Chapter 7
“Harder, Daddy, harder. I want you to fuck your baby girl harder!”
I couldn’t control myself now. I was shaking wildly, my knees.
knocking together from pleasure. Sensations I had never known
were flooding me. The idea of my own father fucking me was
the greatest, the hottest, the dirtiest feeling I had ever known.
I reached a hand behind my head and tangled my fingers in my
father’s hair, arching my back and tilting my hips so that he could drive his cock in deeper. He was thrusting more forcefully,
each stroke more powerful, sending shockwave after
shockwave through my young, inexperienced body.
“Harder, harder,” I begged.
My father pounded his cock into my tight pussy. His slippery shaft felt incredible against my engorged lips, my juices wetting my thighs, each thrust creating a loud slurping sound as my cunt sucked at his cock. I could feel a second orgasm welling up within me. All I could think of was coming together with my father. As the first waves of my second, more intense
orgasm gripped my body and my pussy tightened around his thick cock, I screamed out to the ceiling, possessed by pleasure:
Daddy! I want to feel your come deep inside of me!”
My father’s body tensed against mine, though his hips did not slow. As my labia slurped at his shaft, I felt his cock quiver and he growled and gave a particularly powerful thrust and then a hot spurt of semen shot into me. The feeling of his warm come exploding deep into my womb, the feeling of my father coming inside of me while I came on him, immediately redoubled my pleasure. It felt so good I thought I was going to pass out.
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I screamed. “I’m coming for you. I’m coming
for you.”
My father thrusted again and again, with each stroke another spurt of semen shooting into me. Hot rope after hot rope filled me, juice trickling from between my labia and running down the
back of my thigh onto the bed. My father held me tight against him as he thrusted, pressing hard to keep his cock inside of me
as I contracted tight around it.
“Baby…” he moaned. “Oh, my darling Leah…”
His orgasm lasted for almost thirty seconds. I didn’t think he would ever stop coming, nor did I want him to. I loved this feeling of father and daughter coming together, of our bodies.
joined together as the most powerful sensation I had ever
known ripped through me. Finally, my father gave a final thrust,
his hips grinding to a halt.
Aside from the storm raging outside, the only sound that could
be heard as we lay still in the dark apartment was our heavy breathing. I smiled, jerking every now and then as the last of my orgasm coursed through me.
My father’s body relaxed against mine, his hand cupping my
breast but no longer massaging it. I wiggled my hips and we
both gave a jerk and I giggled.
“Daddy, that was amazing.”
My father raised his head and kissed my cheek. I turned my
head back until my lips met his and our tongues swirled
together. I kept my ass flush against his pelvis, wanting to keep
him inside of me forever.
“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?” I asked, breaking away from our kiss and nuzzling his cheek. I wriggled my body against his, reaching a hand down between my legs to stroke his tight ball sac and feel where his cock disappeared between my tender lips. My father laughed quietly.
“I think I can stay another night, darling.”
“I never want you to leave. I want to spend every night just like this. Oh, I
love how you feel inside of me.”
I stroked his testicles again, pleased with the way he groaned as
I did. “I never want to leave either, sweetheart.”
“You’re my dream, Daddy.”
“You’re my dream too, darling. I love you. Thank you for giving
me your first.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy. I want you to be every
other time too.”
I relaxed my body against his and closed my eyes, yawning as I did so. My father’s arms tightened around me and I felt his head fall against my pillow. As the rain pounded on the roof and lightning flashed through the room, we began to drift off to sleep, our bodies fitted perfectly together. I smiled to myself and snuggled into him, happy and content. Tomorrow, I knew, I would make love to my father again.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.