The plane shuddered violently, the engine sputtering as if gasping for its last breath. Sam’s hands tightened on the controls, his jaw clenching as he fought to steady the aircraft. Next to him, Ryleigh’s wide green eyes darted between him and the controls, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of her seat. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in a storm.“It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was calm, steady, but his heart was racing. He called out their mayday, forcing himself to sound composed even as the ground rushed up to meet them. The last thing he saw before impact was Ryleigh’s face, pale and scared, before everything went black.When he came to, the smell of burning fuel and metal filled his nostrils. His head throbbed, and pain shot through his side as he shifted in the pilot’s seat. Ryleigh. He turned sharply, panic flooding him as he saw her slumped in the passenger seat, a cut on her forehead trickling blood down her cheek. “Ryleigh! Baby girl, come on, talk to Daddy.” His hands shook as he unbuckled himself and reached for her, his fingers pressing against her neck. A faint pulse. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. The tail of the plane was engulfed in flames.He moved quickly, unbuckling her harness and lifting her limp body into his arms. He knew this terrain—there was a cave nearby. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his side, he carried her to safety, laying her gently on the cool stone floor. The fire he built was small but enough to keep them warm. He went back to the wreckage, grabbing what supplies he could before the flames consumed everything.When he returned, Ryleigh was stirring. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with fear. “Daddy…?” Her voice was soft, fragile, and it broke his heart.“It’s okay, baby girl. We’re safe now. Just a little accident, but we’re safe.” He knelt beside her, brushing the hair from her face. She trembled, tears pooling in her eyes.“I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice cracking.Sam laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her shaking frame. “Daddy’s here. I’ve got you.” His hands moved up and down her arms, trying to warm her, to comfort her. But as he felt her soft skin under his fingertips, something stirred inside him—something he hadn’t felt before. No, he told himself. She’s your daughter. She’s just a kid.At sixteen, she was beautiful, innocent, and utterly dependent on him in this moment. His body betrayed him, his cock twitching as his hand brushed against her back. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, his lips lingering longer than they should have. When her green eyes looked up at him, filled with trust and something else—something unspoken—he couldn’t stop himself. His lips found hers in a tender, chaste kiss.She moaned softly into his mouth, and that was all it took for his resolve to crumble. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until they parted for him. “Daddy…” she breathed, her voice trembling but not with fear this time.“Will you keep me warm?” Her hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it off. “Body heat will keep us warm.” She pulled her own shirt off, her breasts spilling free as she removed her bra. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her, his desire outweighing any sense of guilt or shame.“You’re so beautiful, baby girl.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Ryleigh gasped, arching into him as her hands tangled in his hair.“Daddy… yes…” Her voice was a sultry whisper, sending a jolt of heat straight to his cock.His hands moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her legs. She did the same for him, her small hands trembling as she freed his hard length from his boxers. This is wrong, a voice in the back of his mind whispered. But it feels so right.“Daddy wants you,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I want your wet pussy on my cock.”“Yes, Daddy.” Her words were barely audible, but they were all the permission he needed.He positioned himself between her legs, guiding his cock to her entrance. She was tight, virginally so, and he pushed in slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he broke through her barrier, but he kissed them away, murmuring soothing words into her ear. “Daddy’s got you, baby girl.”As she relaxed around him, he thrust deeper, groaning at the feel of her warmth enveloping him. “Fuck… you’re so tight for Daddy.” His hips moved rhythmically, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Ryleigh’s soft whimpers turned to moans as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.“Daddy… Daddy…” Her voice was ragged, desperate, as she neared her peak.“Come for me, baby girl.” His thrusts became harder, faster, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed around him as she cried out his name, her walls clamping down on his cock.That was all it took for him to lose control. With a guttural groan, he spilled inside her, his seed filling her as he held her tightly against him. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in sync.“Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Ryleigh whispered, her voice soft and sweet.Sam kissed her forehead, his lips lingering as he murmured, “You’ll always be my baby girl.”They lay there in silence for a moment before Ryleigh shifted slightly beneath him. “Daddy… I want more.” Her eyes met his, filled with a hunger that mirrored his own.Sam hesitated for only a second before growling low in his chest, “Whatever my baby girl wants.” He rolled her onto her back

The plane crashed after a struggle to keep it steady. After the crash, Sam carried Ryleigh to safety and tended to her. Sam and Ryleigh had sex.

The plane shuddered violently, the engine sputtering as if gasping for its last breath. Sam’s hands tightened on the controls, his jaw clenching as he fought to steady the aircraft. Next to him, Ryleigh’s wide green eyes darted between him and the controls, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of her seat. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in a storm.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was calm, steady, but his heart was racing. He called out their mayday, forcing himself to sound composed even as the ground rushed up to meet them. The last thing he saw before impact was Ryleigh’s face, pale and scared, before everything went black.

When he came to, the smell of burning fuel and metal filled his nostrils. His head throbbed, and pain shot through his side as he shifted in the pilot’s seat. Ryleigh. He turned sharply, panic flooding him as he saw her slumped in the passenger seat, a cut on her forehead trickling blood down her cheek. “Ryleigh! Baby girl, come on, talk to Daddy.” His hands shook as he unbuckled himself and reached for her, his fingers pressing against her neck. A faint pulse. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. The tail of the plane was engulfed in flames.

He moved quickly, unbuckling her harness and lifting her limp body into his arms. He knew this terrain—there was a cave nearby. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his side, he carried her to safety, laying her gently on the cool stone floor. The fire he built was small but enough to keep them warm. He went back to the wreckage, grabbing what supplies he could before the flames consumed everything.

When he returned, Ryleigh was stirring. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with fear. “Daddy…?” Her voice was soft, fragile, and it broke his heart.

“It’s okay, baby girl. We’re safe now. Just a little accident, but we’re safe.” He knelt beside her, brushing the hair from her face. She trembled, tears pooling in her eyes.

“I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Sam laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her shaking frame. “Daddy’s here. I’ve got you.” His hands moved up and down her arms, trying to warm her, to comfort her. But as he felt her soft skin under his fingertips, something stirred inside him—something he hadn’t felt before. No, he told himself. She’s your daughter. She’s just a kid.

At sixteen, she was beautiful, innocent, and utterly dependent on him in this moment. His body betrayed him, his cock twitching as his hand brushed against her back. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, his lips lingering longer than they should have. When her green eyes looked up at him, filled with trust and something else—something unspoken—he couldn’t stop himself. His lips found hers in a tender, chaste kiss.

She moaned softly into his mouth, and that was all it took for his resolve to crumble. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until they parted for him. “Daddy…” she breathed, her voice trembling but not with fear this time.

“Will you keep me warm?” Her hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it off. “Body heat will keep us warm.” She pulled her own shirt off, her breasts spilling free as she removed her bra. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her, his desire outweighing any sense of guilt or shame.

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Ryleigh gasped, arching into him as her hands tangled in his hair.

“Daddy… yes…” Her voice was a sultry whisper, sending a jolt of heat straight to his cock.

His hands moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her legs. She did the same for him, her small hands trembling as she freed his hard length from his boxers. This is wrong, a voice in the back of his mind whispered. But it feels so right.

“Daddy wants you,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I want your wet pussy on my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her words were barely audible, but they were all the permission he needed.

He positioned himself between her legs, guiding his cock to her entrance. She was tight, virginally so, and he pushed in slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he broke through her barrier, but he kissed them away, murmuring soothing words into her ear. “Daddy’s got you, baby girl.”

As she relaxed around him, he thrust deeper, groaning at the feel of her warmth enveloping him. “Fuck… you’re so tight for Daddy.” His hips moved rhythmically, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Ryleigh’s soft whimpers turned to moans as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.

“Daddy… Daddy…” Her voice was ragged, desperate, as she neared her peak.

“Come for me, baby girl.” His thrusts became harder, faster, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed around him as she cried out his name, her walls clamping down on his cock.

That was all it took for him to lose control. With a guttural groan, he spilled inside her, his seed filling her as he held her tightly against him. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in sync.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Ryleigh whispered, her voice soft and sweet.

Sam kissed her forehead, his lips lingering as he murmured, “You’ll always be my baby girl.”

They lay there in silence for a moment before Ryleigh shifted slightly beneath him. “Daddy… I want more.” Her eyes met his, filled with a hunger that mirrored his own.

Sam hesitated for only a second before growling low in his chest, “Whatever my baby girl wants.” He rolled her onto her back

A seasoned pilot and his daughter, an experienced copilot, face a harrowing plane crash that leaves them stranded and injured in a remote area. As they struggle to survive, their bond deepens into a forbidden and incestuous relationship, exploring themes of taboo desire, protection, and the complexities of familial love.

Daddy's Forbidden Embrace

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