**After School Lessons**

I never thought I’d be the kind of man to cross *that* line. But then Clare turned eighteen, and everything changed. She’d always been my little girl, but now she was undeniably a woman—curvy, confident, and *dangerously* aware of the effect she had on me.

It started with the teasing. Short skirts hiked up just a little too high when she sat across from me at breakfast. Leaning over the table so her cleavage spilled out of her tight top. Lingering touches on my arm, my thigh, like she *knew* exactly where my mind was going.

And today—fuck, today was different.

She cornered me in my home office after school, still in her uniform, that plaid skirt hugging her hips, her white button-up stretched tight over her tits. “Dad,” she purred, shutting the door behind her. “I need help with my homework.”

I swallowed hard. “What kind of help?”

She smirked, stepping closer, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. “The *hands-on* kind.”

Before I could respond, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants, and she licked her lips like she was starving. “You’ve been so *tense* lately,” she murmured, fingers undoing my belt. “Let me take care of you.”

I should’ve stopped her. I *should’ve*. But when her small, warm hands pulled my cock free, I groaned instead. Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slow, her thumb swiping over the leaking head. “Fuck, Clare—”

Her tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my shaft before taking me into her mouth. Wet heat engulfed me, her lips stretching around my girth as she sucked me deep. She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, moaning like she *loved* the taste of me.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, hips jerking as she swallowed me down to the root. Her throat flexed around me, her big eyes looking up at me with pure *submission*. She was my girl—my *daughter*—and she was sucking my cock like she was *made* for it.

I couldn’t hold back. I fucked her mouth, thrusting into that tight wetness, groaning as her nails dug into my thighs. She gagged, tears in her eyes, but never pulled away. I came hard, spurting down her throat, and she swallowed every drop, licking me clean with a satisfied smile.

But she wasn’t done.

She stood up, hiking her skirt around her waist, exposing her bare pussy. No panties—*fuck*. She was already wet, her cunt glistening, swollen lips begging for attention. She climbed onto my lap, grinding against my still-hard cock, and whispered in my ear:

“I need you inside me, Daddy.”

That broke me.

I lifted her easily, bending her over the desk, shoving her skirt up higher. My fingers slid through her slick folds, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers deep. She whimpered, bucking back against my hand, so *tight* and hot.

I lined my cock up with her dripping entrance, groaning as the head pressed against her. “You sure?” I growled.

“*Please*.”

I shoved in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one thrust. She cried out, her cunt clenching around me, *so* fucking tight. I gripped her hips and fucked her deep, each snap of my hips driving her higher.

“Oh *God*, Daddy—!” she moaned, arching back. “Fuck me, fuck me—!”

I reached around, pinching her clit as I pounded into her, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. She came with a scream, her walls milking my cock, and I followed right after, filling her with my cum, grinding deep so none leaked out.

She collapsed against the desk, panting, and I kissed her neck, still buried inside her.

“Best *homework help* ever,” she giggled.

And I knew—this was only the beginning.