2. Chapter 2 #3
I grit my teeth as she raises her nipple to my lips. As I suck it in, my heart beats like a drum and I pound through the rest of her resistance and go for broke.
Third stroke, fourth and somewhere in between, the guilt and the want stop being separate things. They fuse. Worship or damnation I don't fucking care all I can think about is coming inside my daughter's pussy.
"Look at you." I mumble around a mouth full of her soft flesh, going harder now, dragging against the spot that makes her scream, and my voice is ragged. I set her nipple free. "Taking Daddy's cock like you were born for it. Which you were." Her legs pull me tighter. Her eyes stream.
"Yes — " She grabs my face with both hands and forces me to look at her and her eyes are wet and she's smiling and it is the most devastating thing I have ever seen. "Yes, Daddy, I want it — I want you — "
The correction. Not it. You.
"You want to come on my cock." I hiss dropping my weight forward and slamming into her.
There's no restraint left in me. I pump, pump, pump my hips like a rabid teenager in the back of a pick-up getting his first taste of pussy.
My voice belongs to the man I've kept locked away for too fucking long.
"Come for Daddy. I'll fill this pussy up with a special prize. You want that?"
I clutch her throat in my palm, wrapping rough fingers around her windpipe and squeeze.
That makes her cinch around me, her eyes wide but a rush of slick nectar meets my shaft as I bury my thickness against her cervix. "Yes — god — yes, please — "
Her pussy clamps down and she buries her scream in my shoulder and bites and the pain spikes through the pleasure and I grit my teeth and fuck her through it because I am nowhere close to done and because stopping means thinking and I am not ready for that. Not yet. Not sure I'll ever be.
"Turn over." I pull back and catch my breath. I need more and I need a second or I'm gonna nut. "This way my cum will be deep and you'll stay like this while it finds its way into your tummy, baby."
She obeys without hesitation. Rolls onto her stomach, lifts her hips — sweatshirt rucked to her ribs, bare from the waist down, swollen and dripping — and I run my hand down the length of her spine grabbing her stretched out panties and ripping them from her hips.
I slide in without softness and she gasps and fists the cushion and I'm deeper this way, deep enough that a sound punches out of her on every stroke.
God, how I wish I had my camera to record this moment.
"This is what you came here for." I grip the back of her neck. Hard enough that she knows who's holding her and land a hard slap directly onto her ass this time. "Not just a place to crash."
"Yes." She rocks back into me, greedy and graceless, and the sight of her driving herself onto my cock wrecks me more than anything she's said. The slick streaks of pink around my girth make my chest sing with primal pride. "I wanted you since I was too young for it to be right."
"I know." I lean down and press my mouth to her ear. Hand slipping to the front of her throat again. "You have no idea how long I've thought about what I'd do if I got you underneath me."
"Daddy, I'm gonna come again— "
"Then come. Come on this cock and take every fucking drop I'm giving you."
She comes and drags me over with her.
"You're making Daddy come now. I want you to feel it when it spurts inside you. I've waited so long. So, fucking long."
Her pussy walls milk me at the root, her breasts swaying and hanging low as I pile drive every inch up against her womb.
"My daughter is the best fuck of my life." I roar and her orgasm re-doubles as her body sucks the cum from my balls.
My orgasm tears through me and I bury myself to the hilt and hold and the sound I make against the back of her neck isn't language.
I spill inside her in shuddering waves, hips jerking, and she pushes back into me through every one, her body milking me, refusing to waste a drop, and the deliberate greed of it whites out my vision at the edges.
"You like Daddy coming inside you, don't you? You like knowing you do this to me. Daddy's coming now, he's coming inside you—"
My climax murders any rational thought that I have left. My little girl, my Wren is taking everything I have to give as I roar and curse turning us from what we were, into something else. Something primal and wrong and right and dark and light.
When I finally look down, my cum slides down her thigh and I stare at it longer than a sane man would.
I gather her against my chest still buried inside her forcing away the thoughts that this is wrong.
That morality somehow comes into play here.
She's fucking shaking and panting. I press my mouth between her shoulder blades and breathe her in and let myself have this for exactly as long as it lasts.
"Stay," I say. It means something different now.
She reaches down under her body and cups my balls with a soft squeeze. I fucking love this girl and I know, the outside world will come calling but right now, the fantasy is lost inside the reality and I'll turn heaven into hell to keep her with me. Forever.