"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned deliriously.
Phil forced himself to stop. It took every ounce of his self-control; he was so damned close! He pulled his throbbing c**k out of her wet embrace and kissed the back of his daughter's neck.
"Good morning, Pumpkin," he murmured. Then he rolled to a sitting position. "Sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom."
Once he started walking away from the bed, he really did urgently need to urinate. He hustled into the bathroom and sighed as he relieved his bladder. Then he shook his head as he recalled waking up. It had felt so incredible! He congratulated himself for his iron control in that extraordinary situation. After all, this wasn't something that could continue. Last night had to be a one-time thing that he and his daughter would soon put behind them.
