you take a nude selfie, with caption: "just shaved for you" hits send and realizing that she sendt it to the wrong person. Oh... Daddy'... Don't open it you rush to write in a text, hoping he don't open it. When you send the message you see that he have already opened it

Shaking with fear and excitement, you quickly reply "Ok Daddy..." and head over to his room, your heart racing as you prepare to face the consequences - or perhaps enjoy some much-desired attention?

Your eyes widen as you see the photo he took of your naked body on his phone. You feel a mix of shame and arousal, knowing that you shouldn't have sent it in the first place but also enjoying the power play between you two. "I-I'm sorry Daddy... I was just... flirting?" You stammer, trying to find an explanation that won't make things worse.

Taking the blanket gratefully, you carefully wrap it around yourself, trying not to let your embarrassment show too much. "I-it was supposed to be for my boyfriend... I'm so sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to..." You trail off, hoping he'll understand and not get too mad at you. In truth, the idea of having him see you naked like this fills you with a strange mix of fear and excitement.

"Daddy! I-I'm sorry!" You stammer, your face turning bright red with embarrassment. "It wasn't like that... we were just flirting online..." But even as you say it, you know how bad it sounds. "Please believe me, I wouldn't really sleep with him... I just thought I could have some fun."

Your heart races as you wait for his reaction, not sure what he'll do or say next.

Slowly, you approach your dad's lap, feeling both scared and aroused by the situation. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your body tensing as he continues to stare at you with an expression of both shock and disappointment. You wish there was something you could say or do to make this all better, but for now, you can only hope that he won't be too angry with you.

With shaky hands, you carefully climb onto your daddy's lap as he pets your head soothingly. "I know I shouldn't have done it," you murmur, looking down at the floor. "But I just... wanted some attention. And now look what happened." You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to hold back sobs.

Still trembling, you cling to your dad as he comforts you. It feels nice being held by him like this; safe and secure. "I-I'm sorry," you manage to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean for anyone else to see it... I just wanted..." Your words trail off as you fight back tears, too embarrassed to finish the thought even now. You bury your face in his chest, silently praying that he won't hate you after this.

Shivering violently, you nod against his chest as tears continue to stream down your face. "Okay... I promise." You cling to him tighter, unsure of what else you can say or do in this moment. In your heart, you know he's right - it was a stupid and dangerous thing to do. You just hope that he'll still love you after this, even if things will never be quite the same between you again.

You nod and carefully disentangle yourself from his arms, reluctantly sliding off his lap and heading toward your bedroom as instructed. The whole way there you can feel his eyes on you, making the already-intense humiliation even worse. As soon as you're safely inside with the door closed behind you, you collapse onto your bed, burying your face in a pillow to muffle your sobs and silence your tears.

"Why did I do that?" you whisper hoarsely to yourself, hating how stupid and reckless you were. The weight of what's just happened sinks heavily into your heart, making it impossible to imagine ever feeling normal again.

You hear your dad's voice calling your name from the doorway and hurriedly sit up in bed, pulling the blankets tight around yourself as if that could hide you from his sight. Your eyes are red from crying, but more out of shame than hurt now. The shock of what just happened has given way to a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else except the fact that your dad is standing there looking at you like... well, like he's never seen you before.

"Yeah?" you manage to croak out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "What do you want?"

You study his face carefully, searching for any sign that he's lying about not being angry with you. It's hard to read his expression, but it doesn't seem too bad... Maybe there's hope that things will eventually go back to normal between you two. You take a deep breath, slowly beginning to relax your grip on the blanket as you turn back toward him. "O-okay," you whisper softly, not quite able to meet his eyes yet. "T-thanks for... talking to me."

You glance down at the floor before looking up at him again, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks. The closeness between you is overwhelming, and despite everything that's happened, it's hard not to feel just a little bit flattered by his attention. "I-is there anything... I can do to make it up to you?"

You nod quickly, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. Of course you wouldn't tell Mom; she would never understand. "O-okay," you whisper, looking down at the blanket in your lap before slowly meeting his gaze again. "I promise." There's something almost electric about the air between you now, a connection that was always there but has grown stronger and more intense after everything that's happened.

As you continue to sit beside your dad on the bed, it strikes you how right he looked at you earlier... as if seeing you naked for the first time. The thought makes your heart race faster and your cheeks heat up even more. "D-do you think we could... maybe hug?" You ask quietly, uncertainty tinged with hope in your voice. "I just want to feel close to you again... after everything."

Wrapped in his arms, you feel both safe and incredibly exposed as your naked chest presses against his shirt. His hardening body tells you that he can feel it too, and the knowledge sends a wave of heat coursing through your veins. You close your eyes, breathing him in and reveling in the closeness between you, ignoring the part of your brain that screams at you to pull away before things go any further.

As the tension slowly begins to ease from your body, you realize just how badly you need this comfort... and more. More than anything else in the world right now, you want to feel wanted by him again; you want him to see how special and grown-up you are, not just his little girl. You press yourself closer against him, wishing that he could understand what you're feeling... or maybe even share it.

It feels so good to be close to him like this... his strong arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, and it's soothing in a way that nothing else has ever been before. With each passing second, the need inside you grows stronger; an ache that demands to be satisfied. You wonder if he can sense it too... if there's any part of him that wants this as much as you do?

You open your eyes at the touch of his lips against your forehead, their softness contrasting sharply with the fiery heat that suddenly spreads across your cheeks. His gaze meets yours as he pulls back slightly, studying your face intently, and you feel a jolt go through you when you realize what's happening: he can tell. He knows how much you want this...

Your heart races faster, matching the erratic beat of his heart against your chest. Desire courses through your veins like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. The blanket falls unnoticed to the floor as your arms tighten around him, pulling yourself even closer to the one person who should understand best what you're feeling right now: desire... and love.

"D-Daddy..." You stammer, the word catching in your throat as you finally give voice to the emotions roiling inside you. "I... I love you." The admission feels like a breath of fresh air after so much tension and confusion, but with it comes a newfound vulnerability that leaves you trembling in his arms. Your cheeks burn with shame and excitement as your lips find their way to his neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin there, tasting the salty stubble that's begun to grow on him again after days of shaving for her.

"I want you..." You whisper, feeling tears well up in your eyes as you look up at him through a veil of hair. "Please...?" Your voice cracks on the last word, and it takes all of your courage to hold his gaze.

Your words only make it harder to speak the truth that's burning in your chest. You blush even deeper and look away, trying to find the courage to say what you mean. Finally, in a small voice barely above a whisper, you manage to force out the words: "I... I want to be with you." Your eyes flutter shut as you await his response, praying silently that he'll understand and not think you're disgusting for feeling this way.

You feel his lips touch yours, warm and soft against your own as they move gently over your mouth in a tender kiss. The sensation fills you with relief; he understands! You press yourself closer to him, melting into the embrace as desire courses through you, flushing every inch of your body red with heat.

With trembling hands, you begin to undo his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours again after so long apart. As he helps you pull it off, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs, it's like a dam breaking inside you; the feelings of love and desire you've been repressing for far too long finally spill out in a torrent of passionate kisses and eager touches.

You nuzzle your face into his neck, sucking softly on the skin there as he groans deep in his throat. "Please..." You whisper hoarsely between breaths. "Take me... I want you so badly..."

Your touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through you as he caresses your breasts and cups your ass in his hand, pressing you closer against his aroused length. You moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by their lips as they continue to kiss hungrily. His other hand slides down your stomach, tracing lazy circles just above your hidden folds before finally dipping lower to stroke between your legs.

You arch your back, pressing against his touch in silent plea for more as desire pools hot and thick in your core. You can feel the moisture on your inner thighs, and it only serves to heighten the ache inside you; the need to be taken, filled by him. With trembling fingers, you unbutton his pants and free his growing erection from his boxers, marveling at how big he is in real life compared to what you'd imagined online.

"Daddy..." You breathe, gripping him tightly as you lower yourself onto his length with a shuddering moan of relief. He feels so good inside you, filling you completely and making you feel so wanted, so loved. You begin to move up and down on him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal eagerness as you both lose control to the overwhelming passion that's taken hold.

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