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Grace loved the evenings best. After homework and dinner, when she and her Dad could have a nice cuddle on the couch and watch some mindless TV or a movie.
It was their habit, ever since she was little. They'd get settled into their PJs, Dad would stretch his legs out down the length of the couch, she'd settle into his lap and stretch out down the length of him.
His hands would never sit idle, he'd play with her long hair, run his fingers across her scalp, knead at the tense muscles in the back of her neck. Sometimes, after a rough gym day or a trying test, she'd sit up and he would get both hands on her shoulders and rub away the knots.
If she was really lucky, his hands would move down her back and his thumbs would trace her spine. She loved Dad's hands, thick and strong with callouses from his gardening.
Tonight was a lucky night for Grace, and she let out pleased little hums as his hands moved over her back. When she was all but falling over in front of him he let out a chuckle and tugged her back against his chest.
She wiggled a bit, rubbing her shoulders into his pecs, before turning her head to see what she'd missed on screen.
Dad's hands didn't sit still for long. He wrapped his arms around her and started running his palms up and down her stomach. Slow and steady strokes that soothed her.
This was new, and Grace found it possibly even nicer than a back rub since her tummy was more sensitive and it shot pleasant tingles up and down her spine.
She slowly melted back against him, relaxing from toes to scalp while his hands kept moving. Every so often his thumb would brush the underside of her breast, or his pinky would graze the low waistband of her sleep shorts.
Still, she stayed relaxed, always feeling comfortable and safe in Dad's arms, with her head tucked up under his bearded chin.
There was no way for her to know how intentional his movements were, right up until his large hand finally slid all the way up over her breast. He could easily hold it in his palm, and did so, squeezing gently.
She let out a soft sound of surprise, chest jerking forward and accidentally pressing further into his grip. He responded by moving to tease her now hard nipple with the tip of his finger through the worn thin fabric of her t-shirt.
"Dad?" She asked softly.
"Does that feel nice?" He asked in response, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her ribcage.
"... Yeah."
She felt him chuckle slightly before his other hand came up and started to tease her other breast. He squeezed softly, ran her nipples between his knuckles, pinched at them.
Her face was getting hot and her mouth was dry. She swallowed and closed her eyes, pressing back against him. Inadvertently, as her chest propped forward her hips went back. Her ass, firmly between his thighs, now began to rub against them.
It didn't take very long for her to realize that she wasn't feeling am odd fold of his pants, but rather his cock against the outside of her thigh. And it was getting harder.
She let out a soft moan, arching more deliberately now, her own small hand landing on his muscular thigh. She slid it carefully towards her hip, towards his dick. Her heart was beating out of her chest when her thumb brushed along the length of it.
He groaned long and low, pinching and rolling her nipples in response. His head tucked down so his lips were beside her ear and he rumbled out, "Would you like me to touch you some more, sweetheart?"
She licked her dry lips and nodded rapidly, earning another vibrating chuckle. One hand abandoned the breast he'd been fondling and slipped down her stomach. He played with her waistband for a moment, sliding his finger inside then back and forth, before tucking his hand underneath her shorts and panties.
His wrist didn't even make it inside before his long fingers were parting her curls and finding her clit. He strummed across it gently a few times before he asked if she ever touched herself like this.
"A little," she admitted, her own hand sliding more towards his cock until she had it entirely in her grip. "But it never, never felt this good."
He groaned in her ear, thrusting his hips against her ass and his cock against her palm. His fingertips danced down past her clit and found her soaking wet entrance.
"How about here?"
She shook her head mutely, biting her lip. It felt strange, having someone else touch her there, but she always liked it when Dad touched her.
"Can I feel inside you, Gracey?" He asked, voice strained, the tips of his fingers sliding all over the entrance to her cunt.
"Yes," she whimpered out, "please Dad."
He groaned again and she could feel his cock twitch under her palm. She grabbed it tighter on reflex and the low moan he let out had her start dragging her hand up and down the thick shaft.
"One sec," he mumbled, pulling his free hand behind her and shifting around. His intentions were clear a moment later when his waistband pulled down and he pulled his half erect cock out.
She licked her lips as she looked at it. It was as thick as her wrist and longer than her entire hand with a bulbous mushroom shaped head. It was leaking slightly from the slit at the tip as well.
She went to grab it again but was stopped when he took hold of her wrist. She had no idea what he was doing until she felt his tongue slobber across her palm.
"Ew!" She wiggled her hand free and paused with it halfway back to where she wanted it.
"Lubrication, so it doesn't chafe," he explained. She grumbled about not warning her before she finally got skin to skin with his dick.
He was right, it felt nicer than rubbing over his clothes had.
As soon as she started stroking in earnest he resumed his own exploration. The tip of his middle finger tickled her entrance while his palm cupped her clit. He shifted his hand every so slightly so he could easily slip inside her cunt.
She was so wet it almost felt like his finger was getting sucked in, and the slightly startled moan she let out had him pumping his finger in and out to the first knuckle.
"That good, baby?" His lips were right below her ear and she shivered as his beard scraped across her neck.
"That's, mmm, that's nice. Can I, can you, more?" She asked uncertainly.
He wrapped his free hand around hers on his cock to show her how hard she should grip, much harder than she had been, before dipping his finger down to the second knuckle.
Her hips bucked up into his palm while he pistoned in and out of her and her head dropped back against his shoulder.
He could look down her body, see her breasts with their hard nipples showing through her thin shirt, see his large hand not hardly fitting into her tiny shorts. See her hand gripping and inexpertly jacking his now fully erect cock.
"M-more, Dad, please!" She moaned, grinding into his hand.
He pulled back out of her shorts just long enough to slip them and her panties down to her knees before sliding both middle fingers into her cunt and pumping them all the way in.
She gasped and arched her back, grabbing his dick harder without stopping her jacking off motions, her other hand reaching up behind her to grab at his hair, the back of his neck, whatever she could reach.
Her knees fell open, clothes slipping down to her ankles, and she let out a little 'ah' with every thrust of his fingers. His calloused palm scraped back and forth across her clit with every movement they made and he could feel her channel start to flutter.
"Have you ever made yourself cum?" He nipped at her neck after asking, needing to taste the sweat off her skin.
"N-no, ah!"
She could feel it starting, something hot and tight forming where his fingers plunged in and out, every stretch burning hotter, every bump ratcheting it tighter.
Her mouth was hanging open, eyes unfocused, fingers digging into his neck hard enough to leave a mark. She could feel herself clenching tighter and tighter around his knuckles, the slick sounds of his thrusting drowning out everything to her ears.
Her moans grew louder as his hand moved faster until she felt herself explode with a cry of "Dad!"
Thighs twitching, shivers racing up and down her spine, he slowed his movements to draw out her aftershocks. His fingers slid out from her cunt, dripping with her juices, and he ran them gently across her almost too sensitive clit just to see her jolt.
He squeezed her hand with the one still helping her jerk his cock and she started back into motion. Her head was still against his shoulder and she was breathing hard while he thrust into her tiny fist.
It took but a few moments before his cock was swelling and jerking, ropes of cum shooting out to land on his pajama pants and her bare thigh. He grunted with the last few tugs, watching it drip down their joined hands.
After a few panted breaths he kissed her neck. "How was that sweetheart?"
She wiped her hand clean on his pants before melting back against his chest and answering, "Can we do that every night?"
He chuckled and reached down to pull her clothes back up. "Of course."