I don’t know why, but I was so God damn horny and hormonal. I know I was ovulating, but this was ridiculous! But it wasn’t just any cock that I wanted inside me; it was my daddy’s.
Little did I know that he was the reason my 18-year-old body felt so…compelled.
My pussy nearly growled. Daddy's cock was prey, and damn it to hell, I was going to catch it.
I slid off my bed again and went to the banister. The faint smell of cologne lingered upstairs.
It was like all five senses were heightened. Was this part of my ovulation? I never experienced my hormones going out of whack like this before.
"Daddy," I purred, slinking down the stairs.
"Stacy, come into the kitchen," he called, "I got you lunch."
"Cumming daddy." Oh, the pun.
I slunk around the corner and spied him bending down by the fridge, putting a few groceries away. Damn, if his ass wasn’t tight and ready to be bitten.
"Daddy, I have dessert…"
He turned around, his eyes grew wide when he noticed I was standing in front of him, completely nude.
"Daddy, I want you. I'm ovulating and I can’t take care of it myself. It’s like I’m hypnotized or something and need your cock to satisfy me."
Daddy smirked, something odd really was going on. I felt like I was being mind-controlled. Was I?
Hell, not that I cared, but damn, daddy beat me to the punch.
Daddy swept me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. I’d never been kissed so hotly and passionately as I had right then. I didn’t care why I was so hormonal. I was in daddy's arms and that was all that mattered.