Chapter 110 Dad fucks sleepwalking daughter 2
Elias looked down at her, his jaw tight, his muscles quivering. He reached out and parted her legs, his fingers meeting the soaking wet heat of her center.
"You want it, don't you?" he growled. "You want Daddy to fill you up while you're still in the clouds."
"Yes... ohhh... yes... fill me... mmm-nnn-gh... please..."
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her soft, vulnerable body. He lined the blunt, purple head of his cock up with her soaking opening. He didn't go fast; he let the head of his shaft tease her entrance, circling the sensitive folds until she was whimpering and arching her hips in search of him. When he finally pushed, it was a slow, agonizingly deep invasion that seemed to take an eternity to reach the hilt.
"AHHHH! DADDY! FUCK!" Maya’s eyes snapped wide open, but they were still dark, still caught in the trance. She arched her back, her pussy clamping down on his massive size like a vise.
Elias gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her flesh. "That’s it. Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, beginning a slow, brutal grind. "Dream about this."
Maya’s eyes were wide, but they were like frosted glass—staring at him but not seeing him. Her body, however, was feeling everything. As Elias stayed buried deep inside her, the initial shock of the invasion began to melt into a heavy, throbbing ache.
"Mmm-nnn... Daddy?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Her consciousness was flickering like a dying candle. The fog in her mind was starting to clear, replaced by the staggering reality of the thick, hot wood stretching her pussy wide. "Wait... what are you—"
She blinked, and for the first time, her pupils focused. She saw the dark ceiling of his room. She saw his massive, sweat-slicked shoulders looming over her. She felt the raw, blunt weight of him filling her up to her soul.
"No, Daddy? Stop! Wait!" she gasped, her hands pushing feebly against his chest. "What is happening? I was... I was dreaming. Let me go! It hurts! Please!"
Elias didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He gripped her wrists and pinned them to the pillow above her head, his large fingers squeezing tight. "You’re not dreaming anymore, Maya," he growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble. "You walked in here. You put your hands on me. Stroked my monster to life. You begged for the heat. Now you’re going to take all of it."
He pulled back, the friction of his veined shaft dragging against her internal walls with a loud, wet squelch. Then, he slammed back in.
"AHHH! NO! MMM-NNN-GH!" Maya’s protest turned into a broken moan. She tried to twist her hips away, to slide out from under him, but he was too heavy. He was a mountain of muscle pinning her down.
"Stay still," Elias commanded. He began to fuck her with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Every time he pushed in, he bottomed out, his pelvic bone hitting hers with a dull, heavy sound. "You’re so tight, Maya. You’re fighting me, but your pussy is sucking me in. Look at how tight this sweet cunt is gripping me."
He leaned down, his chest crushing her breasts, his voice a jagged rasp in her ear. "You feel every inch of me, don't you? You feel how I'm stretching you out, claiming every bit of your insides. Stop fighting and just feel it, Maya. Feel how good it is to be fucked by your daddy." He pulled out until only the tip remained, pausing there until she whimpered, before plunging back in with enough force to make the bedframe groan against the wall.
"I... ugh... I can't... please stop... mmm-nnn..." Her voice was losing its edge. The "pain" she had felt was changing. It was becoming a sharp, electric heat that radiated from her center to her toes. Her internal muscles, which had been tight with fear, began to relax and coat his cock in a fresh layer of slick, hot cream.
"You're not telling me to stop anymore, are you?" Elias whispered, leaning down to bite her earlobe. "You’re starting to feel it. I can feel you pulsing around me. You’re so wet for your Daddy."
"No... I'm not... mmm... ohhh, fuck..." Maya’s head fell back. Her eyes drifted shut again, but this time it wasn't sleep. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body was betraying her. Every time he hit her depths, a jolt of lightning shot through her gut. "It’s... it’s too big... ugh... mmm-nnn-gh... yes... right there..."
"That’s it," Elias hissed. He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. The sound of his balls hitting her ass filled the room. "Take it. Take it all. You love how it feels to be filled by a real man, don't you?"
"Yes! Ohhh! Yes! Daddy, please! Don't stop! Break me!" Maya was screaming now, her legs instinctively curling around his waist to pull him even deeper. She wasn't fighting him anymore. She was chasing the climax that was building like a storm in her belly. "AHHH! AHHH! I'M HITTING IT! I'M HITTING IT!"
"That's my girl," Elias groaned, his face contorted with effort. He delivered ten final, brutal thrusts, his cock hammering into her like a piston. "Take my load! Carry it for me!"
He buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural roar—"AAAAGH!"—as he flooded her. He fired jet after jet of hot, thick seed deep into her, his body shaking with the force of his release.
"FUCK! MMM-NNN-GH... YESSS!" Maya’s body went rigid, her internal muscles milking him dry as she hit a massive, soul-shattering orgasm.
They collapsed together, the only sound their ragged breathing and the wet squish of his seed leaking out of her and onto the silk sheets. Maya looked up at him, her eyes finally clear, but full of a new, dark secret.