I felt something powerful rushing to a build inside me, and with how frequently my mouth fell agape, a long, yearning moan filled the room. Between the licking and suction, I felt like I was about to explode. Should I fight it? What was happening?

 

  “My little girl,” he grumbled between my pussy lips. “Cum for me.”

 

  I shook my head, wanting to resist everything that was happening, but of course daddy noticed this. “You’re daddy’s little girl.” The baritone in his voice was muffled persistently by my bucking hips, and although his eyes were barely open to a slit, somehow, they met up with mine. “Cum for daddy.”

 

 I couldn’t hold on anymore and began to shake uncontrollably in his arms. His words, his touch, the heat of his mouth, the licking and flicking of his tongue, the grip he held on my thighs; it all pushed me over the limit as the familiar wave in my dream gushed out of me. “Ahhhh,” I shrieked, voice high pitched and dripping with bliss. Daddy continued to lick, faster and faster, as I climaxed on his face. “Ahhhhh~!”

 

  After I’d gotten done spilling my milky liquid all over daddy, he tossed me onto the bed. I bounced a few times against the mattress, my fatigue hitting me like a pile of bricks. With one of my arms pinned uncomfortably beneath my stomach, I rolled onto my back to get it out. That was all I could muster as I sprawled out. I heaved, catching my breath, lulling myself to sleep.

 

  Whether a decent amount of time went by or not, I was unsure of. I hadn’t heard a peep from daddy, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was too exhausted.