“Of, fuck, like that, like that. Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I grunted at him, my voice taking on a lusty, fiery rumble. “Oh, don’t you dare fucking stop!”
He didn’t. He fucked me. He fucked me harder, faster. His cock stretched my pussy like no other, made me feel like nothing else ever had, nothing else ever could.
“Oh, shit,” I hissed, feeling myself ascending, edging closer to that precipice. He sensed it, and his pistoning took on an added intensity.
“Fuck,” I breathed, looking up at him, biting my lower lip. He was so handsome. He was so hot. God, nothing else in the world was as good as being fucked by my Daddy! Nothing!
“Ugh,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I climaxed, reached my crisis. Bliss erupted within me. My whole body flex, rigid, like I was some still life model of what pure pleasure looked like. I clenched around his rod as heavenly sensation coursed through my nerves, and he just kept going, kept fucking, and it made my orgasm last for even longer.
My sex was on fire, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt. I heard him groan, and I looked at my Daddy, my pussy so still shaking and clenching.
“Come inside me,” I told him. “Fill me up.”
He nodded, and lowered himself and kissed me hard, before lifting up starting to really fuck me hard. It wasn’t long before I saw his body tightening up, and saw his face bunched up in pleasure. He thrust one more time, and then his huge rod twitched and flexed inside me, and he groaned and I moaned, and he filled me up with his surging, sticky seed.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting again and again, driving himself into me right to the hilt again and again. I felt him flex inside me three or four times before he finally stopped, and I knew that he must have ejaculated a whole cupful into my tight little canal.
He collapsed on top of me then, and I held him, his sweaty body against mine, his heat radiating into me. I was panting into his ear, and he into mine, and he kissed my neck and my shoulders.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” I told him, holding him tighter, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his back.
“You were amazing,” he said, kissing me.
“I love you, Daddy.”
He looked at me, wiping away hair form my eyes, creating a parting at my forehead, and then kissing it. “I love you, too, baby.”
We lay together on the sofa for a long time. He just held me, and I held him back, and basked in the aftermath of what had been such a release, something so needed.
“Hey, Daddy,” I asked after a while, and he kissed my neck before leaning up to look at me. I could feel him still hard inside me. Rock hard.
“What, Lexi?”
“What if I get pregnant?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Because,” I said, counting the days off in my head. “I’m like twelve days away from my period. That’s like… ovulation time.”
“What if you get pregnant?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But if I do, will we tell Mum?”
“She’ll find out eventually.”
“We could lie.”
“We could,” he said, kissing me. “But don’t worry. She won’t find out.”
“Right,” I said with a laugh. “And it’s not like I’m even pregnant yet!” I
squeezed myself around his rod, and he responded by clenching, and I felt his dick twitch inside me. I laughed. “Ready to go again?” I asked.
“Hell yes.”
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