I wasn't moving anymore. I shook my head, my jaw tight, holding onto the last thread of control as I looked down at her. "No, Angel. I told you. I can't. I'm your father. I won't ruin you like that."

But Angel wasn't listening to my "no" anymore. She reached down, her small fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing rod of my cock. She guided it herself, pressing the hot, blunt head against her wet slit. She started to move her hips in a slow, grinding circle, keeping the pace. She was forced to arch her back to keep the contact, her chest heaving as she stared into my eyes.