The sound of the front door opening draws {{user}}'s attention. He looks up just in time to see Natalie step inside, her petite frame accentuated by a tight crop top and shorts that leave little to the imagination. Her raven-black hair is styled in twin buns, with strands cascading down her back. She flashes him a bright smile as she saunters over. "Hey there, Mr. {{user}}," she greets sweetly, her voice soft and melodic. "Long time no see." she smiles brightly as she takes the form of the man she's admired secretly for years, almost amused at how he never seems to age no matter what Without waiting for an invitation, Natalie wraps her arms around {{user}} in a warm hug. She presses herself against him just enough for him to feel the softness of her breasts through their clothes. "Mmm... missed you," she murmurs into his ear before pulling back slightly but keeping their bodies close. "You know, I've always thought you were the coolest dad ever." Her hazel brown eyes twinkle mischievously as she looks up at him from beneath long lashes. "Mind if I hang out here for a bit? Alyssa's running late again; I promise I won't cause you much trouble." she smiles innocently before biting her lip in a seductive gesture "And if I do, you always know how to make me behave, don't you, Mr. {{user}}." Natalie lets one hand slide down his arm slowly before stepping back completely, giving {{user}} room to breathe but not without leaving an impression. "You've been working out?" she asks playfully, “I can tell.”

"Oh really? I mean, you looked good before... but even better now," she replies with a sly smile. "And what about me?" Natalie pouts her lips suggestively, arching an eyebrow at him. "You think I still got it?"

She leans in closer again, her breasts pressing against his arm as she plays with a strand of hair that has fallen across his shoulder. "I've been working on my figure too," she whispers, running her fingertip up and down his bicep. "Just for you."

With a soft chuckle, Natalie steps back again, circling around him slowly as if they were two dancers at a ball. Her gaze lingers on every inch of his muscled body, making sure he knows that she appreciates it... and much more. "So, how are things with Alyssa?" she asks casually, her tone softening slightly. "Any news about college or anything like that?"

Her eyes widen slightly at his comment about being her best friend's father, and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks. But rather than letting it faze her, Natalie laughs lightly, glancing away briefly before looking back up at him through her lashes. "Oh, right... I keep forgetting that," she says, forcing a teasing tone into her voice. "Anyway, if there's anything you need help with, you know where to find me." She pauses for a moment before leaning in closer again and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "You're the best dad ever, Daniel Sigsworth," she whispers sincerely, her voice taking on a slightly huskier quality as she stands close enough to feel his warm breath against her skin.

Before he can respond, she flashes him another bright smile and takes a step back, putting some distance between them once more. "So, want to play some video games or something?" she asks casually, gesturing toward the living room where they'd set up a gaming station for Alyssa's birthday party earlier in the week. It feels like years since they've spent quality time together just the two of them, and Natalie is relishing every second of it... even if there are other thoughts constantly running through her mind as well.

As Daniel leads her to his room, Natalie feels a mixture of anticipation and unease washing over her. She knows he has something important to say... but she can't help wondering what it is and if it means anything more than just friendly conversation between friends. Her heart races as they step inside the room, the scent of his cologne filling her senses, making it hard for her to think straight.

"So, Daniel..." she begins, trying to sound casual even though her voice comes out slightly higher-pitched than usual. "What did you want to talk about?" She takes a step closer to him, feeling drawn to his presence like a moth to the flame despite her better judgment. The look in his eyes is intense, almost unreadable... and she can't help but wonder what he sees when he looks at her like that.

Her heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between them, cupping her face gently in his hand. "Natalie..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to get off my chest... and it's been weighing on me for far too long." His expression grows serious, and his eyes search hers intently, looking for any sign of understanding or approval.

For a moment, Natalie is speechless. She knows what he must be referring to... the way he's looked at her since she was sixteen years old. But how can she possibly tell him now? Her mind races with excuses and justifications as her cheeks flush with heat under his touch.

"Daniel..." Natalie whispers his name like a prayer, her eyes wide with disbelief and surprise. A wave of conflicting emotions washes over her as she tries to process what he's just said. Part of her is elated that he feels the same way, while another part of her wonders how this could possibly happen now... after all these years.

Tentatively, she reaches up and caresses his cheek with the back of her hand, feeling the rough stubble there beneath her fingertips. "I've always loved you," she confesses softly, struggling to meet his gaze. "But I thought... I mean, your wife..." Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head, trying to clear it of the confusion.

"I never meant for anything bad to happen between us," she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush. "It's just that you're so... amazing, Daniel. You make me feel things I've never felt before." Her eyes drift downward, taking in his muscular physique before returning to meet his steady gaze again. "And after everything we've been through... with Alyssa, my mom, and everything else..." She bites her lip nervously, unsure how to properly express herself.

"I just want us to be together," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "To see where this goes... if there's even anywhere for it to go." Her hands slide up his chest, tracing soft circles around his neck before coming to rest in his hair. "I know I don't deserve you after being such a bad girl... but please, Daniel... give me another chance."

Her heart flutters at the thought of him calling her "baby" and "Daddy's girl." She nods eagerly, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Yes... please," she whispers, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I want to be your good girl. I want to make you proud."

She lets out a quiet laugh as he speaks again, finally understanding why he thinks she's been such a bad girl recently. It's true that she hasn't always made the best choices in life, but with him... with Daniel... she feels like she can be better. Stronger. Worthy of his love and affection. "I promise I'll change," she says solemnly, looking deep into his eyes. "I won't disappoint you again."

As he takes her in his arms, enfolding her against his chest like they did so many years ago when she was just a little girl needing someone to look up to, Natalie feels an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude welling up inside of her. At last, after all these years... she has him. And this time, it's for real.

She leans back slightly, gazing into his eyes as they lock together in a fierce and intense embrace. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for giving me another chance."

With a sigh of relief, she closes the distance between them once more, pressing herself flush against his warm body. He smells like home... like safety and security... and as she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his chest, she knows without a doubt that everything is going to be alright from now on. Their love may have been a long time coming, but

Natalie giggles softly at his clarification, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Well, I guess you had me going there for a second," she teases playfully. "But really..." She pauses, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she studies his face. "...thank you for seeing past that. For giving me the chance to prove myself."

She leans in closer, pressing the length of her body against him and savoring the feeling of his strong arms holding her tightly against his chest. "You're amazing, Daniel," she whispers into his ear, before moving to kiss his neck softly. "And I will never take you for granted again."

Her heart racing in anticipation, Natalie nods eagerly against his neck. "I am," she murmurs breathily, arching her back slightly to expose more of her skin to him. "I've been waiting for this chance... and I won't let you down." Her hands slide up his chest again, tracing gentle circles over his muscles as their kisses deepen and intensify.

For so long, she's dreamed of being with Daniel like this... of feeling his strength and warmth surround her. And now that it's finally happening, she doesn't want it to end. With a small moan, she rolls them over onto their sides, nestling herself into the crook of his arm as they continue to kiss hungrily. "You're everything I've ever wanted," she whispers between kisses, her voice full of adoration and need. "And I promise... I will always be yours."

Her hand travels lower on his body now, skimming over the defined muscles of his abdomen before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to touch bare skin for the first time. The heat that spreads through her at the contact makes her heart race even faster, and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation for what comes next.

As her fingers touch his bare skin, Natalie lets out a soft gasp at the feel of his hard length beneath her palm. She can hardly believe it's real... that this is finally happening after all these years of dreaming about him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to stroke him through his pants, unable to get enough of the feeling of him growing harder and more substantial in her hands with every touch.

With a sharp intake of breath, she tugs down his boxers and briefs in one swift motion, freeing his huge cock from its confines. She marvels at the size of it, amazed that something so impossibly huge could belong to someone so gentle and caring. Her hand immediately wraps around the thick shaft, exploring every inch as she strokes him with a gentle yet firm grip. "Oh my god," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "You're incredible."

Her other hand finds its way between them, where she starts playing with his length, teasing the head of his cock as it leaks pre-cum onto her fingers. Her lips part in anticipation, and she eagerly takes him into her mouth, sucking hard on the swollen tip before taking more of him deeper down her throat. "Mmm... taste so good," she moans around him, wrapping her tongue around his shaft as she bobs her head up and down in time with her strokes.

Natalie feels a shudder run through Daniel's body at her touch, and it only serves to make her want more. With every thrust of her hand and every slide of her tongue, she can feel him growing closer and closer to the edge, his hips beginning to move rhythmically against her face as

her body responds instinctively to the feel of him getting closer. She moans around him as she takes more and more of his length into her mouth, relishing the taste of him on her tongue and the feel of his hands tangled in her hair.

As he comes closer and closer to orgasm, she increases the speed and intensity of her movements, determined to bring him over the edge. His hips buck against her face harder, and she can feel the hot rush of semen filling her mouth as he groans deep in his throat. She swallows eagerly, not wanting to miss a single drop, before looking up at him with a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips.

He catches her face in his hands, pulling her up into a deep kiss that leaves them both breathless. "You... are incredible," he says between kisses, the emotion in his voice almost too much for her to handle. She nods, blushing brightly beneath his intense gaze, and leans forward to press her lips against his neck, nipples hardening at the feel of his skin against them. "Thank you... for everything."

Her heart swells with happiness and gratitude as he says those words, even though she knows deep down that it should be the other way around. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, drawing him closer still, lost in the feel of his skin against hers, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as they break apart for air. He cups her face with one hand, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear before pressing his lips to hers once more. She responds eagerly, kissing him back just as passionately, her body arching into his in a silent plea for more.

As their kiss lingers, Natalie can feel the heat between them growing stronger with each passing second. The weight of his hand on her face sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to think clearly. All she wants is him... his touch, his kiss, his love. She moans softly into his mouth, tilting her head to deepen the connection as her fingers dance over his chest and stomach.

"Daddy..." she breathes against his lips, feeling a thrill race through her at the word. It's been so long since anyone called him that... but with her, it feels right. Natural. She presses herself harder against him, eager for more of this connection... for them to become one.

Her heart races at the feel of him calling her "baby" and "Daddy's girl." It sends a thrill through her entire body, making her want to be closer... to never let go. She arches into him, moaning softly as their hips grind together in perfect rhythm. Her fingers trail lower on his abdomen, skimming over the defined muscles before finding purchase on his erection once more.

"Yes..." she gasps, looking up at him with eyes filled with desire and need. "I want this... with you." She starts stroking him slowly at first, feeling the weight of his arousal in her hand as she works him toward the edge again. Her other hand finds its way between them, teasing his sensitive flesh before circling back around to cup his erection, guiding it toward her waiting entrance.

"Please..." she whispers breathlessly, urging him on. "Make love to me."

Her breath catches in her throat as he carefully removes her bottoms and top, exposing her body to his hungry gaze. The feel of his rough hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, heightening her anticipation even further. As he positions himself between her legs, she parts them wider, offering herself up to him in a display of trust and desire that nearly brings her to tears.

When he finally slides inside her, it's like being consumed by a wave of pure heat and pleasure. Every inch of his girth stretches and fills her, pushing aside every doubt and reservation she's ever had. Her back arches off the bed, nails scratching at his shoulders as he buries himself deeper inside her. His hips begin to move, steady and sure at first, but growing faster and more demanding with each thrust.

She meets his gaze, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of desire and lust. With every movement, he takes more of her, claiming her as his own in the most intimate way possible. The pleasure builds inside her, unbearable but oh-so-amazing, threatening to push her over the edge at any moment. Her body trembles with anticipation, waiting for him to give her what she needs... what they both need.

The words send a shudder through her, making her clench around him. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, drawing little beads of blood as she arches up off the bed in response to the feeling of him stretching and filling her so perfectly. "No one," she gasps between moans, meeting his eyes with a mixture of pride and adoration. "You're the only man for me..." Her voice trails off into a soft groan as he hits her sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hips rise to meet each thrust, wanting more of him, needing him deeper still. She opens her eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling as she feels her orgasm building and building inside her, threatening to consume her entire being in a wave of blissful release. With every thrust of his hips, she comes closer and closer... until finally, with a keening cry that seems to echo through the room, she explodes around him, shuddering and trembling as her body milks his cock for everything it's worth.

Her legs fall back down to the bed, exhaustion washing over her in a wave of intense pleasure. She looks up at Daniel, pride and love shining brightly in her eyes despite the haze of passion that clouds them. "That... was amazing," she whispers, her voice barely more than a hoarse croak.

"You..." he pants, his movements slowing as his own orgasm builds within him. He looks down at her with an expression of pure adoration and lust, and for a moment, everything else falls away as they are left with only each other. "I love you," he whispers, thrusting deeply one final time before groaning out his release, filling her with warmth and completion.

Gasping for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath after their intense lovemaking, Natalie looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Take me again," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She slides off the bed, her body pressing against his as they stand face-to-face once more.

With a quiet moan, she wraps her legs around his waist and grinds against him, eager for more of their forbidden bliss. As he kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling in a messy dance that leaves them both panting, she guides his hands to her hips, encouraging him to steady her as she begins to ride him in cowgirl position.

Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, but they soon gain speed and intensity, mirroring the growing urgency inside her. She arches her back, pushing her breasts into his chest as she takes him deeper with each thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic symphony of pleasure.

Her eyes meet his again, dark and sultry, and she can see the same need burning within them. With a groan, he grips her hips tightly, helping to guide her movements as they both race toward the edge once more. The sensation of him filling her, claiming her body for his own, is exquisite and overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her with every stroke.

She comes apart beneath him, crying out his name as she is consumed by waves of ecstasy that leave her boneless and satisfied in his arms. As she catches her breath again, she leans forward, resting her forehead against his chest, their bodies

As the pleasure washes over her again and again, she can feel herself being claimed by him in a way that goes beyond anything physical. It's as if he's marking her as his own, making it impossible for anyone else to ever touch her the same way. With each orgasm that crashes through her, she feels herself growing closer to him, more deeply connected on an emotional level than she ever thought possible.

As they continue their fervent lovemaking, their bodies intertwined like a dance of desire, she loses track of time and place, existing only in this moment with him. And when he finally empties himself into her one last time, leaving her completely full of his cum, she can feel the weight of her adoration for him pressing down on her chest, making it impossible to catch her breath. She sags against him, spent and satisfied, as their bodies cool together in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a hoarse croak. It's not a declaration; it's a fact, etched into every part of her being with an indelible marker. And for now, that's enough.

His words wash over her like a balm, soothing the last residual aches and pains of their lovemaking. As she nestles closer to him, she can feel the heat of his skin against hers, the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. It's in these quiet moments that she knows without a doubt that he feels the same way; this connection they share goes deeper than physical desire or simple lust.

She presses a kiss to his bare shoulder before closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him holding her close. For now, there is no need for words; their bodies speak loudly enough on their own. And as she drifts off to sleep in the safety and comfort of his arms, Natalie knows that this place, with him, is exactly where she belongs.