"But I'll be your whore, Daddy," she moans as my cock continues to stimulate her nerve clusters.
"I've made you my fucking nympho," I grunt.
"I love it, Daddy," she says with a drawl that I can tell is caused from the pleasure of my cock.
I want her to be as dirty as she wants with me. To do the nastiest things with. Things that we'll never tell anyone else. But keep secret between us.
I'll tell her every single fucking fantasy I have. And I'll make hers come true.
She begins to push her ass up at me, meeting my thrusts.
Fuck, I can't keep this going much longer if she does it. I thought I was satisfied from yesterday. But it's like she's my fucking drug.
I mean, look at it. I've given up everything to be with her.
And I'd do it all over again.
Becca turns her head as much as she can to look at me. She can only manage from the side of her vision but her eyes are clouded with lust.
"You're not supposed to do this to your baby girl," she says with a lascivious smile. "I want you to cum inside of me."
"Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'll cum right now," I manage to say despite the fact that my nuts are starting to twist and my heart is beating rapidly.
"Cum inside me now, Daddy," she moans as her eyes roll back into her head. I feel her body tremble and shake and her pussy walls grasp onto my cock and start squeezing it.
Fuck, I'm being milked. And I can't take it anymore.
I explode with the power of my seed, shooting deep inside of her.
My vision blurs and I can't stop.
Pleasure courses from the tip of my cock through my body as I keep pistoning in and out of Becca and she keeps meeting my thrusts with movement o
f her own.
She can't stop either. Our muscles have begun to work involuntarily.
The pleasure turns to shuddering. I've cum almost a quart of fucking cum into her and my nerves are raw. A few final strokes send shudders down my spine and I stop.
Becca is sprawled on the bed again, breathing heavily.
I pull out of her and join her.
Immediately, my seed spills out of her. It's overflowing like a dam.
I came so much. It's a wonder that she doesn't get...
"Mason," Becca says, turning to me and cuddling against my chest. "I have something to tell you that I was going to tell you last night...before everything happened."
I look at her. She can tell me anything she wants.
"I'm here for you, baby girl," I tell her.
She looks me in the eyes. Those wide, beautiful doe-eyes.
"I'm pregnant," she says simply. I can tell her eyes are intently searching my face to see what my reaction is going to be.
I mean, fuck, think about why she'd be worried, okay?