A Father's Forbidden Love, Chapter 2 free porn video

Adam woke up to find himself in his recliner alone. The family room was almost entirely dark except for the glow of an end table lamp. When he looked down, he noticed a colorful knit blanket over his legs.

Where is she? He wondered.

There was no sign of his daughter Victoria in the family room, and he thought that maybe she had gone to bed. He took a look at the time and saw that it was almost midnight.

Shit! I was out that long?

He sat up quickly, removed the blanket, and stood to stretch his legs. Realizing that he needed to use the bathroom, he went to do his business and washed his hands. On his way back, he heard footsteps. When he arrived, Victoria was there, setting up items on a small folding table next to the recliner.

“Hi, Daddy. It’s too late to cook or order anything. So, I made a little snack before bed. I hope this is okay.”

On the table, she had placed a small plate of fruit, crackers, and cubes of cheese. Adam also noticed two bottles of peach iced tea and a few napkins.

“Oh, this is perfect, sweetie,” he said.

Victoria motioned to him.  “Come sit, Daddy. Let’s have a bite to eat.”

Adam obeyed and returned to his favorite chair. Victoria picked up the small plate and carefully climbed into his lap. He helped her to balance until she got settled on him sideways in the usual position.

“Here, eat,” she said.

She shoved a strawberry at his lips, and he opened his mouth just in time. She popped one into her mouth next and chewed. Piece by piece, Victoria shared the food with him until it was gone. She opened one bottle of tea and shared that as well. They didn’t speak much, but it didn’t feel awkward either. Adam was surprised at the normalcy of everything, considering what had happened between them throughout the day.

When the last of the tea was gone, Victoria hopped off his lap and took all the items with her to the kitchen. She returned shortly and reached out her hand.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, Daddy.”

Adam clasped her hand and followed. They climbed the stairs, and he assumed they would make a trip to her room, say goodnight, then he’d go to bed. That was not what happened. Victoria headed passed her bedroom and pulled him toward his room. When they entered, she released his hand and went to turn on his nightstand lamp.

“I’m sleeping in here with you tonight,” she announced, then proceeded to roll down the linens on his bed.

He watched as she eased herself under the bedding to the pillow furthest from where he stood.

“Well don’t just stand there, silly. Get undressed and come to bed."

Adam’s face went blank. “Vic, sweetie, I don’t know.”

She rolled her eyes at his hesitation. “Oh, come on. Don’t get all weird. I know it has been a long time, but we’ve slept in the same bed before, and after what happened downstairs, there is no reason we shouldn’t.”

Her father understood her position, but at the same time, he hadn’t even had time to think about what happened downstairs. The entire day had been a lot to take in, and he was concerned that she had not stopped to consider the gravity of the line they had crossed.

“Baby—”

Victoria interrupted, “Daddy, come to bed. It’s fine.”

She patted the space on the mattress next to her, and he sighed. Adam started to undress slowly. He didn’t look at her, but she watched him as he undid his belt and opened his black slacks to pull his light blue dress shirt free. Once unbuttoned and removed, Adam placed it on a nearby chair, then kicked off his black loafers. Finally, he removed his trousers and socks to put them on the chair as well.

His physique looked good as he stood only in his black boxer briefs. Adam wasn’t a fitness junkie, but he did keep himself in shape with five-mile runs a few days a week plus light weight-training. His body appeared smooth, and he wasn’t particular hairy to the naked eye. Victoria always liked the way he looked as her Daddy was undoubtedly ruggedly handsome.

He was fair-skinned with sandy brown hair that he wore in an undercut style, which was very short at the sides and back, but much longer on top. His hunter-green eyes were deep-set in his angular face, and he almost always looked pensive unless he was laughing. Sometimes he wore a closely-cropped full beard or a neatly-trimmed goatee. Lately, he had been sporting a goatee, but Victoria had no preference. She thought he looked great either way.

He walked to the side of the bed and laid down beside her. Once on his back, he looked up at the ceiling, and Victoria stared at his profile. She slowly moved closer, raised his arm, and placed her head on his chest. Adam’s heart was working double time, but Victoria wasn’t willing to go back across the line that they had crossed. So, he’d just have to get used to it, she thought. Neither of them closed their eyes, and she broke the ice.

“Daddy, stop worrying, please. I’m okay. We’re okay. Okay?”

Adam gulped and took a deep breath.

“Vic, what happened downstairs… I didn’t plan it. I don’t even know if we should have—”

Victoria placed her hand flat on his sternum. “Stop. Just stop. It happened, and we can’t change it. Now, we need to deal with what really matters. Our true feelings for each other and expressing them in ways we both want. I don’t care about taboos, forbidden lines, and moral crap. I care about you, that’s it.”

Adam fell silent, then put his hand on her back and caressed gently. She was still wearing his Giants shirt, and he suddenly remembered just how wet her panties had been that night. He thought about how smooth her pussy was when he touched it and wondered if she wore any panties then. Surely, she removed the ones she had on earlier; his cock stirred at the mere thought.

“Let’s just get some sleep, Daddy. We can talk in a few hours.”

Victoria fell asleep rather instantly, but Adam's was aroused, and wide awake. He was lost for nearly an hour deep in thought about what they had done and the possible consequences. He couldn’t exactly say that he regretted it, but he still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the whole thing and that was plenty to make him go flaccid. Eventually, simply too exhausted to think, he turned off the light, and took his daughter's advice.

*

“Ouch, goddammit!” Adam cursed.

He was harshly roused from his sleep by a sharp pain in his knee. He frowned and opened his eyes a little to squint. The crack of dawn had arrived, and a bit of light shined through his bedroom window. He was on his side and opened his eyes wider to see more clearly. Nothing but black curls came into his view.

A realization came to him, seeing that he was spooned behind Victoria, and she was snoring softly. It occurred to him that she must have kicked him in her sleep. They were cuddled quite close, his hand rested on her hip, and her bottom was pressed against his lower abdomen. Adam lifted his head to see the clock on the nightstand next to her. It was just after 5 o’clock in the morning which made him groan aloud.

Victoria suddenly mumbled something incoherently, and he caressed her hip to soothe her. She began softly snoring once again, and he laid back down. He continued to rub his hand along her hip, down her thigh, and back up toward the curve of her ass. His hand stopped when it became evident to him that she didn’t have on panties. His dick twitched immediately, and he tensed.

What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you touch her without being a complete fucking pervert now? He asked himself in annoyance.

He sighed and slowly pulled away from her. Quietly, he got out of bed, then headed to his master bathroom. After using the toilet, he decided to take a shower. Once the water ran down his body, he started to feel some relief and was thankful that he had spent the extra money on his spacious, electronically controlled luxury shower. The hot water seemed to last forever in it, and he planned to take full advantage that morning.

Adam pumped out some bodywash and scrubbed himself all over, not missing an inch. Once his hair was all shampooed, with closed eyes, he stood under the steady spray and allowed the water to carry all the suds down the drain. His mind drifted back to Victoria in his bed with no panties on, and his cock started to pulse.

Dammit! He muttered.

Blood rushed and his head became clouded with images of her. He reached out and placed his left hand on the marble wall tile. His head spun as his cock became fully erect, and he put his other hand around his swollen shaft to quell the ache. Imagined thoughts of what his daughter’s naked body might look like spurred him on to stroke. He had seen her in very little clothing such as a bikini, but he had no idea what she looked like utterly devoid of clothing.

He visualized her petite, hourglass shape and high breasts that wouldn’t qualify as large, but there was certainly enough for the hands of a normal-sized man to palm. Her complexion was a natural light tan, which she had inherited from her mother’s mixed ancestry. Victoria had flawless, silky skin, and he’d love hours to just explore every inch of it with his hands, lips, and tongue if he could. Adam pumped and envisioned seeing her in the nude for the first time. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be exquisite.

This is just so fucking wrong on so many levels, but she drives me crazy, absolutely fucking crazy, he told himself.

He grunted and milked his hard-on as the fantasy continued. Her tits and what it would be like to tweak then suckle at her nipples to make them hard was in his head. He thought of what it would feel like to kiss, lick, and bite them just to hear her whimper. He stroked even faster and groaned deeply as he remembered how his fingers explored her.

"God, I bet she's so fucking tight inside," he speculated. 

Adam was so engrossed in his daydream that he didn’t even hear when the shower door opened. Victoria stepped inside and stood alongside him a few feet away. She observed him masturbating for a while, then padded closer to him. His hand was fisted around his dick, and he was working it in a fury with his eyes shut. Victoria reached out and placed her hand on top of his, Adam jumped, then snatched his hand away.

“Shit!” he yelped. 

He was startled by her presence and backed up but was stopped by the wall. His heart pounded in his chest because he was so shaken up not to mention embarrassed. 

"Uh, I didn't hear you come in, baby," he said as he looked down guiltily. 

His cock throbbed and extended out pointing directly towards her which made him feel like a complete pig. It surprised him when she reached out to grip it and he couldn't help the fact that it jerked in her wet palm. She clutched it but couldn't close her small hand all the way around it. Adam was above average in length and thickness which he had always been rather proud of to a degree but at that moment he felt ashamed. 

“Teach me,” she said.

Her father shook his head, and she repeated herself, “Teach me, Daddy.”

Her fingertips brushed over his sensitive cock crown, and it caused him to flinch.

“Victoria! Baby, don’t.”

She ignored him and reached out her other hand to one of his then placed it over hers.

“Look at me, please," she asked gently.

Adam honored her requested and stared into her dark eyes. 

"Daddy show me how to do what you were doing. Teach me."

He hesitated. "It's okay. I just want to please you," she told him. Adam was beyond temptation and capitulated. 

He gulped to push down his guilty conscience and closed his much larger hand around hers. He did not look down and moved their hands slowly as he guided her up and down his sex. Her touch felt so soft and he leaned his head back against the tile, it was simply impossible not to want her touch.

“Am I making you feel good, Daddy?” she asked in the sweetest way.

He loved her voice in general, but the way she called him, “Daddy,” with her hand around his dick, did his head in completely. He didn’t know why considering she’d called him that all her life, and it never really made him feel sexual in any regard before. But that had most definitely changed. Adam nodded at her question and shuddered. Victoria stepped in even closer and brought her free hand up to his chest. She rubbed over his wet skin there as she stroked him a little faster and he moved his hand at her pace as well.

“God, yes. It really does. It just feels so damn good, baby. Mmm," he murmured. 

Victoria inched the hand on his chest up higher to the side of his neck and brought his forehead down to meet hers. Their noses touched and lips brushed against each other.

“I love making you feel good. You can touch me too, Daddy. I can do this,” she whispered against his mouth.

She squeezed his dick to indicate what she meant, and he understood that she wanted to be left to stroke him on her own. He let go but wasn’t sure what he should do. It was strange because when it came to sex, he'd never found himself at a loss regarding what to do next. In fact, Victoria had been wrong about something the day before, and he hadn’t bothered to correct it. Adam had actually slept with Renee a few times the year before and the sex was quite good, but he ended it soon after.

The timing was not right as she expressed an interest in him not long after the incident happened with Victoria that summer. Adam had tried seeing Renee and thought it was a way to put things behind him regarding his daughter. It didn’t work because he longed for what he knew he couldn’t have all the more. Or so he thought.

“Daddy, it’s okay. Touch me. Please.”

He finally obliged her request and placed his hands on the side of her head. Her curls were damp, and he smoothed his fingers down some of the length until he reached her shoulders. As he did, Victoria continued to caress his cock in her own way, but her movements were just right to him. He decided that he wanted to touch her breasts and let his hands travel down under her arms until he felt the sides of her tits. 

He fondled, explored, and played with her breasts to his heart’s content. The way they filled up his hands thrilled him. Victoria pressed her mouth to her father's and they started to kiss passionately while she milked him. Adam's tongue slid into her warm mouth, and she sucked at it, then fed him hers. He rocked himself into her grasp, moaned, and began to pinch at her nipples roughly.

Victoria shuddered at the sensation of her nipples being tugged so hard. Her pussy tingled and pulsed between her legs. She wanted him to touch her there so badly but she didn't want to press her luck. She made herself content to please him when he grunted and panted against her lips as she pumped him from tip to base over and over.

“Victoria! Vic. Oh! You are going to make me explode,” he rasped against her lips.

Victoria stroked him faster and harder, “Then cum for me. Show me,” she coaxed. 

That was all it took, and Adam thrust forward hard until his potent seed shot out like a geyser all over her hand. He gasped and mewled as the shocks of his orgasm made him weak in the knees. Victoria wasn’t sure when to stop and kept at it until Adam covered her hand with his own.

“Baby, it’s very sensitive,” he hissed.

Victoria’s discontinued stroking, but she didn’t let go of his dick as his hand fell away. She slowly sank to her knees, and Adam’s eyes popped wide. Without a word, Victoria stuck her tongue out and licked at her Daddy's cock like it was a dripping ice cream cone. His shaft flexed against her tongue at the sight of his baby girl on her knees, licking cum off his cock. Adam sagged against the shower wall in awe.

He watched as his daughter used her tongue to lap around the crown, down one side, and back up the other. Adam pushed her wet hair back some and released a long slow breath as she leaned in to suck the last remnants of seed right off his dick tip. She sat back on her haunches, licked her luscious lips clean, and gazed upward at him. He shook his head in disbelief.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Vic," he said, flabbergasted.

“Maybe you can show me how to please you like this properly next time, Daddy,” she said and smiled. 

When he didn't reply, she got up and faced the showerhead. Adam was left dumbfounded and stood awkwardly behind her.

“Can I use this?” she asked and pointed to the bar of Dove soap he had on the shelf next to his bodywash.

“Um, yeah. Yeah, of course.” His voice was hoarse and sounded foreign to his own ears.

Victoria lathered her body up with soap, and Adam’s eyes skimmed down her form. Her dark hair was all wet and almost touched her tailbone. She had a magnificent ass that he had noticed for some time. Given, it was always mainly hidden by clothing, but bare; it was something to behold. It was plump, shapely, and resembled an upside-down heart. It fit her curvy frame nicely, and the urge to kneel in the worship of it came over him, but he refrained.

Just then, she looked over her shoulder at him. "Oh, did you need to rinse or something?”

He blinked, tried not to gawk at her soaking wet body, and cleared his throat. “Um, no. I… uh. I think I’m uh, done.”

No one moved and they stared at one another for a few seconds. Adam’s face grew hot.

“Uh, you go on and finish up. I’m… I’m uh… uh go-going to get bre-breakfast going fo-for us.” He stumbled through his words and blushed sheepishly. 

Before she could respond, he was out of the shower, and exited the bathroom.

Victoria crossed her eyes and thought, Oh boy, I see my work is really cut out for me. Good God!

*

Half an hour later, the delicious smell of crisp bacon and hot French vanilla coffee co-mingled in the air as Victoria descended the steps. She was all clean and dressed in a short, taupe sweater dress. It was meant to be worn with leggings, but her legs and feet were bare. It was winter and cold in upstate New York, but that was outside. The house was cozy and warm as it usually was that time of year, so there was no need to layer up.

Adam was in the kitchen and stood over a hot skillet as he waited for a few pieces of French toast to cook. He wore a dark grey jogger set and black Nike trainers. The set he wore was light-weight, and he looked comfortable, even relaxed, which Victoria was glad to see. She came up behind him and placed her arms around his waist.

“Hiya, Daddy!” Victoria chirped.

Adam smiled. “Hey there. I’m almost finished. Just have the eggs left to cook after this, okay?”

She stepped to the side and looked down as he flipped over the French toast.

“Oh, wow. I love it when you cook a big breakfast. I’ll get the table set up!”

Victoria went about the task, and Adam finished up with the cooking. Less than fifteen minutes later, they were seated at the table to enjoy the feast he had prepared. As they ate, Victoria started a conversation.

“So, we have three whole days together since I’m off from school and you are off from work. What are we going to do with it? We didn’t plan anything this time.”

Adam took a long sip of coffee and nodded. He contemplated the idea of them being home together with nothing planned for those days, and that didn’t seem wise to him.

“Um, well, we could go to Connecticut for a visit. Your aunt Debra and uncle Bryan wouldn’t mind. Erica and Lisa are home from university. They would love to see you.”

Victoria had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. While she adored his sister and her family, they had recently spent the Christmas holiday with them. She didn’t want to spend time with anyone but him on her next days off.

She shook her head. “Nah. We were just there three weeks ago,” she said in between bites of bacon.

Adam sat down his coffee mug and shrugged. “True. Well, what do you want to do? Any ideas?”

Victoria looked directly at him. “I have a few ideas.”

His body tensed, and she noticed. He broke eye contact, poured syrup on his French toast, and ate some.

“I figured we could just hang out locally. Spend time together and um…”

He looked up at her, and she closed her mouth. She knew to tread lightly because while he clearly enjoyed what they’d been doing, she also knew that he viewed it as indiscretions, and he felt guilt. Victoria believed that if she could just get him to relax that he’d feel more comfortable with where they were headed.

Adam motioned with his fork. “Come on. Spit it out. Spend time together and do what, Vic?”

She felt put on the spot and got a taste of her own medicine from the day before. But unlike her father, Victoria was not uneasy or confused about her desires. The issue for her was getting him on board with it. She was anxious and frustrated though with his guilt and reluctance.

“We could watch movies, play video games, board games, order pizza one night, Chinese another, listen to music, and stay up late. We could go to the mall, a museum, or get tickets to see a show. Maybe try that new restaurant that recently opened on Front Street.”

She tried to sound casual and had omitted anything about what she really wanted them to do on those days. Adam chewed thoughtfully and swallowed his food.

He eyed her suspiciously, “Uh-huh. Yeah, right. Okay. So, what's the rest of it?”

The way he questioned her suddenly made her feel like she was some creepy teen sex fiend who was plotting to seduce her dear old dad. That annoyed her. She got defensive and frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her father responded calmly, “It means I hear you, but I think there is a lot more you aren't saying.”

That struck a nerve in her and she answered in a sarcastic tone, “Oh really, wonder where the hell I got that from, huh?”

He flinched at her accusation and sat back in his chair. A nerve was struck in him as well.

“You know what? I don’t know what is going on with you. You’ve always spoken your mind and been a bit sassy, which is fine. I know that’s part of your personality, but your mouth has been a bit too much lately.”

Victoria scoffed and tossed down her fork on the plate. “Hmm. That’s an ironic observation because you didn’t seem to have any problem with my mouth earlier this morning or last night.”

Her father’s face grew ashen, and he suddenly looked ill. Victoria knew she had gone way too far.

“Daddy, listen. I didn’t mean—”

Adam pushed back from the table and stalked out of the kitchen. She jumped up and quickly followed him. When she came into the living room, he was putting on his coat.

“It’s not even eight o’clock yet! Where are you going this early?” she demanded.

He didn’t say anything, zipped his coat, and grabbed his keys from the end table. She knew he was headed for the door to the garage and ran ahead of him to block his way.

He stared her down in frustration, “Move Victoria. I need some air.”

“Daddy, don’t go. I’m sorry. Can we talk, please?”

“We could have talked about anything you wanted at breakfast, but instead, you took the opportunity to hurt me. Why?” He asked her in an irritated tone.

She looked at him and felt terrible. “I… I didn’t realize that I had hurt you,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, well, throwing something like that in my face hurts me. I know you think that you have this entire thing with us all figured out, and you just need to get me on board with it. But I’m sorry, it doesn’t work that way for me. I’m struggling, Victoria. I don’t know what to do about any of it. Frankly, neither do you because you are doing and saying things totally out of character. We both are, it seems. Yes, it feels good touching you, pleasing you, and letting you please me. It doesn’t make it right, though, and maybe that’s what you need to work on accepting rather than making clever digs at me.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “See! This is exactly the problem. You keep focusing on negative things about it. It doesn’t have to be. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for that, but don’t tell me what I need to work on accepting when you can’t even face the fact that you want your own daughter!”

Adam felt the sting of her words and shook his head. “What the hell is happening to us?” he asked, not expecting an answer.

Victoria was frustrated with him, and it showed.

“I don’t know genius, but I’m sure we should just pretend like it doesn’t exist, right?” she said snidely. 

That pissed him off more, and he knew they needed time apart.

He glared at her. “Move, or I’m going to move you, Vic.” 

He hoped that it didn’t come down to that, but he meant what he said. Thankfully, she stepped out of the way to let him pass.

“When are you coming back?” she called after him.

“Later,” he answered before he slipped into his black Cadillac XT5 and left.

Adam drove in the direction of his office and had a mind to stop there but didn’t when he arrived. Instead, he headed toward his best friend Peter’s house, about ten miles away. They had been best friends for twenty years, and while Adam couldn’t say anything about what was going on between himself and Victoria, at least the visit would get his mind off the situation. He knew Peter was working on restoring an old car, and he thought maybe he could help out with it.

When Adam arrived at his friend’s home, the garage door was up, and Peter was in his driveway leaning over a 1966 cobalt blue Mustang with the hood up. He turned, noticed who it was, and grinned. Then motioned for Adam to get out of the car.

Peter took a glance at his watch and chuckled, “Well damn. I must have telekinesis power or some shit!”

Adam walked over to him; they clasped hands and went in for a manly side hug.

“Telekinesis, Pete?” Adam asked.

Both men smiled as they released each other.

Peter explained what he meant, “Oh, I was just thinking about manipulating you into helping me out today since I know you have a few days off. I didn’t know if you and Vic had anything planned, though, but I was going to risk it. Yet before I could even call, here you are. I must have sent out a mental signal right to your brain!”

Adam nodded, “Ahh. Okay. Well, maybe you do have telekinesis then, my brother! Cause here I am, no manipulation needed, and all set to work. Now, what do you have going on here?”

The men started to banter and examined the vehicle together, which took Adam’s mind off the issues that he had at home. Back at the house, Victoria was ticked off that her father had left and decided that two could play that game. She put on a pair of jeans under her sweater dress, thick wool socks, and ankle boots. She grabbed her wool navy peacoat and mobile, then headed to the garage. Fortunately, she had her own set of wheels, a silver Ford Fusion, which was a gift from her father for her sixteenth birthday. She hopped in and backed out but had no idea where she was going at all.

During Adam’s time helping Pete, he looked at his phone several times. He had sent a few texts to Victoria to let her know where he was and asked if she was okay, but he didn't receive a reply. It made him somewhat concerned, but he knew that she tended to be stubborn. So, he didn’t make much of it. After a few hours of work, Peter stood up straight and stretched.

He clasped Adam on the back and said, “Hey, let’s go in for lunch. Stacey told me to have my ass inside the house by noon, and it’s approaching that now. She won’t mind an extra mouth to feed, especially if it’s yours. She and the boys love when uncle Adam comes to visit. Too bad you didn’t bring Vic because they would have loved to see her. Come on, my man. Let’s get washed up. Oh, you need to call Vic or anything first? I saw you looking at your phone a lot since we’ve been out here.”

Adam shook his head. “Nope. I texted her, and she knows where I am.”

Peter nodded, “Okay. Well, let’s get in before my wife strangles us both.”

Adam laughed and followed his friend inside. After a delicious lunch and lively socializing with Peter's family, Adam thanked them, said his goodbyes, and headed home. He had checked his phone several times during lunch and in the car, but there was nothing from Vic. It was a little after 3 PM when he arrived home, and there was no sign of his daughter or her car.

*

Adam cleaned up the house and started laundry as he waited. When Victoria still had not arrived home or contacted him by 5 PM, he decided to shower and changed into a black fleece tracksuit and Converse low-tops. He settled himself on the sofa and caught up on a few episodes of Doctor Who to keep his mind occupied. When 7:00 PM rolled around, and there was no word from her, he started to get antsy. He called her phone several times, and it went straight to voice mail. He left a few, “Give me a call when you get this, please.” kind of messages and figured he'd better cook. 

He prepared spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread for their dinner which brought him to 8:05 PM. Victoria didn't have many friends, only two, and he called both. Neither had heard from her that day and he tried his sister Debra next who had not heard from his daughter either. Debra suggested that he call the police, however, he assured her that things were fine. In truth, Adam was incredibly worried but he knew it was premature to call the authorities. They’d only tell him she had not been gone for twenty-four hours and to give it time.

After about an hour of pacing, he put on a jacket to go search for her but wasn't sure where to look. At almost 11:15 PM, he just couldn’t take waiting around any longer and headed for the garage. However, when he opened the door to his garage, he saw headlights and watched Victoria get out of her car. He was relieved but that changed when she didn't look at him. Victoria walked directly passed him, and only said the word, “Hey.” 

Adam stood there for a while and tried not to lose it as he listened to her head upstairs, but he was livid. He went after her because that behavior wasn’t going to fly with him. When he got to her room, the door was shut, but he didn’t give a damn about her privacy at the moment. He opened it and marched inside.

“Where in the fuck have you been?” he yelled.

Victoria had already removed her coat and was sat on her bed to remove her boots, then socks. She got up and went over to her walk-in closet and disappeared. Adam was about to explode, but before he could, she came out dressed in an Avengers nightshirt and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. She finally gave him an answer.

“I went out for a while. Just like you did, that’s all,” she said flatly.

Adam blinked at her, and he could feel the anger in him ready to boil over. Through gritted teeth, he said, “You knew where I was because I texted you. I’ve texted, and I’ve called an insane amount of times. Only to be ignored. Where in the fuck have you been? I asked!”

She huffed and turned away, but he caught her arm. Victoria squealed and tried to pull away.

Adam held on and scolded her. "Stop this crap now. I’ve been worried sick. Sick! I didn’t know if you had been hurt, maimed, or killed. And all you have to say to me is that you went out for a while. Have you lost your damn mind?”

Victoria bristled and snatched her arm away. “Fine. I went to the park first, then the museum, and then the mall. I drove to Jersey, hung out for a while, then came home. Satisfied?”

Adam frowned. “Wait, you drove to Jersey. To Jersey? What the hell were you doing there?”

“I don’t know. I just felt like driving there. I did some window shopping and I got a bite to eat. Pizza and then saw a movie,” she confessed.

“You are grounded. For a month,” he informed her.

“A month? A month is excessive!” She complained.

Adam headed out of her room and said over his shoulder, “So is worrying your father practically into an early grave, but it didn’t stop you. You could have texted me back at the very least. I just don’t know what has gotten into you.”

Victoria crossed her arms and screamed, “A month is absurd, and you fucking know it! I’m not grounded for a month, period!”

Adam stopped in his tracks, wheeled around, and rushed back into her room. They glared at one another, and Victoria lifted her chin in defiance. He jabbed his finger in the air toward her direction.

“Now, it’s for two months. Want to keep on with your smart mouth, and I’ll make it three,” he threatened.

She shook her head. “You can say it’s five months, and it won’t matter. It will be two weeks as a normal grounding should be and not a minute longer!”

Adam positioned himself directly in front of her, bent down, and got face to face.

He enunciated every word for her benefit. “I am your goddamn father, and you’ll be grounded when I say, for as long as I say, whenever I say. Now, I would highly suggest you put a muzzle on your sassy little mouth. If you want to talk about this rationally in the morning, we can. Right now, it’s almost midnight and not the time. Especially because I’m pissed at you as I’ve ever been!”

Victoria listened without interruption, but the second he was done, she sucked her teeth. “The feeling is mutual, Daddy!”

The way she said the word, “Daddy” sounded like she was disgusted with the notion of it. Adam felt it and it hurt. He stared at her, and all he saw in her eyes was anger, resentment, and frustration. He could see that he was losing her, and it hit him like a ton of bricks. Instead of the realization bringing him to his senses to calm things down, it infuriated him even more.

“Why are you being like this?” he snapped.

Victoria snarled, “Why are you?”

Then she poked him in the shoulder with her index finger again and again. The third time she attempted, he grabbed her wrist. Fury zipped through her, and she moved her other hand up quickly and poked him in the opposite shoulder with it. Adam grabbed that wrist too and held it. Victoria pulled back and tried to struggle away.

“Let me go! Let me go!” she cried out.

“No! Not until you calm down. You are being ridiculous. Calm down!” he commanded.

But she didn’t. Victoria tried to wretch her wrists away from him, but she was no match for his strength. She managed to turn herself sideways and pulled him forward some, but he still had the most control. A scream of exasperation echoed in the room, which came from her.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Victoria! Come on now. That’s enough, sweetheart,” his voice was still agitated, but he wasn’t yelling.

It didn’t move her at all to stop. She turned her body, rammed into him, and knocked him slightly off balance. Things were out of control, and Adam knew it was best to let her go. He released her wrists and put his hands up defensively.

“Okay. Okay. Just stop. Calm down. You are going ballistic!”

She lunged for him with all her might and knocked him into the bedroom door which ended up closing it as he fell backward. His back hit it with a thud, and she started slapping his chest.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” she screamed.

He roared back at her, “Why? Why do you hate me? For what reason?”

Tears streamed down her face, and she continued to hit him as she hollered at him.

“You don’t love me!” she cried out.

Adam was stunned and couldn’t understand why on earth she’d ever say such a thing.

“What? Baby, that’s not true. You know that I love you. You are just upset.”

She slapped his arms a few more times.

Ouch! Shit! That hurts, Vic,” he winced.

“No!” she shrieked and shook her head. “It’s not the same. Not the same way. I know you love me, but it’s different.”

Adam didn’t understand and did his best to cover up some as she continued swiping at him with her hands.

“Victoria, please. For fuck sake, of course, I love you as I always have and you love me!”

He tried to reach out for her, but she slapped his hands away.

She huffed, “I’m in love with you, moron. I don’t just love you. I’m in love, and I thought you felt the same. You don’t!”

Adam shook his head at her. “You don’t even know what the hell you are talking about!”

“I know exactly what I’m saying. I get it. I fucking get it. It was nothing but lust for you and you are ashamed. You are ashamed of me. Fine. The whole thing was my stupid fault in the first place. I’m the one who came on to you. I’m the one who screwed everything—”

Adam rushed forward and grabbed her hands. It caught her off guard and she froze.

“I said you don’t know what you are talking about! Dammit, Victoria! he barked.

They both breathed hard and were infuriated as they locked glares. Suddenly, it was like a magnetic pull rushed into them simultaneously. All at once, they were lip-locked and clawing at one another almost violently. Victoria whimpered, and Adam moaned, then lifted her onto him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

They kissed with a torrent of hormones and emotions raging between them. Adam carried her over to the bed and they fell onto the mattress with a bounce. He kicked off his shoes and Victoria started to feel around to unzip his jacket while he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. She managed to push his jacket off his shoulders and he pulled his arms free. He pulled out of their kiss, leaned up, and ripped off her shirt, then tossed it to the floor. She was completely nude, with no bra and no panties.

He could see her body fairly well thanks to the dim illumination of her nightstand lamp. His dick pulsed and thumped so hard that he felt light-headed, it wasn't enough to deter him though. Quickly, he undressed and tossed all his clothes to the carpet. He dropped on top of her and she cradled him between her legs. Adam slid his hands under Victoria's back and fisted her hair at the nape of her neck. He yanked on it which forced her to arch with her throat fully exposed to him.

He dove his head downward and pressed hot kisses in a trail from the center of her neck to the hollow at the base of it. He licked from there all the way down to her bosom. He wanted to just look at her tits for a bit so, he pulled back. They were soft, full, gorgeous perky globes with light brown areolas that he wanted to devour. He didn't waste time and circled the right nipple with his tongue.

It became taunt and he pulled it into his mouth to greedily suck at it hard. Victoria grabbed his shoulders and cried out. She pressed her damp core against his shaft, and he let out a deep groan as he felt the warm, delicate petals of her flesh. His manhood pulsed and twitched against her slit because it wanted inside desperately. Adam took more of her breast into his hungry mouth and swirled his tongue around andTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.