Chapter Four
The storm showed no signs of stopping, and neither did we. After a few minutes of catching our breath, I felt Kennedy shift restlessly against me. She was still leaking my cum, thighs slick with it.
“I’m thirsty,” she whispered with a shy little smile, “and starving.”
I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Stay here. I’ll get us something.”
I pulled on a pair of loose shorts and headed downstairs. The power had flickered back on at some point, casting a warm glow through the cabin. I was in the kitchen filling two glasses with water when I heard soft footsteps behind me.
Kennedy had followed me down wearing nothing but my oversized gray t-shirt. It barely covered her ass, and I could see fresh cum still trickling down the inside of her thigh. My cock twitched back to life immediately.
“Couldn’t wait?” I asked, voice already rough again.
She shook her head, biting her lip as she hopped up to sit on the edge of the kitchen island, legs dangling. The move made the t-shirt ride up completely, exposing her glistening, cum-filled pussy. She spread her thighs a little wider, giving me a perfect view.
“I missed you already, Daddy.”
I set the glasses down and stepped between her legs, kissing her hard and deep.
My hands roamed under the shirt, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples until she moaned into my mouth.
I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, pushed her thighs wider, and buried my face in her messy cunt.
I licked and sucked greedily, tasting both of us mixed together.
Kennedy gasped, one hand gripping my hair while the other braced on the counter.
I devoured her — long licks, sucking on her clit, pushing my tongue inside her to scoop out more of my own cum.
The filthy act made her whimper and grind against my face.
When she was shaking and close, I stood up, freed my rock-hard cock, and rubbed it along her slick folds.
“Beg for it,” I ordered.
“Please, Daddy,” she breathed, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck me again. Fill me up more. I want to feel you dripping out of me for days.”
I thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself balls-deep. The new position on the island let me hit even deeper. I fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, gripping her ass to pull her onto me.
I spanked her ass sharply. “Such a greedy little girl. Taking Daddy’s cock in the kitchen like a slut.”
Kennedy moaned louder, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Only for you. I’ve wanted you to ruin me for so long… wanted you to breed me since I was old enough to know what that meant.”
I lifted her off the island, spun her around, and bent her over it. Her tits pressed against the cool countertop as I slammed back into her from behind. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine deeply while I railed her with long, punishing thrusts.
I leaned over her, biting down hard on the junction of her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin. Kennedy cried out in pleasure. My free hand slid up to wrap around her throat, applying firm, controlled pressure as I pounded into her.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growled against her ear, lunging deep with every thrust. “Take Daddy’s cock like the filthy little slut you are for me.”
The combination of my hand in her hair, the chokehold on her throat, and my teeth grazing her skin had her pushing back desperately, meeting every brutal stroke. I spanked her ass repeatedly, turning it pink as I fucked her harder.
“You want Daddy’s baby?” I panted, tightening my grip on her throat just enough to make her moan louder. “Want me to knock up my best friend’s daughter right here on the kitchen counter while I choke you?”
“Yes—fuck, Daddy!” she gasped, voice strained from the choke and the pounding. “Breed me. Fill me until it sticks!”
I released her throat, grabbed both hips, and fucked her with savage, lunging thrusts — deep, powerful, and relentless. The wet slap of skin and the obscene squelching of my cum being forced deeper filled the kitchen. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously.
Kennedy came with a shattered scream, her entire body shaking as her pussy clamped down hard around me.
The intense squeezing dragged my own orgasm out of me.
I buried myself to the hilt and roared, pumping thick, hot jets of cum deep into her womb for the third time.
I kept grinding and thrusting through it, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
When I finally pulled out, a heavy gush of cum poured from her wrecked hole onto the floor. Kennedy’s legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand.
I turned her around, lifted her onto the counter, and kissed her slow and deep while we both caught our breath.
“Drink your water, baby girl,” I murmured, still stroking her thighs. “You’re going to need your strength.”