Daddy’s cock is already deep inside me when the front door clicks shut downstairs.

Mom just left for her weekend shift. The house is ours now.

I am bent over the back of the living-room couch, skirt flipped up, panties yanked to my knees. His hands are locked on my hips. Every thrust pushes me forward against the cushions. The wet sound of him fucking me is loud in the sudden quiet.

“Two full days,” he says, voice rough. “No interruptions. No excuses. This cunt is mine until Sunday night.”

I can only moan in answer. He has been working hard since breakfast. The second Mom’s car left the driveway...