Daniella's breathing was now pounding strongly as if it could jump out of her chest anytime soon.
She tried hard not to audibly sigh or moan or do anything at this close distance between her and her hottie Dad.
She stared straight into his eyes which were exceptionally attractive like it was full of water, sparkling and deep.
"Come on. Let's get you inside," she controlled the tremor in her voice and pulled away from Liam gently.
She proceeded to pick her father up from the cold floor and thank goodness, Liam obliged this time.
He stood giddily, smiling sheepishly at his daughter all the time.
"You didn't miss me, did you?" he asked incoherently as he sent his huge long arm around Daniella's shoulder.
Daniella glanced at him as she steadied his arm around her shoulder and guided him out of the door; his face was red and his breath smelled strongly of liquor.
"Tell me, Dad. What made you drink so much?" Daniella raised a question while she made him lay on his bed.
Liam sank with a whoosh and muffled a deep groan.
Daniella stared at her father who had closed his eyes tight and kept shaking his head sideways as if he was fighting with himself in his head.
"It's okay, Dad," she quickly dived into the bed and held his head still in her hands, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."
Slowly, Liam opened his eyes and met his daughter's concerned and tender gaze swaying on his face.
"Get some sleep now. Okay?" she smiled warmly and thereafter advanced to cover him with the duvet.
However, Liam caught her tiny wrist and drew her closer, causing her heart to flutter immensely.
They were so close that she couldn't tell which was her heartbeat and which was his.
'If you keep looking at me with these bedroom eyes of yours, Dad, then I might just rip off your shirt and fuck you so hard,' she internally screamed.
She skimmed his features, the firmness of his chest, the darkness of his expression, and the wanting in his eyes.
"Sleep with me, Ella," Liam's words tumbled out while he inhaled a strained breath.
It seemed that was all Daniella needed to hear. She immediately clung her lips to Liam's tightly, making him cater for her.
The kiss started slowly as they learned the shape of each other's mouths. They soon found the perfect fill and got deeper.
Daniella felt sensual, womanly, and it sounded crazy, but she felt as if she could fly.
It was such an amazing euphoric sensation that she didn't want it to ever end.
Suddenly, Liam buckled her waist and made a flip, he was now above her.
He swept off his shirt in a graceful movement that lifted his ribs and tightened his washboard stomach.
At the same time, Daniella had taken off her top and thrown it away carelessly. She was now left in her black brassiere that was wrapping her full and round breasts.
For a wild moment, Liam pressed kisses down the delicate line of her neck and a kiss to the upper slopes of her breasts.
He came up to her mouth again and kissed her hard. At some point, he was brutal, seeming to demand the very breath from her lungs.
He helped her unfasten her jeans and pulled it down and off her legs completely. He then slides his fingers beneath her panties, finding the sensitive place.
Daniella squirmed as they slipped in and out quickly- so fast. She shuddered and moaned and tried to speak but words didn't come.
She had reverted to caveman talk in grunts and groans and shrieks.
Liam's mouth hovered for a tantalizing moment before his tongue teased and licked one of her nipples.
Daniella bite her lip to keep a mewl of exquisite agony from erupting; drowning in a sea of more pleasure than she could ever imagined exist.
Liam continued sucking her gently, gritting his teeth along; loving the sound that fell out of her mouth.
Her hands flew to his neck holding him close to her, she hummed out wanting to feel his hardness already.
At that moment, Liam ripped apart her panties as he was at the end of his rope.
Daniella's eyes caught by and she heard the whisper of his zip being drawn down, his eyes never leaving hers.
In what felt like seconds, her breathing grew labored when a shaft of hot arousal went straight through her body.
The more their bodies touched, the more electrified the air became.
Soon, Liam's orgasm build and he slowly withdrew and sank next to his daughter on the bed.
He offered a loving smile before drifting to sleep.
Daniella returned his smile with a tremendous one but he was already fast asleep.
She covered their bodies with the comforter and leaned closer to his face and then removed some tendrils from his forehead.
She stroked his cheeks with her fingers, her smile growing deeper and deeper.
"Thanks for fulfilling my desire after all these years, Dad,"
She lightly kissed his forehead and then moved down and kissed his lips.
Liam woke up with an overwhelming headache the next morning. He held his head with his both hands and groaned loudly.
"Fuck, just how much did I drink last night?"
Finishing his words, he looked down at himself and then at the crumpled sheet beside him.
He swallowed very hard when the details of it flitted through his mind.
"No," his nose flared, "It was just one of my erotic dreams. I didn't do it. I didn't" he continued shaking his head vigorously and suddenly pushed down the duvet to find himself naked- utterly naked.
His heart sank ruefully in an instant. "I did it"
"For fuck sake, Liam, you fucking fucked your own daughter. How do you face her now?"
He finger-combed his hair backward, looking troubled like never before.
Right then, a knock came on the door.
Knowing fully well that it was no other person than his daughter, he had an impulse of jumping out of the bed and then flee through the window.
The door opened and Daniella emerged in the room with a bright and attractive smile gracing her beautiful face.
She was wearing grey cotton shorts and a white tank top.
Liam's cock twitched at her perky breasts and hard nipples that were a little visible from her tank top.
,Get yourself together, you scoundrel. Haven't you done enough?' he scolded himself inwardly, trying his possible best to bring himself under control.
"Good morning, Dad. I'm sure you're seriously fighting a terrible hangover now. You drank a lot," Daniella reminded while dropping a tray on the cabinet and picking up the glass of water.
"Here," she held out the glass of water to her father along with a tablet, "It helps cure hangovers. Now take it,"
Liam couldn't look at her face and he seriously wished the bed could open and swallow him whole.
What kind of father has sex with his own daughter? A prodigal father, I'm sure,
"Come on, Dad. Take it already," Daniella encouraged, sitting her ass on the bed, still stretching forth the pills and the glass of water.
What's going on? Why hasn't she said anything about it? Was she trying to get him to act along as well? To pretend nothing happened between them last night?
He secretly let out a deep breath and tried to relax a little.
"Thank you," he said in a small breath after collecting the capsules and water.
Her entire face lit up and her eyes had an indescribable shine to it. It could probably just be the ray of sun coming from the window that was reflecting on her eyes, but it was not.
She looked happier today than all her previous existences.
"So, do you want us to talk about it now?" she asked naturally, causing Liam to immediately spew all the water in his mouth and looked over at her face.
"Hmm ...talk about what?" he asked in a shaky voice while cleaning the water on his lips.
"What else, Dad? Other than why you had drunk so much last night?" Daniella stressed her words, her cheeks blossoming with an ugly red tint.
Liam instantly felt a rush of relief and met his daughter's limpid gaze, "I really don't want to talk about it, Ella. Why aren't you in school yet?" He asked quickly, obviously shying away from her question.
Daniella stared at his face in silence and nodded at last.
"It's weekend. See you later," she rose to her feet and said in a small voice.
Liam watched her movement and ruffled his hair in frustration, "I met someone I shouldn't have met yesterday,"
Daniella's pace halted immediately and she directly spun around to face her father with furrowed brows.
"Who was it? You never told me there was someone you wouldn't like to meet again, Dad," she walked back to her previous position.
"Yes, Ella. I never imagined we would ever meet again," Liam sounded as bitter as he felt.
Daniella lifted her brows higher, becoming more than curious. "Who was it, Dad?"
"My first love,"