bowed her head and kept her eyes riveted to the floor so that he wouldn’t see her tears.

“I think I’ve made a mistake, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

 

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Harper’s heart stuttered to a stop with his fingers under her chin. The tenderness in his eyes shattered any illusions that she might have had as to whether or not he’d been speaking the truth; the expression on his face now screamed out to her just how much he wanted to kiss her. That wasn’t what made the furious thumping of her own heart silent - it was the way her entire body relaxed into his arms and her very soul seemed to want it, too.

Harper wanted Andrew to kiss her.

When he took her into his arms and her face pressed against his pectorals through his suit, she breathed a sigh of relief. The moment had seemed to pass, but there was no doubt that she couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if he lowered his head and his mouth met hers, but at least he couldn’t see that on her face. Daddy had always known exactly what his baby girl wanted, and further, what she needed.

He was her safety. Her protector. He was her home. But most of all, Andrew Hastings was Harper’s heart.

Even though she’d been afraid during her assault several weeks ago, she realized now that it had never been of him; it had been just how intense his love for her had felt as it razed across her skin and broke her soul wide apart to let itself into the very centre of her. She’d been awestruck by the way he loved her, and shocked by the fact that he’d never shown her a hint of it. Harper had lost any control she’d had and she knew that in that moment, her life had irrevocably changed.

It had hurt, but her father had reached places inside her that nobody else ever had. He’d single-handedly rearranged everything she’d ever known.

Harper wasn’t scared.

She pulled her hands free from his and fisted them in his lapels, tugging on them urgently.

There was so much she needed to fix and this... this was the most important.

There was nothing but confidence and love shining up at Andrew when she raised green eyes to face him head-on.

“I want you to kiss me, Daddy.”

 

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Unlike last time, Harper sunk into the kiss wholeheartedly. The pit in her stomach evaporated, and her eyes fell shut, heavy lashes resting against her cheeks. His lips were soft but powerful and his stubble grated against her chin.

Although he kissed her like glass at first, soon she tasted the hunger in his mouth and felt his passion for her with each slide of his tongue against hers.

She reciprocated, her own mouth open and eager against him: he might have even swallowed a moan of fervour after her father’s endowment pressed against her belly. She remembered how much it hurt, but she also remembered the way he was so satisfied and spent after their sex, and she wanted it again. Here, held firmly against her father’s for body, Harper’s pussy responded in kind. She was so wet and squirmy in his arms, but only fear of being caught kept her subdued.

With tiny hands clasping his cheeks, Harper pulled away and allowed her eyelids to flutter open.

“I need to feel you inside me again,” she whispered. “I can’t marry him; it’s never been Nathan, Daddy. I want you to take me home and fuck me, but I have to wrap this up, first.”

****

Harper imagined that Nathan might be quite shocked to find his bride in her joggers half an hour before the wedding, but it didn’t quite compare to the scene when she pushed open the door to find one of their high school classmates (Ashley) on her knees between her fiancé’s splayed thighs, mouth wet and breasts dangling out of the top of her dress.

Well, that certainly explained a few things, too.

There was less anger in her voice than she expected when she finally managed to pick her jaw up off the floor and shoot him the dirtiest look she could manage (for effect, considering that she had full plans to have hot forbidden incestual sex with her father as soon as the door of their home closed behind them).

“Daddy was right about you all along,” she snipped. “Really? Couldn’t even keep it in your pants on our wedding day, Nathan? I’m done with this! I have a present for you, Ashley,” Harper sneered, pulling her engagement ring from her finger and throwing it at the disheveled couple before slamming the door shut and stomping away.

She didn’t even care that he’d cheated, had fooled herself into believing that she’d be hurt by it if his affections turned, but...

“Ashley? Really?” Harper muttered, expression sour and dark as she made a beeline for the back exit of the venue and out to join her father in the car.

 

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The short ride home took forever, or at least it felt that way. Her foot tapped repeatedly on the passenger side mat as Andrew drove with a lead foot and the squirming that had started during their kiss only continued with her bum wiggling around in the seat.

She was never so grateful to see the front of the house come into view down at the end of the street and the automatic garage door already sliding open for the car.

When the door closed behind them and the dimly lit garage was deathly silent around them, Harper scrabbled for her seatbelt release so that she could climb into Andrew’s lap, soft mouth already searching for his. The vehicle May have been cramped but it was only the starting point, and with Daddy’s strong hands squeezing tightly around Harper’s narrow waist, she knew she had made the correct decision, especially with the thick line of cock directly underneath her hot centre which she could feel throbbing in his pants every time she ground her hips down against him.

 

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His matter-of-fact statement hit home, but only for the reason that things would never be the same again.

The fierce way they made-out was demonstrated in the saliva connecting their lips when either of them pulled away to talk or by the deep gulps of air Harper sucked in before devolving into sweet giggles. Andrew didn’t know all the things his daughter had gotten up to sexually but there were many things she was excited to try.

Speaking of...

“I hear road head is a thing,” she husked, grinding all of her weight down in his lap.

“Anyway, you haven’t seen pretty until you’ve seen the panties I’ve got on; I just hope you admire them later and get to the fucking now because I am soaked and I need you,” Harper whined. “Please Daddy.”

 

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Unsticking herself from his lap was more difficult a task than it sounded. Dropping several more wet pecks on his mouth, she finally managed to peel herself away from him. Her body felt barren with his hand missing from her panties and his fingers nestling deep within her core.

Still, the faster she got her booty upstairs the faster she’d get her urges satisfied.

Harper pushed the car door open and was practically a hurricane as she entered the house and left a trail of clothes in her wake, leaving a path for him to follow. She did leave the underwear on, though, and her slim but still full backside bent over her miniscule twin bed was the greeting he received when he reached the end of his journey. Harper peeked over her shoulder with her bottom lip caught between her teeth and a sultry heat in her eyes. She wiggled her bottom.

The small strip of transparent fabric did nothing to hide her shaved, sodden cunt from her father, glimmering trails of her juices catching the natural light of the sun shining through her window and revealing just how excited she was.

“How do you want me, Daddy?”

 

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For a few moments after she’d left him, Harper wondered if this was really happening and whether or not he’d really follow her to her bed and use her the way she really wanted to be - then she recalled the passion he’d shown her the last time they were together and her fear melted away.

There was no need for that, now.

She heard the sharp inhale of his breath as he took her in for the first fully consensual time, bent over as she was to maximize the view.

It took all her willpower not to quiver in need when his strong hands touched her backside and pulled her bridal set free from her moist vaginal folds to reveal what he was about to lay claim on.

The thick fingers spreading her slit open to find the nub that gave her so much pleasure felt wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the way his stubble scratched at her inner thighs when he buried his face in her cunt.

Harper moaned, head dropping even further, spine arching to push her bum harder against his face, desperately seeking out the comfort and pleasure that only daddy could give her.

“Please,” she whispered, tone pleading. She didn’t even really know what she wanted yet but she did know one thing... Harper was more than ready for Andrew to lock his lips around her sensitive little clit and suck, making a snack out of her before he felt the need to lodge almost a foot of thick, hefty cock into his daughter.

 

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When his tongue traced over her asshole, Harper jerked away like she’d been electrocuted. It didn’t feel bad; she liked the way her body tingled when he did that, but she didn’t want him to get any crazy ideas, either.

She still remembered just how intensely it had hurt to take his cock deep into her little pussy and she didn’t think she could stand the pain if he decided to use a different hole. Even having his meaty fingers inside her moist cavern was a stretch, making her squirm and whimper on them. Andrew worked them in and out of her at the same slow pace he worked his mouth over her most sensitive part, slowly helping to loosen her up.

It said a lot about how much this meant to him that he was ensuring her own pleasure first - last time had not been about making her comfortable in the least. This time, Harper was impatient to get to that point again, fully invested in the moment. As much as she liked having his mouth down south, Harper needed more. She needed to feel the connection between them and determine whether or not this was a mistake, but so far all she could think of was how right it all felt; that she regretted not seeing the signs that had been there for so long and how much her Daddy needed her.

“Always,” she agreed. “It’s not every day you get dicked down with a monster cock like yours. I’ve never... seen anything like it before,” Harper admitted. “But I want it so bad, Daddy.”

 

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Her small fists clenched at the sheets during the first attempt at breaching her tight vaginal canal. Like the first time, Andrew exerted more than enough force to bury himself inside her, and despite having a better angle this time to encourage him deeper without the same amount of intense agony, it still really fucking hurt! Harper whined loudly, tongue swiping across her flushed lips in a nervous gesture: what if she couldn’t take him? What if she couldn’t please him?

But you did a month ago her consciousness whispered. You already know he fits inside of you. Relax.

Gritting her teeth and bearing down with her pelvis, Harper tried to open her body up to accept him in a less painful manner, but after he slid inside another three inches she realized that it was going to hurt one way or another — with a cock that size, there was no avoiding it.

No wonder that woman all those months ago had limped out of here.

The stabbing ache of it didn’t take away from what the moment meant, though, and Harper still managed to enjoy it for what it was while her Daddy worked to seat the last several inches inside her. It was proof of their bond and love for each other, and Harper wanted to ensure that the bond kept growing. She had no complaints, but her cries were vocal and amplified throughout her cramped bedroom.

 

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The ache that had been prevalent from the moment he slid home was nothing compared to the sharp spikes of pain when he hammered into her cervix. Harper cried out, sheets fisted so tightly she thought her fingers would never be able to straighten out again from the strain of it all, face smushed into the mattress with her back and ass arched.

She had no plans to complain or ask him to stop - he’d probably struggled his entire life to find anyone to accommodate him, and Harper wanted to make him proud. She wanted to make him happy. Even with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, Harper only took what he gave with no thought given to asking him to take it easy on her — Daddy probably hadn’t been fully sated by a women in so long...

Andrew let her rest on her face and shoulders for only a few moments; the friction of the rough, worn sheets against her breasts didn’t last long. He was tugging her up by the hair before she knew it, with one strong fist gripping her thick mane. Andrew tangled her hair around in his grip in a way that told her she was not moving until he was well and ready to let her go — the rough pull against her roots ensured she couldn’t get away even if she wanted to.

She didn’t.

With her body pulled taut, Harper could have sworn she felt something inside of her tear when Andrew roughly yanked her fully onto him, impaling her in a way she’d never been before. Even that night on the couch, Harper didn’t think Daddy had been so deep inside of her that she thought he might have been a part of her like it felt now.

Harper howled at the sensation, eyes shooting between her legs to see if his cock was soaked in her blood on his withdrawal — it sure as hell felt like she should be torn — but there was nothing but glimmering wetness there from her snatch. Simultaneously, feeling his balls forcibly pressing against her ass, thinking that Daddy had destroyed her in a way no other man could, Harper’s body began to writhe and twitch in sudden, wholly unexpected orgasmic bliss.

She’d not believed her to be so close, and some part of her felt more than a little shocked at how sick she must be to get off on the extreme pain in her tiny pussy, because there was no way it was normal for anyone to enjoy something like that. Nevertheless, each powerful thwack against the opening to her cervix only extended her orgasm, or perhaps threw her into a second one headlong, until she was whimpering with overstimulated bliss at the same time as Andrew used her body like a rag doll for his own pleasure. Despite knowing it was impossible, Harper wondered just how it would feel if he somehow managed to breach the opening to her uterus and power right through it, embedding himself inside the most sacred part of her as he began to fill her with sperm.

Lest, that was impossible. That and Andrew was showing no signs of slowing at all - no signs that he was close to done with her.

“It hurts so fucking good,” she choked out, voice almost a scream in its intensity. “It hurts, Daddy, but I don’t ever want you to stop!”

Harper had many things to reassess — before today, she’d never pegged herself as a masochistic little slut, but lord knew she wanted all he could dish out. Before today, Harper had never imagined being in love with her own father, let alone begging him to fuck her, but that sick part of her whispered just how intoxicating it was to just let go and let him take care of her the way he’d always wanted to. Perhaps, the way he’d always been meant to.

Harper had no regrets.

 

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It was all she could do to take the pounding he gave her. Even though it hurt, Harper was finding that she was actually loving it - there was an immense feeling of pride at being able to take all of him, especially remembering the woman who limped out of her like a wuss the night she'd caught her doing the walk of shame. With Daddy's pelvis pressed fully against Harper's ass, knowing that every single inch of his cock was seated inside her, she was one happy girl.

That combined with the fact that he was clearly enjoying every moment of their rough, urgent fuck, made her feel so good.

When he stated that he'd never stop fucking her, something in her blood started to sing. Heat rose in her groin and the steady throb that accompanied it stole her breath. Her fists clenched in the sheets even tighter, if that was possible.

Harper couldn't stop the way her orgasm crashed upon her after he forced her up and against the wall with no concern to hurting her. With his hand around her throat, fingers closed tightly around the slim column of her neck, Harper came with a choked wine. The sound caught and broke off due to the lack of air, but Harper didn't care; she was too busy quivering and cumming harder than she'd ever done on Daddy's cock, pussy clenched so impossibly tight that she wondered if he'd ever be able to pull out again from how deeply she'd sucked him in like a vacuum.

 

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With his sperm cooling rapidly inside her and his weight pressing her into the wall, Harper's eyes started to feel heavy. The events of the morning had sucked a lot out of her and she was tired.

Nestled in Daddy's arms, Harper knew that he would take care of her just as he'd always done. "Love you, Daddy," she murmured quietly, sleepily.

As his cock softened inside of her and the urgency of their coupling died, Harper was aware of him pulling back a bit while keeping his arms locked around her body. He carried her to the bed and when his prick slipped free of her sore, red pussy, Andrew wiped up their combined sexual fluids with her flat sheet before climbing into her tiny twin bed and bolstering her against his chest.

Harper was snoring in no time with one leg thrown over his hip.

 

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Harper slept better than she had in months, maybe even years. Tucked up in her father’s arms with his heart thumping underneath her ear, she felt safe and protected. Considering that she was still full of his sperm, the immense feeling of his love was quite prominent.

It took her a moment to rouse the next morning, awoken by soft kisses and a hefty weight on top of her. Although her father had raised her to be an early bird, she’d never enjoyed getting out of bed at this time of day. Nathan was typically resistant when Harper tried to coax him into morning sex, and feeling her father’s thick boner pressing against her hip, wide awake and raring to go, Harper couldn’t fight her grin.

She blinked sleepy eyes open, reaching to curl her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “Mmm, morning Daddy. How did you sleep?”