My parents are getting divorced

My parents split up when I was sixteen. Dad moved out right after the fights got too loud to ignore. Mom stayed in our house with me, and he took a small apartment across town. Every other weekend I packed a bag and stayed with him. I kept hoping they would work things out and he would come back home, but the divorce papers were already filed and neither of them talked about stopping it.

This gave me so much stress and I always dreamt about it. One night while at dad's place, I woke up with my heart pounding and tears already sliding down my cheeks. The dream had felt so real—Mom and Dad each holding one of my hands in a busy place, then letting go at the same time. I reached for them, called their names, searched through the crowd, but they were gone. My chest tightened until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started crying hard, loud enough that Dad must have heard me from the living room.

The door opened and he came in quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice low and worried.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and told him everything—the dream, how they both disappeared, how I couldn’t find them no matter how hard I looked. He listened without interrupting, then pulled me into his arms.

“Baby, Daddy’s never leaving you,” he said, stroking my hair. “The only thing that could ever take me away is death. Nothing else. Not ever.”

The words hit me so hard I started crying again, but this time it felt different—lighter. I threw my arms around his neck and held on tight. “Can you please stay?” I whispered. “I’m scared to be alone.”

He didn’t hesitate. “Okay,” he said softly. He lifted the blanket, slid in beside me, and wrapped one arm around my shoulders. I closed my eyes, pressed my face against his chest, and listened to his steady breathing. Before long the fear faded and I drifted back to sleep, safe in his arms.

I woke up again sometime in the middle of the night. The room was dark and quiet except for the soft sound of Dad breathing beside me. I was still pressed against his chest, one of his arms draped over my waist. My body felt warm under the blanket, and I realized my leg had slid between his. His thigh pressed right against my pussy through my thin sleep shorts.

I stayed still at first, pretending to sleep, but the feeling was too much. My nipples had tightened against my tank top, and a slow throb started between my legs. I regretted having made him sleep in my room. I shifted a little, rubbing myself against his thigh without meaning to. A tiny sound slipped out of me. It felt so good.

Dad stirred. His hand moved on my back, fingers tracing slow circles. “You okay, baby?” he whispered.

I nodded against his chest, but my hips moved again, pressing harder. His thigh flexed and the pressure sent a spark straight through me. I felt his cock twitch against my stomach, growing thicker under his boxers.

“Baby don't…” he said, voice low and rough. His hand slid down to my hip, holding me still for a second, then he let go. I didn’t stop. I rocked gently, grinding my pussy against his leg. My shorts were getting damp. I could feel how wet I was getting.

He groaned softly and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I ended up half on top of him. My leg stayed between his. His cock was hard now, pressing up against my belly. I lifted my head and looked at him in the dark. His eyes were open, watching me.

I leaned down and kissed him. Maybe this would make him want to come back home. I kissed him not on the cheek like usual—on the mouth. Soft at first, then I parted my lips. He kissed me back, slow and careful, but his tongue touched mine and everything changed. His hand moved under my tank top, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled the blanket down and sat up enough to tug my tank top off. My tits spilled free. He stared for a second, then leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it while his hand squeezed the other breast. I arched into him, grinding harder against his thigh.

"Baby are you sure?” he asked tugging at my shorts. I grunted in response as I lifted my hips and he peeled them down along with my panties. Cool air hit my wet pussy. He ran two fingers along my slit, spreading the slickness. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

I reached down and pushed his boxers off. His cock sprang free, thick and hot against my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly. He was bigger than I expected. The head was already leaking. I rubbed my thumb over the slit and he hissed.

He rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs. His cock rested against my pussy, sliding up and down my folds without pushing in yet. Every time the head brushed my clit I gasped. He leaned down and kissed me again, deeper this time.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered against my lips. “Together forever.”

I shook my head. “Yes daddy. Please.”

He lined up and pushed the head in. It stretched me, a sharp burn that made me whimper. He paused, letting me adjust, then pushed deeper. Inch by inch he filled me until his hips met mine. I felt so full it almost hurt, but the ache turned into something hotter.

He started moving. Slow, careful thrusts at first. Each time he pulled out and slid back in I got wetter. My pussy clenched around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He picked up the pace, fucking me with steady strokes. The bed creaked softly under us.

His hand slid between us and found my clit. He rubbed it in tight circles while he thrust. My breath came faster. I dug my nails into his back. “Daddy,” I moaned, the word slipping out without thought.

He groaned and fucked me harder. The head of his cock hit something deep inside that made my toes curl. My orgasm built fast. I came with a broken cry, pussy pulsing around his cock, thighs shaking. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was gasping.

When I started to come down he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He lifted my hips and pushed back inside from behind. This angle felt even deeper. He gripped my waist and fucked me with long, hard strokes. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust.

I reached down and rubbed my clit again. Another orgasm built quickly. I came harder this time, face pressed into the pillow to muffle my moans. My pussy squeezed him rhythmically.

He pulled out again and turned me onto my back. He straddled my chest and fed his cock into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, tasting myself on him. He held my head gently and thrust shallowly between my lips. I took as much as I could, tongue swirling around the head.

After a minute he pulled back and moved down again. He pushed inside my pussy one more time and fucked me with short, urgent strokes. His breathing turned ragged. “Gonna cum, baby,” he warned.

I wrapped my legs around him again. “Yes daddy,” I whispered.

He buried himself deep and came with a low groan. I felt every pulse as he filled me. Hot cum flooded my pussy. He stayed inside me until he softened, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked out and ran down my ass.

He lay beside me and pulled me against his chest again. I felt his cum still dripping from me. My body was sore and satisfied. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat, and drifted back to sleep with his arm around me. At least I had given him something that would probably make him come back home.