Blackout Truth or Dare Chap. 2

The world outside was a canvas of stark contrasts. The blackness of night had just begun to retreat, allowing the faintest smudges of pink to kiss the sky. Inside, the house remained shrouded in a comforting embrace of darkness, save for the occasional flicker of candlelight that had survived the night’s power outage. Aria stirred in her bed, the soft hum of silence whispering through the corridors. Her heart raced, not from fear of the dark, but from the tumultuous dreams that had painted the walls of her subconscious with vivid scenes of passion and longing brought on by the intense feelings from the connection her and her father had shared last night.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness, and she felt a sudden pressure along her lower back. It was firm and unmistakable, a silent declaration of Maverick’s desire for her, even in sleep. She could not help but feel a thrill at the intimate proximity of his erection, poking into her ass like an unspoken question. Her thoughts swirled like a tornado, a mix of excitement, apprehension, and the undeniable craving for more of his touch. With a deep breath, she rolled over to face him, her pulse pounding in her ears like a drumline’s crescendo.

Maverick lay on his side, his chest rising and falling with the gentle rhythm of sleep. His eyes were closed, and his strong jawline is completely accentuated by his salt and pepper beard. Aria’s gaze traveled downward, taking in the contours of his chest, the slight bulge of his dad bod stomach, and his very noticeable erect member, remembering they had gone to sleep naked together the night prior. The urge to reach out and touch him grew stronger by the second, her hand hovering in the air like it had a mind of its own. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she reached out, her fingertips brushing against him. His breathing hitched, and she knew she had his attention even though he was still asleep.

Without waking him she gently rolled him to his back and positioned herself between his spread legs. Wasting no more time, she very gently placed the head of his hard manhood into her waiting mouth. The taste of him was like a potent elixir that promptly intoxicated her senses, filling her with a hunger that could only be satiated by his essence. Her tongue danced around the tip, teasing him before taking him in deeper. The sound of his breath quickening, and his body tensing was music to her ears, a symphony of arousal she had never heard before.

He let out a barely audible groan as he continued to sleep. This was her plan, go nice and slow until he wakes up. With each passing moment, Aria felt more and more of him enter her mouth, his shaft growing more and more rigid. The salty taste of his precum coated her tongue, and she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. The thrill of the taboo washed over her like a wave, heightening every sensation. She could feel her own arousal building, her pussy growing wet with anticipation but that would have to wait, this morning was all about pleasing her father.

Aria’s hand began to stroke him in rhythm with her mouth, her eyes never leaving his face. She watched his features contort with pleasure, his sleepy eyes fluttering open slightly and she knew he still was not awake as his eyes closed just as gently. His hand reached down to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair but not pushing or pulling, just resting there, maybe he was dreaming of this exact situation and she was a welcome presence in his slumber. She increased her pace, her cheeks hollowing with each suck and release, savoring the velvety smoothness of him in her mouth.

As she continued to give him head, she reached down to her own pussy, her fingers slipping through her wetness. She began to play with herself, matching the rhythm of her hand to the movements of her mouth. The sound of her hand against her wetness echoed in the quiet room, a soft counterpoint to the sucking sounds she was making. She felt herself getting closer to the edge, her breaths becoming shallower and more ragged, but she held back, wanting him to wake up and be fully present for what she had planned.

Maverick’s hand tightened in her hair as his hips began to move slightly, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He was waking up, slowly coming to the realization that this was no dream, but a very real and very tempting reality. Aria’s eyes locked onto his, and she watched as the recognition dawned in his gaze. He blinked a few times, the haze of sleep lifting to reveal the raw hunger beneath. His eyes grew darker, and he groaned, his hand now gripping her hair more firmly as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

The feeling of his cock in her mouth was exhilarating, the power dynamics of the situation leaving her feeling both submissive and powerful at the same time. She knew she had him now, and she did not intend to let go. With a renewed sense of purpose, she bobbed her head faster, her hand still working her own clit with eager strokes. The room was now alive with the sounds of passion, the quiet moans, and wet slurps of her mouth on his shaft.

Maverick’s eyes flew open, and he took in the sight of his beautiful daughter, her lips stretched around his length, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He was torn between the urge to pull her up for a kiss and the need to keep her exactly where she was, worshiping him. He chose the latter, his hand guiding her movements as he grew closer and closer to climax. The sight of her like this, so eager to please him, was almost more than he could manage.

Aria felt his grip tighten, his breathing growing more ragged. She knew he was close, and she was determined to push him over the edge. Her hand picked up the pace on her clit, her own orgasm now imminent. The scent of their combined arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that made her dizzy with desire. She took him deeper still, her throat convulsing around his shaft as she swallowed him whole.

“Baby Girl, you’re going to make me explode.”, were the only words he could sputter out. His voice was thick with sleep, his eyes glazed over with passion. Aria’s heart skipped a beat at the pet name, feeling a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the blankets they were entangled in.

She pulled back just enough to tease him with a mischievous smile, “Good morning Daddy, and that is the plan, I need breakfast, and I couldn’t think of anything I want more than protein straight from the source. So, you are just going to lay there, and I am going to taste and swallow all of your sweet nectar!”, she announced matter of factly, while continuing to stroke him.

Maverick chuckled low, his eyes still clouded with lust, “Aria, baby, you’re insatiable.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep and desire.

“After last night I am insatiable and ravenous. Now, be quiet and enjoy as I take my breakfast.” Aria quipped back with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she returned to her task. Her mouth engulfed him again, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive skin as she took him in deeper than before. She felt his erection swell even more, and the knowledge that she had this power over him was exhilarating.

Maverick’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breathing growing more erratic. His hips bucked slightly, pushing himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth. He could not believe what was happening; the lines between reality and his wildest fantasies had blurred. He reached down to caress her cheek, the gesture tender despite the raw passion that had taken over them both.

Aria felt a thrill of victory as she watched him succumb to the pleasure she was giving him. Her hand moved faster, her fingers working her clit with a precision honed by years of self-exploration. Her moans grew louder, vibrating around his cock and sending shockwaves through his body. She knew she was close, the pressure building in her core like a volcano about to erupt.

With a final, desperate suck, she felt him tense up, his hips jerking as he released a thick rope of cum into her mouth. At the same time her own orgasm racked her body, she felt herself squirt on her own hand and legs. She swallowed his seed greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she milked every drop from him. His hand fell limp against the bed, and she could feel his muscles relax as he slipped back into a sated doze.

“You’re too good to me!” Maverick growled, his voice thick with sleep and desire as Aria pulled away from his cock.

She giggled, feeling a thrill of power at his need for her. She slid up his body, her wetness leaving a trail along his stomach. Straddling his waist, she hovered over his erection, her pussy aching for his touch. With a gentle rock, she positioned herself and lowered down onto him, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

“You won’t get much more out of me right away this morning after that.” Maverick chuckled, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the mattress. Despite his words, his cock remained stubbornly erect, inside of Aria.

With a smile she said, “I know, I don’t plan on keeping it inside, but I wanted to feel it again before you begin to soften.” Aria leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, her breasts pressing against his chest. She felt his cock twitch inside of her, “I don’t think you understand how amazing it feels to be so full of you.” She began to grind her hips against him, the feeling of his hardness inside her sending delicious tremors through her body.

However, it was just then that he started to soften, when he realized what was happening he apologized, “I am sorry my Baby Girl, but between the multiple orgasms last night and the one you gave me this morning, I think I need a break for my body to recuperate.”

Aria leaned back, her hand playing with her clit as she felt his cock slowly slip out of her. “It’s alright, Daddy,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness and a hint of something more primal, “I understand. But I can still get what I need.” With that she slid off him and onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, waving his cock in front of her face like a trophy. “Why don’t you just lie there and watch me play with myself,” she suggested, “It’ll give you time to recover and maybe get hard again.”

“I have a better idea, you got your breakfast, so now it’s my turn. Come sit on my face and let me taste your delicious flower.” Maverick suggested with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Aria felt a thrill at his words, the idea sending a shiver down her spine. She eagerly complied, climbing over his body until her pussy hovered just above his mouth. He took in her sweet scent, and she felt his breath warm against her skin.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered as she lowered herself down, his tongue urgently darting out to taste her. She moaned as he licked along her slit, savoring the tang of her juices. His beard tickled her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She began to grind against his face, her hips moving in a rhythmic dance as she sought her own release.

Maverick’s hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he feasted on her pussy. His tongue flicked and probed, exploring every inch of her folds with a hunger that matched her own. Aria’s breath grew ragged as she approached her climax, her fingers tightening in the sheets.

The room was now bathed in the early morning light, the candles having long ago extinguished themselves. The soft glow of the dawn painted the walls in a warm, intimate glow, highlighting the perspiration on their bodies and the passion etched into their expressions. Aria’s breasts bounced with each movement of her hips, her nipples tight and sensitive.

Maverick’s tongue danced around her clit, teasing, and flicking until she could take no more. She moaned loudly, her body tensing as she climaxed once again. He did not stop, though, instead using her own juices to lubricate his way deeper into her pussy, tasting every inch of her as if she were the last woman on Earth. He savored her delicious juice that sprayed his mouth, face, and beard.

Aria’s orgasm washed over her in waves, each one more intense than the last. She bucked her hips against his face, her moans filling the room. She felt his hands squeeze her ass cheeks, spreading her open wider for his tongue. The sensation was almost too much, but she never wanted it to end.

Maverick’s mouth worked tirelessly, his tongue delving deep inside her, tasting her sweetness and exploring every crevice. He knew he could not keep this up for long, but he was too lost in the moment to care. The sound of her pleasure spurred him on, his cock stirring ever so slightly.

With a final, desperate cry, Aria’s orgasm crested, and she collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt his tongue slow, lapping up the last remnants of her pleasure before finally stilling. They lay there for a moment, bodies slick with sweat and hearts racing. The only sound was their mingled breaths and the distant chirp of early birds outside.

Maverick reached up to cradle her face, pulling her down for a deep, lingering kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, and it was more erotic than she ever could have imagined. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as their kiss grew more passionate.

They broke apart, both panting slightly. “Let’s clean up and get some actual breakfast,” he growled against her mouth.

They stumbled into the bathroom, their legs tangled together as they turned on the shower. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the evidence of their early morning tryst. Aria leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his chest as they stood under the spray. He reached for the soap, his hands slick as he began to lather her body, paying special attention to her breasts and the curve of her waist.

The soap slipped and slid over her skin, creating a delightful friction that sent shivers down her spine. He took his time, his hands roaming over every inch of her, as if he were worshipping a goddess. Aria could not help but moan as he washed her, the feeling of his soapy fingers between her legs almost overwhelming. She returned the favor, her hands gliding over his chest, his abs, and finally his cock, which stirred but did not harden.

Maverick chuckled, “Looks like you’re going to have to wait for round two.”

“I can be patient,” Aria replied with a grin, though she could not help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She knew he needed time to recover, but the thought of his mouth on her again was intoxicating. “Plus, if I really wanted to get you hard, I could, and you know it.”

The shower washed away the remnants of the night, leaving them both clean and revitalized. They stepped out of the steamy embrace, towels wrapping around them as they made their way to the kitchen. The scent of brewing coffee soon filled the air, a welcome greeting to the new day.

Aria’s stomach rumbled, reminding her of the task at hand. “Dad, just have a seat, I’m going to make you breakfast.” She said, with a cheeky smile.

Maverick nodded. The kitchen was a mess from last night’s dinner and the candles they had used for lighting. She began to clean up, the clatter of dishes and the sizzle of bacon on the stove soon filling the quiet air. The scent of breakfast filled the house, a comforting aroma that seemed to banish any lingering shadows of doubt or regret.

While Aria cooked, Maverick took a moment to appreciate the sight of her moving around in just a towel. Her wet hair was a dark curtain around her face, and her body glowed from the steam of the shower. He felt his cock twitch again, but he knew he needed to pace himself. He took a seat at the kitchen table, watching her hips sway as she worked. The intimacy of their morning tryst washed over him, feeling more natural than he could have ever imagined.

Aria turned to him with a plate of softer bacon and eggs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She placed it in front of him, and the sight of the food was almost as tempting as the thought of her mouth around him again. They sat in comfortable silence, the sound of their forks clinking against the plates and the occasional sizzle of the pan filling the space between them. The tension from the night before had morphed into something different, something more comfortable and familiar. It was as if their bodies had agreed on a silent pact to accept the newfound connection they had just discovered.

After breakfast, they both went about their day, doing their best to function as if everything was normal. But the electricity between them was palpable, a constant reminder of the secret they now shared. Aria caught herself looking at her father differently, her eyes lingering on his strong hands or the way his jeans hugged his hips. And she knew he felt it too; every time their gazes met, there was a spark, a silent promise of what was to come later that night.

Maverick decided he should take care of the chores outside, he had neglected the lawn for too long. Aria watched him from the kitchen window, her thoughts wandering to their earlier escapade. She felt a warmth spread through her, a mix of excitement and the satisfaction of knowing she had brought him to such heights of pleasure. As she rinsed the dishes, she could not help but remember the feeling of his mouth on her, the way he had devoured her like a starving man.

With a sly smile, she grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the kitchen, the sunlight from the window highlighting her naked form as she sat down. The coolness of the chair’s surface against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine. She spread her legs, giving herself a clear view of her reflection in the shiny kitchen counter. The sight of her own pussy made her wet again, the memory of his tongue on her making her clit throb with anticipation.

Aria’s hand slipped down to her core, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. She watched her reflection in the gleaming countertop as she began to stroke herself, her eyes glazed with desire. The sounds of her own pleasure mixed with the distant murmur of the lawnmower, creating a symphony of want that filled the room. She picked up her pace, her other hand squeezing her breast, her thumb circling her nipple. She imagined it was his rough hand, his calloused fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive flesh as he buried his face between her legs.

Maverick, oblivious to the show he was providing, pushed the mower back and forth across the lawn with a steady rhythm that mirrored Aria’s own movements. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his biceps bulged with each pass. The sight of him working hard outside, unaware of the effect he had on her, only added to her arousal. She spread her legs wider, giving herself a better view as she played with her clit. Her breath hitched, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.

The kitchen grew hotter, not just from the sun beating down on the windows, but from the heat building within her. She watched his every move, her eyes flicking from his strong, muscular back to the bulge in his pants. A part of her wished she were out there with him, her hands all over him, but this was her own private moment of indulgence. Her hand moved faster, her fingers slipping and sliding against her swollen flesh.

The friction grew more intense as she watched him push the mower back and forth, her imagination running wild. She pictured him coming inside, sweaty, and tired, only to find her like this, eager and waiting for him. She knew he would want her again, unable to resist the sight of her bare skin and the smell of her arousal. The thought of his cock, thick and hard, filling her up once more was almost excruciating.

Her orgasm built, a crescendo of pleasure that echoed the whine of the lawnmower outside. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, her toes curling as she approached the edge. The kitchen was silent except for her own ragged breaths and the distant drone of the engine. Her eyes never left her reflection, watching as her pussy swelled and pulsed with each stroke of her hand.

With a gasp, Aria climaxed, her hips bucking forward as she squirted all over the cold, tiled floor. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a warm gush that seemed to come from the very depths of her being. She leaned back in the chair, her head thrown back, riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. The sight of her own juices pooling on the floor sent another shiver through her, a delicious mix of taboo and liberation.

Maverick’s mower outside grew quieter, and she knew he was approaching the house. Panic set in, and she scurried to clean up her mess, using the towel she had draped over the chair to mop up the evidence of her masturbation. She wiped herself down quickly, the smell of her arousal still lingering heavily in the air. Her heart raced as she tried to compose herself, the adrenaline adding a thrill to the aftermath of her solo play.

The kitchen floor gleamed once more, but the scent of her desire remained, a potent reminder of what had just transpired. She sprayed air freshener, hoping it would mask the smell, but it only served to create a new layer of scent, mixing with the faint aroma of her juices. It was a provocative bouquet that filled her nose and made her stomach flutter with anticipation for when he would come in and smell it.

The door leading to the backyard swung open, and in walked Maverick, the scent of freshly cut grass and sweat mingling with the faint remnants of their passion. Aria’s heart skipped a beat as he paused, his nose twitching slightly as he took in the air. He glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on her before moving to the fridge.

“Aria, what’s that smell?” He asked, his voice gruff with curiosity.

Aria felt her cheeks flush, but she played it cool, “Just the air freshener, Daddy.” She replied, trying to sound casual as she took a sip of her water.

Maverick’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she could see the gears turning in his head. He knew her too well; she was terrible at hiding things from him. But instead of pushing the issue, he simply nodded and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, his eyes never leaving her.

The scent of her juices began to stir something inside of him, his cock twitching and starting to grow. He could not help but wonder what had gotten her so worked up while he was outside. The thought of her touching herself, thinking of him, was more than he could handle. He took a long drink of water, trying to quench the fire that had ignited in his loins.

“Aria, sweetheart, Baby Girl… I thought we had agreed to not lie to each other.” His voice was low, but it had a commanding tone that sent a shiver down her spine. He had noticed the fresh scent of arousal in the air, and the way her cheeks had flushed at his question.

Aria bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I… I just didn’t want you to know,” she purred, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maverick’s eyes darkened with desire, the smell of her arousal making his cock throb with need. “But now I do know,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “And it’s driving me wild.” He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek and lift her gaze to meet his. “What were you thinking about?”

Aria felt her heart race, the warmth of his hand sending a jolt through her body. “I was just… thinking about last night,” she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “And how much I want you again. Then seeing you outside…” She trailed off, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants.

Maverick’s cock grew harder, straining against the fabric of his shorts. The smell of her arousal had ignited a hunger in him that was only partially sated by their morning rendezvous. He stepped closer, his hand sliding from her cheek to her neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse point that hammered with anticipation. “You’re insatiable,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “But I can’t deny that I want you too.”

Aria’s eyes searched his, seeking reassurance and permission. His hand slid down her body, his fingers slipping under the towel that barely contained her. He found her nipple, hard and begging for his touch, and gave it a gentle squeeze. A gasp escaped her lips, her breath hitching in her throat. “Is this what you were thinking about?” he asked, his thumb circling the sensitive bud. “My hands on you?”

Her nod was all the invitation he needed. He dropped her towel, revealing her nakedness to the bright kitchen light. His eyes devoured her, lingering on the curves and valleys of her body that had brought him such pleasure the night before. His cock grew, straining against his own shorts, demanding to be free.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, stepping closer, his hand sliding down her body to cup her mound. Aria’s breath hitched as he gently parted her folds, his thumb brushing over her clit. She felt herself growing wetter, the evidence of her desire coating his hand.

Her own hand had strayed to his cock, her fingers tentative at first, but grew bolder as she stroked him. He was already hard, his length thick and hot in her hand. She watched his face, the way his eyes closed, and his jaw tightened with each stroke. It was an exhilarating feeling, knowing she had this power over him. She pulled his shorts down to completely expose his member. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his desire for her.

Without a word, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Maverick groaned, his eyes flying open to watch her as she worked her magic. Aria took him deep, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She could feel him growing in her mouth, his cock swelling with each suck and lick. It was intoxicating, the way he responded to her touch, the way he filled her mouth.

Her hand moved in tandem with her mouth, her fingertips teasing the base of his shaft, feeling his heartbeat through the engorged veins. She watched his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth gritted in pleasure. Aria felt a thrill run through her, knowing she had him in her power, that she could bring him to the brink with just her mouth.

But Maverick had other ideas. With a sudden, primal growl, he pulled away from her, his hand coming down to grip her wrist firmly. “It’s my turn,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. He spun her around, bending her over onto the kitchen table with surprising strength. The coldness of the surface sent a shock through her body, making her nipples pebble even harder against the table top.

Aria felt the heat of his body as he stepped behind and between her legs, his cock pressing against her thigh. He leaned in, his breath hot against the back of her neck as he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this, Baby.” His hand slid down her body, finding her wetness and plunging two thick fingers inside her without preamble. She gasped, her hips thrusting back to meet him, eager for more.

Maverick’s eyes never left body as he began to finger her, his movements slow and deliberate. She turned to see as his jaw tightened with the effort to maintain control, he adjust his position to the side of the table and Aria, so he can keep pressure on her back and still work her juicy flower.