“Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me and fuck me good.”
“It’s time to give my angel what she wants, what we both want,” he says, his head snapping back forward as he eases the head inside me.
The prick of pain is intense and I inhale a breath of air, holding it as every part of my body feels like it’s being filled.
And then suddenly I’m filled more as he thrusts everything he’s got inside me, filling me so deep I feel the tip of his rod bottom out inside me.
I yell something incoherent as my walls are already trying to milk him for all his seed.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he moans. “And such a greedy little pussy.”
He fists my hair, pulling it back as his other hand slaps my ass, leaving a red mark no doubt, before his hand comes around and grabs me by the hip as he begins pulling my body back into his as he slams in and out of me in rhythm, his balls flopping up underneath and slapping my clit as he claims my innocence from behind.
I grit my teeth and brace myself for the thrashing that feels oh so good. The single tear that fell when he first entered me is long gone, replaced by a pleasure so deep I didn’t know I was capable of experiencing.
I feel like when I come again I’m going to melt into a puddle…if and when I have permission to release. Daddy’s in complete control of everything…my pleasure, my safety, my well-being in all ways. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Fill me up with your hot sticky come, Daddy.”
He drives into me, finding an even faster speed as he slaps my ass again as he gives me his wide girth causing me to crawl at the boat cushions below.
“Naughty girl,” he reminds me as he slaps my ass over and over again. “Daddy’s going to put you over his knee later, but first…” His words trail off as he grunts, his other hand grabbing my other hip and he really lets loose, fucking me with reckless abandon.
I feel weightless, boneless, like a rag doll as he has his way with me as his come-filled balls continue to slap my clit to the point I can’t hold back much longer.
My jaw clenches as my forearms tighten, his big body doing whatever he wants with mine…which is exactly what I want too.
Suddenly he bends forward, biting the back of my neck like a lion does when it mates and then whispers in my ear. “Come for Daddy, little one,” before nibbling my earlobe. “Come for Daddy if you like his big cock filling you up, his seed breeding you, and your belly getting big with his baby.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, but his words only intensify that tsunami in my stomach that was already cresting.
I explode on his rod.
“Come on Daddy’s dick,” he shouts and I do exactly that as his body stills and then he thrusts twice more, flexing his hips forward just before he unleashes a volcanic eruption inside me, one so tense I lurch forward, my body never having known what this could be like as my pussy drinks up his warm seed.
My back arches more, instinctively pushing my ass in the air
so his gift has nowhere to go but to stay down, inside me, making sure I’m carrying his firstborn as I milk him even more, feeling his thick white ropes being thrown inside me as I deplete everything in his balls.
Suddenly his big body collapses on top of mine, two breathless souls miles from humanity trying to catch our breath. He rolls onto his side, pulling me in close, cuddling me just as he said he would as I snuggle into his big muscles, his dick still inside me.
“This feels almost as good as the naughty thing we just did, Daddy.”
“It wasn’t naughty, sweetheart. It was natural,” he says calmly into my neck. His big hand comes around cupping my small breast as he rolls my nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“What names do you like?”
“Yeah, we have to do something about that. We have to come up with a name for the boat so you stop referring to her as a…well, her. I should be the only girl in your life.”
“I was talking about our baby, and our first could be a little girl.” He pauses. “But you’ll always be Daddy’s little girl…in other ways.”
A smile covers my face from side to side, the thought of my belly swelling big and carrying a child has my face glowing off the reflection from the moon on the water.
“It doesn’t matter as long as he or she is happy and healthy.”
“Or maybe they?”
“Come again?” I ask before I realize the double entendre.