Chapter Five
I gave Kennedy a few minutes to drink her water and catch her breath, but my hands never left her body. I kept stroking her thighs, occasionally pushing two fingers back into her cum-filled pussy just to feel how full she was. She shivered and whimpered softly every time.
“Come on, baby girl,” I said, lifting her off the counter and into my arms. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I carried her into the living room and laid her down on the thick rug in front of the big stone fireplace. The power had gone out again, so I quickly built a fire. Warm orange light soon danced across her skin as she lay there watching me, legs slightly spread, my cum still slowly leaking from her.
I stripped off my shorts and knelt between her thighs, kissing up her body slowly — calves, inner thighs, stomach, tits — until I reached her mouth. The kiss was deep and hungry. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me.
“Ride Daddy, Kennedy,” I murmured against her lips. “Let me watch you take every inch.”
She straddled me eagerly, reaching between us to line up my thick cock with her dripping entrance. She sank down slowly, moaning loudly as I stretched her again. The firelight made everything look even filthier — her tits bouncing slightly, my cock disappearing into her cum-slick pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so deep like this,” she breathed, starting to roll her hips. I gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode me.
I sat up slightly, leaning against the couch behind me so I could suck on her tits while she moved. I bit down gently on one nipple, then the other, making her gasp and grind harder. My hands slid up her back and into her hair, tugging her head back so I could kiss and bite along her throat.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised, voice low. “Look at you — riding Daddy’s cock like you were born for it. So fucking full of my cum already and still greedy for more.”
Kennedy moaned, picking up speed. She braced her hands on my chest and started bouncing properly, taking me deep with every drop. The wet sounds of her pussy were obscene in the quiet moments between thunderclaps.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she confessed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “I used to touch myself every night thinking about you sneaking into my room and fucking me raw… breeding me… making me yours.”
Her words made me growl. I thrust up hard to meet her, one hand wrapping around her throat again while the other slapped her ass. “You’re mine now, baby. This pussy belongs to Daddy. I’m going to keep filling you until it takes. Until you’re carrying my baby and no one else can ever have you.”
The filthy promise pushed her over the edge.
She came hard, crying out “Daddy!” as her pussy spasmed around me.
I flipped us suddenly so she was on her back again, pinned beneath me.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and fucked her through her orgasm with deep, powerful strokes, chasing my own release.
With a guttural groan I buried myself as deep as possible and came, flooding her with another heavy load. I kept thrusting lazily afterward, pushing the cum deeper while we both caught our breath in the firelight.
Kennedy looked up at me with soft, satisfied eyes and whispered, “I don’t want this storm to ever end.”
I rolled us onto our sides facing each other. The fire crackled warmly beside us, casting flickering light across her flushed skin. I pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her back while my other hand gently stroked her hair.
“Me neither, baby girl,” I murmured against her lips. I kissed her slowly — deep, intimate kisses that tasted like need and something dangerously close to more. She melted into it, her tongue sliding lazily against mine as her fingers traced patterns on my chest.
We stayed like that for a long time, just kissing and whispering between breaths. My cock was still nestled inside her, twitching occasionally whenever she clenched around me.
“What are we going to do when the storm stops?” she asked quietly, nuzzling into my neck. “Dad can never know… but I don’t think I can pretend this didn’t happen.”
I kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, then her lips again. “We’ll figure it out. For now, you’re mine. This cabin, this storm… it’s ours.” My hand slid down to cup her ass, holding her tighter against me. “And I’m nowhere near done filling you up, Kennedy.”
She shivered and let out a soft, contented sigh. “Good. I love feeling you leak out of me… knowing Daddy claimed me over and over.”
We kept talking in low voices — her confessing more of her secret fantasies, me admitting how many times I’d had to walk away hard because of her.
The conversation stayed intimate and filthy in equal measure, punctuated by slow, lazy kisses and gentle rocking of my hips that kept my cock stirring inside her.
Eventually her breathing grew slower and deeper. She tucked her face into my chest, one leg thrown over my hip so she stayed wrapped around me, my cock still nestled warmly inside her. Her arm curled around my side as she drifted off, safe and exhausted in my arms.
I stayed awake a little longer, listening to the rain and feeling her heartbeat against mine, my hand gently stroking her back.
This was dangerous. This was wrong.
And I already knew I wasn’t going to give her up.