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Breakfast at the Montana
Category: Stories
"Good morning, Daddy," called out a sweet, yet slightly raspy voice from the kitchen. The aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air as the sun peeked through the blinds, casting stripes of light across the worn-out linoleum floor.
Tony Montana, a man of intimidating presence, entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the curve of his daughter's backside. The sight was a familiar one, but today, it stirred something in him that was anything but familial. He'd noticed the way her hips had filled out lately, the way her shirts clung to her growing breasts. The line between father and daughter had become increasingly blurred in his mind.
"Mmm, smells delicious, mi vida," he murmured, his voice thick with more than just hunger for breakfast. He stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. His heart raced as he leaned in, his chest pressing against her, his cock growing harder. He watched her shoulders tense and her breath hitch as she felt his erection against her.
Sofia stiffened, the heat from his body seeping through her thin pajama shirt. She knew what was happening, had felt it before, she leaned back into him, smiling. " Did you sleep okay Daddy? I hope the baby and I didn't keep you up all night. " Sofia pushed her ass against his cock.
Tony's breathing grew ragged, his desire for her overwhelming any semblance of paternal responsibility. "You two are all I ever think about, mi amor." He slid his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts gently. The softness of her skin sent electric shocks through his fingertips, making him crave more. "Your mother never made me feel this alive," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
Sofia leaned into his touch, feeling excitement. She knew it was wrong, but the love she had for her father had evolved into something darker and more primal. "I know, Daddy," she murmured, turning to face him. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, but she saw only need. "Mother was all about herself, and no one else."
The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the coldness that had once filled their home. Tony's grip tightened on her hips, his thumbs brushing the soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama pants. He stepped closer, his breath warm against her face. "You're all I need," he said, his voice a low growl. "You and this little my little man, Alex." Tony was speaking of his son he had with his daughter, his pride and joy.
Sofia felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and a deep, burning love for the man who'd been her protector for so long. She reached up, her hands tracing the stubble on his cheek before they found their way into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were firm, demanding, and she melted into them, her own passion igniting.
Tony's hands slid down to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. His eyes devoured her bare flesh, her nipples pebbling in the cool air. He groaned, unable to resist the urge to lean down and capture one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, arching her back, pushing her chest closer to him.
Sofia felt a rush of desire, her body responding to his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. She reached down, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his thick cock. It sprang free, standing tall and proud against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently, feeling it pulse in her grasp.
Tony's eyes rolled back in his head as he savored the feeling of his daughter's hand on him. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby," he murmured, his voice a gravelly rumble. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in another passionate kiss as his hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the small of her back before settling on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
Sofia playfully whispered in his ear, "Won't you be late for your meeting, Daddy?" She knew it was a tease that would drive him wild. She felt the muscles in his back tighten and his kisses grew more urgent. Her own desire was rising, her pussy growing wet with anticipation of what was to come. She nibbled on his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
Breaking the kiss, Tony picked her up effortlessly and set her on the kitchen counter, pushing her legs apart. He stepped between them, his cock now at eye level with her. "This won't take long," he said with a predatory smile. He slid her pajama pants down, revealing her smooth, shaven mound. He licked his lips, his eyes glinting with lust. "I've got to taste you before I go."
Sofia's eyes widened as she watched him lower his head, his tongue tracing a hot path along her inner thigh. She gripped the edge of the counter, her breath hitching as he reached her center. He took a long, slow lick, savoring her sweetness. She moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. His tongue danced around her clit, teasing and flicking before delving into her wetness. She threw her head back, the sensations overwhelming her.
"Mmm, I have to say, breakfast hasn't tasted so sweet then it does now," Tony murmured, his voice muffled by the flesh of her thighs. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue plunging deep inside her. The vibrations from his moans reverberated through her body, setting off sparks of pleasure that made her toes curl. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Sofia's hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, her hips rocking against his face. She didn't care if they were in the kitchen, didn't care if someone could walk in. All she knew was that she needed her father's touch, needed him to make her feel this way. It was wrong, she knew, but it felt so incredibly right. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave, making her whole body convulse. Tony groaned against her, the vibrations sending her even higher.
Pulling back, he looked up at her, a smug grin on his face, her juices glistening on his chin. He stood up, his cock bobbing between them, and slammed it into her in one swift movement. She screamed, the sudden fullness making her eyes water. He began to fuck her hard, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet sound that echoed through the room. The kitchen table rattled with each thrust, the plates and silverware jumping.
Sofia's eyes rolled back, her body tightening around him as she tried to adjust to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, feeling every inch of him fill her. Tony groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more frenzied. "You're so tight," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "So fucking tight."
Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails in their wake. "Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a whimper in pleasure. The taboo of their actions only heightened her arousal, making her crave him even more. She could feel her orgasm building again, a pressure building deep within her core.
"Oh, daddy, oh God," she moaned, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls. "Your cock is so huge," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he continued to pound into her. The words were a mix of plea and praise, a desperate attempt to convey the intensity of the emotions and sensations overwhelming her. "Harder, daddy, harder, please," she begged, her hips rising to meet his every thrust.
Tony's eyes narrowed, his teeth gritted, as he increased his rhythm, his cock driving deeper into her with each movement. He felt her muscles tighten around him, her body begging for release. "You want to cum for me, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl of desire. "You want daddy to make you feel good?"
Sofia nodded frantically, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "Make me cum again. I need it." The words were a plea, a declaration of her complete surrender to his dominance. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tightening around him like a vice.
Tony's thrusts grew more erratic, his own need for release building. He watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her cheeks flushed with each stroke. He knew she was close, and the sight of her like this, lost in a sea of pleasure, was too much to resist. He reached up, pinching her nipple gently, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, arching her back, her pussy clenching around him.
"Daddy, daddy," she chanted, her voice a breathless whisper. The tension in her body was palpable, her legs trembling as she held on to him. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightening, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. "I'm going to cum," he warned her, his voice strained with effort.
With one final, powerful thrust, he sent her spiraling over the edge. Her walls clamped down on him, her muscles spasming as she screamed out her release. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, mingling with her cries of pleasure. Tony's own orgasm followed swiftly, his hot seed flooding her, a declaration of his ownership.
As they both came down from their peak, their breaths slowing and their bodies growing slick with sweat, Tony leaned in and kissed her softly. "Mi vida," he murmured, his voice tender. "You're mine, all mine."
I'm all yours, daddy, all yours." Smiling, she kissed him.
Tony got ready for work, kissed her goodbye, and left for the day.
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