4. Chapter 4 #2
I lean over, careful to keep my dick right where it is, scoop up the camera and take aim.
"God, my daughter's pussy is so welcoming to her Daddy. This will make the best Christmas card."
I shoot ten or a hundred frames, I'm not sure. She quivers and fights to be still until my own lust prevails and I set down the camera and bury myself into her sloppy heat.
She moans and I swear. Then I withdraw. She snarls at me. This girl who hid her face in my chest this morning has turned feral for her father's cock.
"You want this, baby girl?" I hold my dick in place, the pressure in my balls making it close to impossible to not blow she feels so fucking good. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You, Daddy. I belong to you." The words burst from her swollen lips in a rush as I drive into her in one stroke and swallow her scream with my mouth.
The feeling is... Christ. This feeling nearly puts me on the floor. She's tight, impossibly tight, clenching around my full length, and the wet heat of her is so intense my vision grays at the edges.
I hold still, buried to the root, my forehead pressed to hers, both of us panting.
"Mine," I grit against her lips. "This little girl pussy is mine. My daughter's pussy, saved for me. I'll never get enough of you."
"Yes, Daddy."
I withdraw, letting her feel every inch, and then thrust home again with a grunt of effort. She cries out, holding the position I put her in. Good girl. My good, obedient daughter, who lets me have her however I want.
I fuck her with deep, deliberate strokes that build in speed.
She's so tight, so wet, making such beautiful sounds.
Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lower my mouth to one, sucking her nipple between my teeth, biting gently, and she arches off the platform and clenches so hard she damn near snaps my dick off.
"Daddy—harder—please—"
I grab her hip with one hand and the edge of the platform with the other and give her what she's asking for.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
Grunt, Grunt. Grunt.
The platform scrapes against the concrete floor as I fuck into her with everything I have. The wet sound of my cock driving into her fills the studio. Obscene, rhythmic, primal, punctuated by her gasps and my growls and the slap of wet skin.
"That's it. Take all of your daddy's cock." I'm barely holding on. "You have any idea what you look like right now? Spread wide and so fucking willing with your hands behind your back, taking my cock like you were custom fitted just for my pleasure?"
"Show me." She's breathless, that mischievous smile tipping her swollen, pink lips. "Daddy, take a picture."
"Filthy girl." I reach for the camera again. I don't stop fucking her as I aim. Her body stretched out beneath me, my cock buried deep, her face a wreck of pleasure. Click. I slam back into her full force.
Click. Click.
She comes hard and sudden, her whole body seizing around me, her mouth open in a soundless scream as I catch the beautiful moment through the lens.
I fuck her through it, hitting the shutter as her pussy grips my shaft in pulses that nearly drag me under. Somehow, I hold my orgasm back and manage to hold on to the camera, grinding deep while she shakes, wringing every last contraction from her body before I pull back and start building again.
"One more, baby." My voice is shot but the thought of catching the vision of my daughter having an orgasm because of me is driving me beyond obsession. "Give me one more."
"No, Daddy, I can't— Please—"
I ignore her, hitching her thigh higher, changing the angle, and the sound she makes when I sink back in tells me she can. "There. Right there?"
"Oh god—right there—don't stop—"
Click. Click.
I fuck her at that angle, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. The orgasm builds in her face before it hits her body with a scream. She shakes her head, her brows creased, lips parted, neck and chest flushed as her nipples draw tight enough to cut glass.
"You want me to come inside you, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Good girl. Here's your prize, baby." I grind the words out between clenched teeth. "Daddy's gonna fill you up for being so good."
She comes again with such violence, I think she's gonna tear my dick off at the root.
I nearly drop the camera, but manage to settle it to safety next to her hip before I pin her to the platform with my body and stuff myself as deep as her tiny body will take then I nut hard.
The orgasm tears through me, my cock pulsing like a motherfucker, filling her with all that sticky, baby breeding cream. I come so hard my arms shake, my balls go numb.
Still, I can't stop grinding into her, working every last drop deeper because some animal part of my brain wants her full of me. Wants her dripping with me for the rest of her fucking life.
I stay inside her until some blood returns to my brain and realize I'm crushing her under me.
I rest my forehead against her collarbone, lifting my chest from hers, both of us heaving. As I pull out, sliding my cock against her thigh a rush of our warm mingling fluids rush out of her tight little hole.
"Spread wide, baby," I say, pushing on her knees with one hand while my other finds the camera again, needing another shot.
The perfect shot.
She shakes her head, but she has no strength to resist me. My good little daughter spreads wide, and a rush of my white cream seeps out of her as I bring the camera up to my face.
Click. Click. Click, again.
"So pretty," I whisper. "Now, if you ever doubt it, I can show you who you belong to."
She nods, her eyes closed and I set the camera down and pull her arms out from behind her back.
"Daddy loves you," I whisper as I pull her into my lap, as I think about developing these shots, about seeing them hung up in my dark room. "Even when it hurts, always remember that Daddy loves you, baby."