Daddy Issues (Closed)

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carefully deposited her duffel bag containing her ice skates next to the mudroom door. The warmth of the house smacked her in the face and she sighed happily to be out of the chilly air. Although she loved the community outdoor rink, being in the middle of a cold spell in the Canadian north definitely meant that it was hard to spend any amount of time there before fingers, toes, and noses froze almost as solid as the ice underneath the blades of her skates. -25 degrees celsius was no joke.

Still, an hour was a decent length of time to make some laps with her beau. It was a perfect Saturday night date night, and Harper absolutely loved nights like this when it was clear but nippy and the fairy lights strung around the fence glimmered and cast a beautiful glow over the ice. There were people laughing and having fun all around, children chasing each other down as they raced for the other end of the rink, and hot chocolate abounding. Typically, Harper was pretty good at staying away from sugary drinks but this was the perfect excuse. She couldn't have been happier with the way the night had turned out.

"Dad?" She called, voice lilting and soft, carried down the hallway to the living room where she could hear the television playing in the background. It was just a little after ten, not overly late by any stretch of the imagination. She slipped out of her boots and coat, hanging her mittens on the drying rack before she started to pad down the hall to investigate the noise.

"I'm home!"

Although Harper was 22 she still lived at home with her father, Andrew Hastings. This was her final year of university and it had only made sense for her to save the cost of living by staying at home. The university was only about a 45-minute commute, and to not have to spend money on an apartment and groceries on top of tuition had seemed like a no-brainer. Surprisingly, dad had been happy to have her home, too. She figured he'd be more than ready to kick her out and live a life all on his own. He'd been alive twice as long as her, but the best years of his life had been spent at home with a child who depended on him and a lack of ability to accomplish certain goals he'd had before she was born.

Harper suspected he was lonely.

At 44, Andrew had lived the life of a single dad to one wild child and never really seemed to find anyone to settle down with. It was a shame because he took good care of his body, ate right, was attractive from an objective standpoint, and had the personality of a champ. He was strong and even somewhat old-fashioned, believing in the results of hard work, and he'd done well to provide a happy, well-rounded life for his precious baby girl. Any woman would be lucky to have him and Harper didn't quite know why he'd never really tried dating. She'd mentioned it once, but he'd just laughed and blown her off.

Harper's mother had abandoned her the day she was born, refusing to even see the baby she'd just given birth to. Mentally, she wasn't in the right place, dad had told her. It wasn't a subject he really wanted to get into detail about but he had once mentioned that Harper's birth mother had issues with addiction and her priorities weren't straight. That was the end of the discussion. Although Andrew was fairly young when Harper was born, both he and his parents had stepped up and raised her to be a woman they could all be proud of.

He'd worked hard to give her the best life and he still insisted on it.

Things were about to change.

Her boyfriend, Matthews had wanted to come in and wish her goodnight, as well as to sit down and have a chat with Harper's father but Harper had only winced and promised that they'd do dinner next week -- it was no secret that Andrew was not necessarily the biggest fan of Nathan even after four years of dating. He was pretty protective of his baby girl and for some reason, he had never really gotten on board with her daughter's high-school sweetheart. This time of night really wasn't the best for the conversation that needed to be had...

Harper crossed the floor and pressed a kiss against her father's temple, smiling down at him fondly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tightly. She almost wished that some of the cold that had seeped into her bones might be stolen away by her father's protective embrace.

"How was your night? Don't tell me you spent the night watching some boring ol' movie, unless of course you found yourself some hot company? Snuck her out just before I got home?" She teased, eyebrows waggling absurdly.

Harper and her dad were close. Maybe it was just the nature of their relationship, but growing up as the child of a single-father meant that he took up the slack and filled those gaps that a mother would traditionally fill. He was her best friend next to Nathan, and they had little to no secrets. She could talk to him about anything.

She just hoped that he might not react how she predicted he might to the news she had to drop on him.

 

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Harper collapsed into the plush leather sofa and looked up at him as he stood and stretched.

“Nah Dad, I‘ll have one in a bit. What do you say we finish that movie over a nice glass of wine to settle down and maybe we can go out and do something just for us tomorrow? Nathan and I did end up on the ice but it was a bit chilly, even for us. I have something that I need to chat with you about, but tonight isn’t the time,” she answered, already back up and on her feet to grab two long stemmed glasses from the island’s rack.

For once, Harper was taking charge. She expected an argument but was surprised when he didn’t fight her, calmed mostly in part by her hand on his shoulder as she passed him.

“Let me take care of you for once. You’re always alone lately in this big old house and the only company you get is from the women on television. I’m not sure why you don’t seem to want anything to do with finding someone for yourself to settle down with. I suppose as long as you’re happy it’s fine but... are you happy, Dad? That’s all I want for you,” Harper commented.

 

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Harper smiled at him softly.

“Well, what would you like to do? I’m happy to do whatever you want,” she replied, taking a small sip of the vintage, full-bodied red. It was a bit dry but that was how she liked it.

Curling back on the couch with her feet tucked under her, Harper relaxed into the cushions. She patted the seat next to her, encouraging him to get comfortable as well. When he sat down next to her, Harper stretched her feet into his lap and lounged even deeper into the back of the sofa.

“And yeah, everything is fine dad, there’s no need to worry. I just think it’s not a bedtime conversation is all,” Harper deflected casually. “I think you’re being a bit cheesy but it’s been a while since we’ve been able to spend the day together and this is a good excuse. Let’s just make the most of it, okay?”

 

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That sounded great, actually. They hadn’t been to a game together in a while, so it would be good to have that time with her father. She nodded, taking another sip of her wine.

“Sounds fun. It’s a date,” she decided, not realizing that saying things like that to her father was only encouraging his feelings for her; it was more of a light-hearted comment not meant to mean anything serious. “It’ll be great. Now, we gonna watch this movie or not?” She laughed.




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The next morning, Harper was up early and out for a run before the sun rose, body and kind conditioned towards living a healthy lifestyle. Her father had raised her to have no nonsense when it came to being productive, eating right, and never being lazy.

There were very few mornings that did not start out with some kind of physical activity and even though most might shy away from running in the brisk cold of Winter, the sharp quality of the air only helped to build her stamina and push her further in a quest to maintain her body in tip-top shape. Nathan himself wasn’t much into physical activity unless it had some kind of food reward involved and Harper found herself doing this morning routine alone most of the time. Sometimes dad joined her but usually she was up too early even for him, preferring to run on her own.

It gave her time to think and digest the most recent events of her life.

This morning, things were different. This morning, Harper ran through all the possible scenarios she could think of for this afternoon when she dropped the bomb on her father: he would not like it, and imagining it made her flinch. She had no idea why he really didn’t like Nathan - actually, he’d never liked any guy she dated, but especially Nathan — but explaining to him that she was happy always seemed to appease him somewhat.

But would he be appeased when Harper told him just how life was about to change?

Her belly felt sick thinking about it, but she did not regret her choice. All she could do was stand up and refuse to back down when she delivered the news. She could do this — she was no quitter.




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Harper met her father at the bottom of the stairs after having a protein-packed breakfast and a nice hot shower, finally ready to face the day and spend it with dad. She’d chosen a simple outfit, something meant for comfort and warmth at the arena, but also something cute and feminine.

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She didn’t know how to bring it up. Clearly it was best at the end of their day out, but Harper still had to decide the best way to tell her father; he’d be unhappy either way, but she hoped his desire to always want the best for Harper helped him see reason. Her belly was just a bit upset at the thought of it all.

She hoped that she’d always be his princess — whether there was another man in her life or not; Harper has always been Daddy’s girl, and even though there were some huge changes coming, she didn’t want that to be one of them. She still depended on him for support at all stages.

She smiled at him anyway, hoping he didn’t see her nerves. She was so grateful that the ride had been silent, but she was certain he must be suspicious. Usually, there was no prolonged quiet between the two of them.

Still, he left it alone and the only time he broke the silence was when they arrived at the arena.

“Yup — let’s go get our seats. I keep buying the season pass in case you want to go to a game but it’s been too long since we’ve been together. I’m glad you suggested this,” she commented, as they weaved through the stadium around to their preferred seats about midway down the stretch of ice leading to the home team’s net.

“I miss doing stuff with you.”

 

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Instinctively, Harper reached to cover his hand on her knee as a receptive gesture.

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s only working at the radio station in the evenings so it’s not really that involved but at least it gives me something to do. I have to contribute somehow, right? Plus I’m sure I won’t be living with you forever and I have to start somewhere.”

She didn’t want to tell him that the day would be coming sooner rather than later.

“And you? You’ve been slammed at work lately, right? Will it ever slow down?”

 

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Good to hear about his work with the construction company. Her father did work on jobs at times but now he was more into managing said jobs; he had a decent job and provided for them well.

Harper was a student in kinesiology, wanting to do something in regards to sports medicine or maybe physiotherapy or acupuncture. There were so many options available to her she hadn’t quite made up her mind just yet.


His probing questions about distractions were a perfect segue, but then he was asking about concession food.

She was surprised he was allowing that - he normally didn’t. It was too unhealthy and not anything good to put in her body and so Dad usually put his foot down. She’d never really got into eating snacks at games for that reason.

“Maybe just a warm drink? I don’t really want anything else but thanks, Dad.”

 

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She blushed, embarrassed at being so scatter-brained. Her nerves were getting the best of her.

“Oh yeah, everything is good there, too. It keeps me busy and I’m learning lots. It will be great to put my experience into practice when I finally get out of school.”

Harper sipped happily at her hot chocolate, hands clasped tightly around the warm cup to keep them at the perfect temperature.

She turned her attention back to the game before deciding that she couldn’t focus enough, worried about the discussion to come.

 

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She shook her head, giving him a warning glance.

“Oh, stop that. You know I enjoy spending time with you.”

That was the end of it until they reached the pizza place they liked to go to. It was a nice treat and not something they did often, but this place was a bit unique because they had no set pizza selections - they allowed the customer to choose the type of crust and then they loaded the pies themselves with any ingredients or sauces they wanted. They charged based on weight and it was fabulous. Harper has never been a picky eater but she imagined it just be the dream of someone who had a lot of food hang ups.

After they had worked together to load the pizza and were sipping on their drinks (a raspberry ice tea for Harper) in their designated booth, Harper decided that she couldn’t stall very much longer. She needed to get this over with. She reached over the table and took his hands in hers, clasping her tiny fingers around the girth of his hands, rough and calloused from years of hard manual labour.

“Daddy,” she started. It was a placating tone, the way she talked to him when she didn’t want him to be angry with her. “I have some news. Now I know that you’re not Nathan’s biggest fan but he makes me so happy — I feel loved and protected and cherished with him, which is what you’ve always wanted for me. We’ve been together a while now and we both want to take the next step. Nathan asked me to marry him,” Harper’s heart was hammering away in her chest, watching him carefully, her sweet green eyes locked on her father’s.

Andrew tensed, hand clamping down against hers, physically preparing himself for the words he now knew were coming.

“I said yes. We’re getting married, Daddy.”

 

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She dropped her eyes and hid her flinch at his sharp tone. She could probably feel the heat of his rage through the right clammy grip he had on her hands and Harper knew he was holding himself back. She felt terrible that he’d reacted this way. She never wanted to upset her father, but she wanted him to respect her relationship, too.

“He asked me last night. We haven’t set a date, but we’re thinking the fall,” she said quietly. “Please Daddy — please understand. He makes me happy. I love him. I love you, too, but there has to be a way for you to coexist with him because he’s a huge part of my life. I want to spend the rest of it with the both of you and I can’t do that if you spend it angry with us,” she pleaded.

 

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She fiddled with the finger said ring was supposed to be on anxiously. His voice was level, words measured and forcibly calm. She could see it in his eyes that he was angry.

Harper dipped her head, eyes on the tabletop as she said, “yes, he did get a ring but I haven’t been wearing it because I wanted to talk to you first. It would be unfair to surprise you with something like that,” she mumbled.

“I know you’re not happy but I am. Please try, Daddy. Please just try to get to know him and then you’ll see that he’s a decent guy.”

 

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She chewed on her lip, nervously.

This was the worst part of the news; Nathan and Harper had discussed what they might do in this case, but Andrew still wasn’t going to be pleased.

“Well, we plan to move in together after the wedding. We’ve been to the bank and are pre-approved for a mortgage, so we’ll probably start looking to buy a house of our own soon. There’s a couple we like, but we’re not rushing into anything,” she informed him.

“We’re thinking about this properly. We’re not being impulsive, and we want to make the right decisions. Thank you for understanding, Dad. I know you’re upset, but I hope you’ll see that this is what I want.”

 

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Harper blushed, her embarrassment flaring suddenly.

“No, Dad! No way,” she answered quickly, eyes wide and shocked.

“I’m not pregnant. I just think that I can’t live in my father’s house forever, but especially since I’m getting married,” Harper covered, squeezing his hand once more. Gosh, they were massive compared to her own tiny set.

Her eyes were sincere but also questioning when she asked: “Since when have you known me to make rash decisions? Don’t you trust me?”

Just then, the waitress interrupted to refill their drinks and check-in. It gave Harper a bit of relief, dropping her eyes for a moment to escape the intense look she could feel burning through her.

She honestly didn’t know if he would accept this or not — it could go either way. Her father could be impossible to predict in similar situations, but when it came down to it, he had no problems making his distaste clear. One thing was for certain; it was going to be a long drive home.

 

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He left her there standing in the hallway after his remark about going out and that’s when Harper realized just how upset he was.

She’d never meant for that.

She wanted to follow after him and try and calm him down a bit but she knew better; it was always better just to let her father do his own thing when he was anything but happy — his temper could be explosive at times, and though she’d never really been on the receiving end of it, she’d witnessed it a few times. Harper did have first hand experience about disappointing him and that alone was a terrible feeling, but combined with anger over her supposed slight, well. Best to let him go.

She spent the rest of the afternoon and into the evening curled up on the couch and when his footsteps descended the stairs to go out for a bit just as he said he was going to do, Harper found that she was frozen and couldn’t say anything. She felt terrible that he never went out unless she drove him to drink, which happened very rarely these days. He never seemed to want to leave the house without a push, and it was such a shame that this had to be it.

He looked handsome. If she didn’t know any better, she might even think he was going out on a date of some kind. That was such an unrealistic thought, because even though he was attractive, her father wanted nothing to do with it.

She frowned, eyes cut to him from the dim lighting in the living room. He probably couldn’t see that she was watching him like a hawk. Maybe he even expected her to have gone out herself, paying no attention to the TV running in the background. Harper could be absent-minded that way.

The house felt cold even though it was plenty warm — there was a distance between them that hadn’t existed before this afternoon.

 

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Bree smiled, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear anxiously. She had to admit that even as much as she’d put herself out there and given him her number a few months back, she’d honestly forgotten about it when he hadn’t called. It was a bit of a surprise to pick up the phone to a random number and hear his deep rumble on the other end. But she was glad he had called, in the end.

Gosh, but he was so handsome.

Two months ago when she’d given him her number she’d foolishly sworn herself off younger men due to immaturity. She hadn’t believed anything would come of it but here they were, sitting by side in a bar that wasn’t really meant for a 26 year-old woman due to the upscale finishes and older crowds.

“Hey there. I’m shocked you called. I thought that you would ditched my number as soon as you left the site,” she teased. Siding one hand across the bar reminiscent of Harper’s gesture earlier, Bree grinned and squeezed his fingers, her own soft fingertips gliding across the rough skin on the back of his hand.

“Don’t get me wrong; I’m so glad to hear from you.”

Bree herself was similar in features to Harper but a little taller and a tiny bit broader, just enough to notice a different. Her chin was a bit rounder and the colour of her eyes wasn’t even close, a deep hazel, but otherwise it was evident there were some definite personality traits that Andrew preferred.

The fact that she was open to being fucked like a needy slut only solidified the deal.

 

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She nodded in response to the wine business, laughing about him being in her room.

"Lots of dirty things. I don't think you saw it when my bed was in there, but it's a shame I wasn't in there with you," she said boldly.

They enjoyed drinks and their casual flirting, but Bree scooted in a bit closer to him and placed one hand on his thigh just under the head of his dick, which she could see swelling in his pants.

Her voice was husky when she whispered: "I think it's time I saw your bed, though. Isn't that fair?"

She was after one thing and one thing only -- a nice, good hard fucking. She needed to burn off some stress.

"Or the alley will do," she offered saucily.

 

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Her eyes were drawn to it, tracing and gauging length of it.

Fuck, but it looked huge! She couldn’t even recall seeing a cock like that anywhere other than porn.

Bree licked her lips, a breathless little gasp escaping as she realized exactly what all this meant for her. Slowly, she dragged her eyes back up to meet his. Her words were low and soft when she said “I think I’m feeling a bit lightheaded - I may need to lie down,” in quite the suggestive manner.

His hands were electric on her body on the skin he could touch already, so she was already partially wet and oh so ready to see how they felt elsewhere.

 

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Her lips pressed back against his, fully cooperative. When he pulled back to talk to her, his own mouth didn’t stray far, just a hair’s breadth away. Bree giggled, playing along. “I think you better check my temperature. I’ve heard the most accurate is anally.”

It was lewd and bold, demonstrating that she was ready to go. Not only her words showed that fact — the easy way she spread her legs to allow him more access to her dampened core.

 

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Was it crazy? Yes. Was she impulsive? Hell yeah. Was she going to get laid? Definitely!

Bree was antsy and ready when her butt hit the taxi seat, but the minute they were past the front door, all bets were off. She was definitely easy, but older men absolutely did it for her and she couldn’t help herself. When it came to this man, who she had eyed more than once during her parent’s new-build, watching his muscles bunch and relax and stretch smoothly during any form of manual labour, Bree knew she had to have him.

As soon as she stepped over the threshold, her hand and fingers clutched at his cock through his jeans. She dropped to her knees and pressed a kiss over the thick of it, feeling it pulse and the heat radiating even through his denim. Her mouth watered.

“I think I was here,” she rasped, eyed eager and fingers tugging at his waistband.






Harper was sleeping quietly; she’d been surprised when her father didn’t come back in a decent amount of time, thinking he was just going out for some air. After a while had passed, exhaustion was creeping over her and she couldn’t wait any longer.

 

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Bree sputtered in shock.

She’d known it was huge in his pants, but to actually see it? His underwear had done an amazing job at concealing it to offset just how large it really was; that thing must have been resting down by his kneecap! Okay, so that was an exaggeration, but Bree’s panties were instantly soaked.

She’d never had anything this large.

It was a happy little breathless gasp she let out before he pulled her in to rub her face across the hot and sticky surface of it, giving her a better idea of the unique scent and taste of him.

Bree opened her lips around him but found that even the mushroom head was plump and almost stretched her mouth to capacity.

She imagined that thing would definitely cause a very visible distension in her throat as he used it, and damn if that mental image wasn’t sexy.

 

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There was nothing she could do but gag and choke on it, allowing him to fuck her face with a tight grip in her hair. Every time she gagged and her throat constricted Andrew would let out a moan and drive himself farther into her throat. There was an extra couple inches still left to go. There was no more room in her windpipe for him and each thrust battered her vocal chords.

Her brow furrowed at the beginning syllables of what sounded like a name, but she put that out of her mind. She couldn’t be sure anyway, so she focused on the task at hand, her own small paws grasping at his hips and enjoying the way her throat made slippery little gurgling wet sounds after every few seconds. Bree wondered if there was anyone at home, because if there was neither Andrew nor Bree were being quiet in the least and this blowjob in the middle of the entryway would certainly provide quite the show, welcome or not.

He let go of her scalp for a second and allowed her to breathe. Bree sucked in one large gasp of air before smirking one raunchy crooked grin full of teeth. Provocatively, Bree’s tongue slid along her bottom lip and collected a long string on saliva dangling from her plump, juicy lip. The taste was mixed with salty precum and Bree said: “yummy, baby.”

 

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That slap stung a bit but not in a way she couldn’t handle. As a matter of fact, it only made her shiver in excitement at what was possibly to come. She liked it a little rough at times with men twice her age and size. It made her feel so vulnerable.

Bree climbed the stairs quickly, with half a mind to take two at a time. She managed to restrain herself, but as she passed the first door on the left she had to wonder what was in there - the open door to the right was clearly a bathroom, and if Andrew’s bedroom was the second one, with a clear warning to avoid the first, did that mean he had someone that he didn’t want to know about her?

Bree didn’t care; she was just nosy.

It almost made this hotter to think about coming into a married man’s home in the middle of the night and fucking him while his wife slept down the hallway. She giggled, ready to get this party started. She was in desperate need of being filled.

Pushing open the door to his room, Bree took in the large king-sized bed (of course, for a man so big and broad), noting that only one side looked slept in. On that side of the bed she tossed her jeans after wiggling out of them, revealing her tiny little thong. She also shucked her shirt over her head, turning to face him in the open doorway, waiting.

 

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Bree wasn’t long scampering out of her underwear, leaving her body bare and open to his gaze.

Not even speaking about his cock, Andrew was massive! He towered over her and was probably twice the size! In tradition, the cockhead that she could see peeking from the top band of his briefs was probably bigger around than a coke can and the angry purple crown leaked a steady stream of precum over his for abs.

“I’m sorry Sir,” she mumbled. “I hope you won’t kick me out because of my behaviour,” she played along.

She was certain that if she turned and bent over the bed and spread her cheeks for him that Bree was going to get exactly what she wanted, so that’s exactly what she did.

*****

A giggle in the hallway woke her. At least that was what Harper thought when she first blinked open sleepy green eyes. It didn’t make sense considering her father had never once brought anyone home that Harper knew of - it was extremely out of character for him. Just as she was settling down again, there was a thump against the floor and her father’s deep voice rumbling through the wall behind her head.

Harper’s blood went cold for a second, mortified.

He wasn’t alone.

Her father had some woman over and Harper was pretty certain that she didn’t need to hear what was about to happen.

 

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She’d known it was big but it felt like a bartering ram trying to breach her defenses. Her body tensed naturally in response to the ache of him trying to work that thing inside her. He’d only gotten in a few inches but they stretched her full to bursting around his girth.

He was still pushing. Another inch slid inside her. Bree grit her teeth, whining loudly at the discomfort. It didn’t hurt, not really. It was more pressure than anything.

Bree ate those words when he grasped her hips and positively buried another two inches inside of her with a simultaneous forceful thrust and the way he yanked her body backwards to bury himself inside her twat.

“Ow, fuck!” She exclaimed.

Looking back over her shoulder, Bree’s stomach dropped.

He wasn’t even close to sheathed inside yet, not fully. There was probably half of his giant cock to sink into her snatch yet.

She maybe regretted this just a bit.

*****

Harper’s brow furrowed against her pillow. She’d turned away from the noise and buried her ears in her blankets to drown out the sound but her father’s companion was loud. Her voice sounded youthful, too, more high-pitched than anything else, or that could just have been the pained sounds escaping through the walls. She had definitely heard an “ow”.

What on earth?

Harper snorted; she was pretty sure a bed fellow was not supposed to be experiencing pain during sex unless this was some kind of kinky thing (which her boring father didn’t seem the type to be), so that left one viable explanation that she could think of.

Her father was so out of practice, poor guy.

Harper tried to ignore the sound, but the woman was moaning interspersed with cursed whimpers, and boy was she anything but quiet. But then... Then the steady thumping of the headboard against the wall against Harper’s back.

She wanted to pound on the walls like you might in an apartment block to silence your neighbours.

She wanted to, but the heavy feeling in her belly of anxiety wouldn’t last for long. They’d be done soon. Right?

Because it felt wrong to announce that she was awake and she needed them to quiet down — her father would probably be embarrassed and stop entirely, which, even if she didn’t want to think about him having sex, not really, she genuinely was happy for him. It had been a long time and Harper didn’t want to ruin anything for him. He had needed something like this for a while. She was always pushing himself to find a woman, even if she didn’t mean a hook-up (but that’s was okay, too).

A scowl slid across her face.

Even if the timing is mighty convenient she thought. He wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t pissed him off.

*****

Months down the road, Harper would think back to this night and realize just how correct she was, if not for all the wrong reasons.

 

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Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God! Harper chanted it in her head over and over, hoping for some distraction.

Fifteen minutes later when they were still going strong, Harper flung off her blankets and grabbed her comforter and pillow to traipse down the stairs. She was never going to be able ignore that ruckus, so sleeping on the couch it was. It was colder than her room was, the temperature always right on the line between cold and just warm enough, the way her father liked it with his high metabolism, but Harper had never liked being cold. She cranked the thermostat in retribution, knowing he’d notice as soon as he hit the top of the stairs in the morning.

Laying there lengthwise on the couch and staring up at the ceiling, it was mostly quiet now. She could still hear some occasional sounds from the couple upstairs, but at least now it didn’t seem like she was in the room with them based on the volume. She might actually be able to get some sleep, and turning on the TV for background noise made it easier still.

Half an hour later Harper was still flipping through late-night infomercials on the couch.

******

It still wasn’t the most comfortable sex she’d had, forced to take it due to his strong lunges of his dick inside her, but she was slowly starting to soak his balls and thighs with juice from her pussy the more this went on. Bree didn’t think she would cum on his cock without a bit less painful stimuli, but damn if she didn’t want to; he was blessed down south even if she really couldn’t handle it. She’d love to meet a woman that could!

Andrew was clearly enjoying himself. He didn’t seem to care that she was a bit tender inside and it looked like he had no intentions of slowing down. Bree felt like she might be a human fleshlight for him in the moment, and as soon as she heard him moan another woman’s name, Bree knew why. She was the replacement — it hadn’t mattered that it was her; she was just easy when he needed to get laid. Her belly rolled in resentment.

Why was it always like this?

She tried to tell him that wasn’t her name, but each and every thrust banged into her cervix so hard that it punched the breath from her lungs and she didn’t have the air to be contrary.

Bree dropped her forehead to the bed and just took it, thumb rolling over her clit.