“You understand this might be hard at first…people seeing us, seeing you pregnant and thinking you’re my daughter and not my wife.”
“I’m not your wife.”
“Not yet, but you’re going to be damn soon. Really soon.”
“Ok. I don’t care what other people think. As long as we’re happy.”
“Atta girl.”
I slide a hand under her lower back, lifting her midsection up so it’s pressing into me. I can feel the cream from her pussy already dripping out of her and I quickly take my other hand and run two fingers straight up her folds, drying her and then inserting those fingers into my mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head as I lick my fingers dry, hungry for more but needing to breed her first. My cock is dripping like a broken faucet and I need to get this first load, this first gift, inside her before it comes out too soon.
I fist my shaft, tap her clit with my crown and she moans. Running the tip through her virgin flesh she thrusts her hips upward, her body greedy for this big dick that I’ve been saving for her and only her.
I continue scissoring my rod through her folds until she’s at the brink herself, her hands releasing the comforter and grabbing my back, her nails digging into my flesh.
I nip at her neckline and then tug at her earlobe, my cock needing to be buried to the hilt inside her. Fisting the fucker I line it up to her opening and she sucks in a big breath of air and I can’t tell if she’s terrified or willing herself into doing this.
At the same moment my lips come crashing down on hers, hard, as I claim her mouth while my cock enters her pussy, claiming her innocence in the same breath, although her body has completely stilled.
“Breathe, my little virgin,” I say.
“Da—ddy. I’m. Not. A virgin anymore.”
“That’s right,” I smirk. “You’re mine.”
She whimpers and wiggles underneath me, and I can see the look on her face and know she’s uncomfortable.
“Daddy’s not hurting you is he?”
“No Daddy. Deeper.”
Slowly I slide in a bit more, moving out and then back into the same depth a few times more before sliding in a fraction deeper. No way am I going to hurt her or even potentially tear something. But we need to push past this pain…together. If she only remembers the pain this won’t be a good experience for her, or something to look back on fondly.
I kiss the side of her neck and then take her nipple in my mouth, her upper back arching into my face as I clamp down hard, sucking her chest.
“Give that nipple to Daddy just like you’re giving him your virgin pussy, my good little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m all yours, but you’re so…so big. It’s hard.”
“Oh, Daddy is hard all right, and it’s all your fault.”
“Are you going to spank me Daddy.”
“Like this?” I ask rocking our bodies to the side exposing a cheek so I can give it a quick slap.
“Oh yeah,” she moans. “Again.”
I give my baby girl what she wants and it’s as if a light switch has been flipped. There’s no more pain mixed with pleasure, only absolute satisfaction written all over her face and on full display by her body language.
I slap her little ass again and her hand comes around grabbing my wrist and trying to hold it there. No way in hell she’s strong enough for me, but I play along, leaving my hand on her globe and kneading her ass meat through my fingers.
These spankings have me even more fired up than I already was and before I realize what’s happening I feel my cock pressing against her womb and the feeling of all that stimulation on the tip of my crown has me on the edge.
“I’m close, little princess, but you need to come first like I said. Your needs always come first, so come…come on Daddy’s cock. Squeeze his big cock with your tight little pussy,” I command.
“Oh fuck, Daddy,” she breaths out, displaying a side of her vocabulary I wasn’t sure even existed in such an innocent girl.